Updates

First off, when your only birthday picture is this, you know you are the third child.  In my defense, he is having his little party today, and I plan to get actual photos then.  But, still.  It's a wonder third children have any pictures at all!

Now, as for Trent, he can be so very funny.  He has a lot of words and phrases, can count to 10 and sings a special version of the ABC's (like skip every fourth letter but still keep time kind of special).  He still loves his momma more than life itself, but he will settle for a sibling if he must.  He loves trains, beep beeps, airplanes and other classic boy ventures.  He loves to play outside, which is very different than last summer when he was afraid of the grass and the ground.  He has an opinion on everything, including whether he thinks you should be talking, looking at him or holding him.  You've never heard a kid say: "don't, stop it, leave me alone, and no" more than this kid.  We've got our parenting hands full.

He's progressing with his sensory issues, but we've had a bad few weeks lately, but we've seen such progress over the last six months.  He HATES saying he is sorry--the will on this one could bend steel.  We've recently found out that he has some major thyroid issues, which might explain why he is so very, very small.  He's on the chart, but he only chimes in at the 10th percentile for height and weight.  We'll see a specialist soon, and we hope to get some meds to help regulate him a bit.

He might be small, goofy, and hard to handle at times, but we are thankful beyond measure that we get to be his parents everyday.

Now, as for Miss Grace.  She just finished off her dance season.  She loved dance, and I loved that we picked a little home studio that didn't cost a fortune.  She also just learned to ride her bike with just two wheels, and she couldn't be prouder.  And, to be honest, neither could we.

Grant just finished his first wrestling season (half a season really), and I think we might have finally found his sport.  He likes it, is good at it, and--here's the kicker--it doesn't seem to flare his asthma.  So, I'm glad he has found something in which he can be athletic, all without frequent trips the ER.  He, unlike Grace, has not quite mastered the bike, but he's planning on being a pro by the end of summer!