When Kam...

Doesn't get his way...

We actually tell him "no"...

To cookies for breakfast...

Bubbles in the house...

"Binky" when it's not nap time...

I have never seen a more pitiful face...

And it appears he has the "I am mistreated and abused" look perfected...

The Hunt...

The boys were all about the Easter egg hunt this year...

And it was so much fun to watch...

Even the weather couldn't dampen our spirits...
We just put on our rain boots and jumped right in...

Just as the last egg was found and we made it inside...

The sky opened up and the thunder and lightning began...

The boys didn't care...

They were too busy opening eggs to determine just what treasures they held...

Candy, candy, and more candy...

We are still recovering from a sugar high...

Thank You Easter Bunny...

I was beginning to think I was the worst Easter Bunny ever...

Aidan Kale was asking about boxes in the top of my closet {his presents}...

And I left the chocolate bunnies in my car which melted {also not a great hiding place}...

But in the end this bunny made a last minute trip to Wal-Mart...

And Easter was saved...

Next year though...

The bunny needs to step up his {her} game...

Do or Dye...

There are many GREAT things about my sister and her family moving back home...

One of these things is that our kids can do all sorts of fun memory making activities together...

And dying Easter eggs this weekend was one more memory we made as an extended family...

We concentrated...

Were a little bit silly...

And colored some BEAUTIFUL eggs...

And next Easter we will have one more cousin with which to celebrate...

Will we add a FIFTH boy to the family or finally welcome a little girl?...

Either way I am so excited to be an AUNT again!

Tough Times...

When Aidan learned to walk it came effortlessly...

Talking...

Well let's just say he is a chatterbox...

But potty training...

Potty training is something I want to sleep through...

It is one step forward and two steps back...

Arguments over underwear...

Enemas to keep him from being constipated...

Miralax to soften the stool...

A little boy who is so proud when he is successful...

And broken hearted when he isn't...

We watch as most of his friends start wearing big boy pants...

Yet he is whispering in the most public of places that he needs his diaper changed...

He's too big changing stations...

Yet, if I don't change it...

He will get bleeding sores on his bottom...

When he was a month old and the surgeon explained to us that he would have to have surgery...

I was scared and yet relieved that we could "fix" this...

You can't "fix" Hirschsprung's...

It follows after you like a shadow...

Always lurking...

It is a disease of trial and error...

What works for one child, may not {probably won't} work for another...

And because I like to know what I am dealing with up front...

I wish our doctors would have been completely transparent...
I wish they would have prepared us saying more than just "he may potty train late"...
I know doctors aren't perfect...
 And I know the same doctors I criticize saved my son's life...
This disease will continue to make guest posts on this blog...
But just like my son...
Hirschsprung's is simply a piece of the puzzle...
And for each day I blog about this disease...
I will spend many more blogging about Aidan Kale's sense of humor, his quirky mannerisms, his loving spirit...
So it might be rough times now...
But they won't always be...
And I wouldn't have my precious little boy any other way...

Practicing Makes Perfect...

Left to use their imagination...

My boys never cease to amaze me...

They make me laugh each and every day...

Aidan wanted to go visit Nama yesterday so that left Kam and I to get the house ready for company...

As I am sweeping and decorating...

I turn around to see this...

Apparently he felt the need to practice...

And with no eggs to hunt...

He made due with Hot Wheels (we have an abundance)...

And after all his hard work...

I think he is ready for today...