Mesquite elementary had a family Feast party and every family get to decorate gingerbread houses.
I think this was their first gingerbread house decoration ever. They did great! Had so much fun!
Michael's house in the black container and Enoch's house in the clear container. Peter made a snowman with three mushmellows.
When Enoch is at school, sometimes it's very hard when Michael and Peter just have each other, they seem to be always bugging each other. But there are times, when they play so well together and I feel so happy to see them bound as brothers.
One morning Michael and Peter played soccer on the grass then played on the trampoline, using the entrance as the goal. Then tonight these two just went to the toy room to play, you can hear them laughing together.
The other night while Michael was practice piano, Enoch and Peter played chasing games. I was surprised to see that Peter actually can play well and keep up with Enoch and Michael now. Time really flies, I still remember Peter as a baby and now he is just a big boy like his brothers.
I love that they can do more and more things together now, they have less and less gap, they include Peter in more and more things they do. I hope you three stay best brothers. Love you three!
Since being back from Mexico thanksgiving our boys have been sick. They went through a round of stomach flue with puking and then Peter started to have a fever the night before, and have a weezing sound (which was corrected by the doctor as a strider sound). Last night I felt horrible, he was having a really hard time keeping his breath. He didn't cough a lot, but every time he did it was painful for him, I can tell. After calling his pediatrician, I decided to take him to the ER. Our neighbor Loraine came to take Enoch and Michael to sleep at her house guest room. Sam happened to be working at the ER last night so he came to visit us during work. But he was too busy and had to go back to work. We got checked in, the Dr gave Peter Steroids meds, breathing treatment. He got better and then worse again, so they gave him another breathing treatment, and waited another two hours until the steroids kicked in. Peter was cheerful as long as he could breath better and play with iPad. We got discharged around 1am.
On the way to the ER, Peter was so sick during the car ride, he would make laboring breathing sound, and ask me to hold him. "Mommy can you hold me?" 'Mommy can you hold my hand?" I started to pancake, I had a slight feeling that there is chance of losing him!! I started crying. It was a scary moment to me. I hope I never had to experience that again with any of my kids.
