Last day of 2016

its with great sadness I read today that one of my fellow CHD mommas has to lay her sweet boy to rest. His earthly struggles are over and he's on to greater things at home with Jesus.

2016 has been a bad year for death. So much death this year. It's for this reason I'll be glad to see this year come to an end.

Seeing photos of that sweet boy, reminders that my boy also born with a CHD. Life isn't long enough for some folks and God it's unfair for so many people.

For those of you who have lost someone this year, my heart aches for you!

Hiya all

Yep, another picture of my big fat head. You love it, shut up.

So, I've no idea what or where I'm going with my blog(s). At times I think nothing of them, that they are completely lost and I'm sinking in this hoarding mess of twins and children and life and ... just yea.

It's fun though... most of the time. I'm stressed, constantly and ready to throw in a match,run screaming down the hill pulling my hair out.  But I make it OK.  Two of the 4 children are asleep, so that's... a plus.

I'm so thankful for all the nice comments I got back in October. I'd seriously don't remember that post, serious sleep deprivation I think was the norm.

We spent last week sick so I don't remember much of that either.  We're on the mend now though (I hope).  The twins have been doing their albuterol and one of them is almost done with their antibiotics (ear infection).

I still haven't come up with clever names for them yet... Help me? I know some of you have some ideas (cough *chris* cough *Al* cough)

Also on a twin note, our baby b (until I figure something else out) had his open heart surgery last month, November 7. He's doing really well, kids are amazing y'all. They way they fight everything, I'd been laying there like a dead fish or something if it had been me. Not him, he was repaired and sent home on day 4.

His breast bone is still healing, so we're really only limited on the way we have to pick him up.  But he's rolling over like a champ again!  Before long other than the scar you won't be able to tell a difference. He's pretty much the same ole kid.  Eating better and spitting up less, that's a difference and a plus if you ask me.

Love em.

Brother on the other hand, baby a for now. He's pretty well flying with colors.  He's crawling and sitting and beginning to pull up. It's really sweet to see. He's a little spit fire though I think.

So there you have it, an update on the ole life of MB.

November and December came and went. Pokey will celebrate her birthday next Sunday. SO it's going to be a big ta do. She'll be 13, ya know. I still can't believe it.  Life is weird y'all.

Can you believe all the lives we've lost this year. It's...  crazy.

So until next time, keep hanging in there Dingleberries!