Onward and Upward

Since completing his Masters in Sustainable Energy Engineering Dave has been focused more than ever on the path that will lead him to having a rewarding and meaningful career.  Part of that has been preparing for and taking some critical credentialing exams.  In Febrary of 2012 he passed his Leadership in Energy Engineering Accredited Professional (LEED AP) exam.  Here is a little blurb from Engineering Daily about what that means:

A LEED AP is looked upon as an engineer with a high level of knowledge in integrated design. Many companies look up to LEED AP to facilitate the LEED certification process.

The LEED accreditation is the highest valued environmental accreditation and its importance cannot be undervalued in the coming years. Today most companies are audited for compliance to green initiatives. There are stringent rules to comply with the green regulations and any failure can lead to huge fines. With more and more companies resorting to go green, the LEED accreditation will only gain further importance.

Most recently at the end of October (less than 2 weeks before Adella was born) Dave took the Professional Engineer exam.  He'd been preparing for it by studying for months almost every moment he wasn't at work or sleeping.  When I'd glance at the problems he'd be working on from his textbooks I'd be intimidated within seconds.  There wasn't anything simple or easy about it.  Lots of dedication, time, fasting and prayer helped to guide Dave in the best way to study and prepare for the exam.  This is what the National Society of Professional Engineers has to say about the it:

To a client, it means you've got the credentials to earn their trust. To an employer, it signals your ability to take on a higher level of responsibility.  Among your colleagues, it demands respect. To yourself, it's a symbol pride and measure of your own hard-won achievement. 

To become licensed, engineers must complete a four-year college degree, work under a Professional Engineer for at least four years, pass two intensive competency exams and earn a license from their state's licensure board. Then, to retain their licenses, PEs must continually maintain and improve their skills throughout their careers.

 Yet the results are well worth the effort. By combining their specialized skills with their high standards for ethics and quality assurance, PEs help make us healthier, keep us safer and allow all of us to live better lives than ever before.

When explaining it to my family and friends I'd always equate it to someone who went to law school, but never took the bar and how that would limit what they could achieve and how far they could go in their career.  So the PE exam to engineers is like what the bar is to lawyers = it's a BIG deal!  Dave had been running into a glass ceiling of sorts with just his Masters and not being a PE.  The test is only offered 2 times a year and if Dave didn't pass in October it'd mean more studying and paying the not-so-small fee to take it again in April.  Not to mention we'd have a newborn on our hands and study time would be limited.  So the day before he took the exam he left work early, drove to the city where the test was being administered and checked into a hotel.  No distractions, plenty of sleep and some last minute study time would set him up well to be as focused as possible on passing the test.  As for me, I just kept my fingers crossed I didn't go into early labor while he was gone.

After the 8 hour exam was over Dave called me on his way home and said, "I feel good about it."  I was glad to hear that, but knowing my husband is always optimistic (not by nature, but by choice) I had a feeling he'd say that.  Official confirmation came just a few days before Christmas, DAVE PASSED!!!

Only a licensed engineer may prepare, sign and seal, and submit engineering plans and drawings to a public authority for approval, or seal engineering work for public and private clients.

Dave's Christmas present to himself was ordering the stamp he'll use on drawings that he approves.   

To say I'm incredibly proud would be an understatement.  

(Un)Happy Holidays

Our attempt at a Christmas family photo resulted in some rather unhappy children...

but at least Dave and I look good!  Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas and safe New Year!

One Month and Change

 You may not be able to tell here, but she's about to...

 scream!

 Awww, cute Adella we love you red eyes and all!

Last Friday Adella turned one month old on the 7th.  She is already out of her newborn size clothes and diapers.  Her legs fill up size 3 month pajamas perfectly and she's able to fill her size 1 diapers just as well.  At her 2 week visit to the pediatrician she weighed 9 lbs. 1 oz. (which is what Suzie weighed at 1 month - Adella did have a 2 pound lead on her to being with though) and I was reassured that she is indeed getting all she needs from me while nursing.  Since her weight was so good we were told a 1 month visit was not necessary and just to come back for her 2 month one.  You don't have to ask this mommy twice to skip a doctor visit!  I feel lucky and blessed that nursing is going so well and that our sweet baby girl is growing bigger and stronger every day.  So strong that at only 7 days old she rolled over from her tummy to her back!  I could hardly believe it.  Dave said he thought as she got bigger she wouldn't be able to move the weight of her body quite as easily, but she's still going strong and rolling over during tummy time.  I'll upload a video soon - I know a claim like that need proof!

Sadly, the typical 2nd child syndrome (in our case 3rd child) has taken hold already.  I have yet to fill out a single thing in her baby book, her first holiday (Thanksgiving) went completely undocumented and I will be lucky if I'm able to document, in photos, her growth each month of her first year of life as I did with the twins.  She'll be 5 weeks tomorrow and I'm just now getting this post out of draft format and finally published.  While I do want her to grow up knowing she was just as cared for and loved as her older siblings I understand that there are no two ways about it, certain things will have to give and my expectations for myself will change as my life with 3 children under 14 months evolves.  So pardon the blurry iPhone photos (sometimes it's all I have handy to snap a quick pic) and overall lack of photos in this post and future ones.  

Our beautiful blue eyed girl

Adella-Bella-Boo (or Bella-Boo for short) and Addie Mae are the two nicknames we have been using so far, but mostly Dave and I just say Adella.  We still feel the name suits her so well and I'm glad we made the change when we did.  Little Miss Adella has some strawberry blonde tones to her hair and I'm hoping it stays that way.  My mom says she reminds her a lot of what I looked like as a baby.  There are parts of me I can see in her, but mostly Dave and I feel she is her own person with a look and personality unique to her. 

Ian and Suzie are starting to notice her a bit more than before, but luckily still no resentment that mommy is with the baby more than playing with them these days.  Ian is fascinated with her pacifier and anytime he is in striking distance he will try to snatch it away.  He has also developed in interest in sticking his finger in her mouth.  Needless to say she remains in my arms, in her bouncy chair up on the table or in the pack & play where it is harder for Ian's curious fingers to reach her most of the time.  Suzie is quite the opposite from Ian in that she will very gently touch Adella's leg or arm then giggle then walk away to playing with something a bit more interactive.  

Dave and I relish our time in the evenings with just her after the twins are in bed.  Two doting parents focused on one baby - its a new concept to us and we're loving it!  I turned to him one night and said, "This must be what it's like to only have one."  Imagine.  Adella already has Dave wrapped around her pinky.  He loves having her close to him - sleeping on top of his chest, wearing her in the Moby, laying on his lap while he comments of every facial expression she makes.  It is a joy for me to see how much our sweet baby girl is adored by her father.  

My connection with her is quite different that what it was with the twins as newborns.  During their pregnancy I knew the genders, thought about them and talked about them with Dave by name, knew the differences in their heartbeats (I was paranoid during the 1st trimester and bought a fetal heart monitor which I used often throughout the pregnancy) and was able to develop a close bond during that time.  Having delivered them via c-section there was a bit more separation during their first hours of life than I wanted and a few other details that just result as the nature of having twins - especially as your first.  With Adella, not knowing the gender during pregnancy AND having two children to focus on and be occupied by made me feel a bit more disconnected with her during the actual pregnancy.  We had names for each gender, but still always just called her, "the baby" or "baby #3" since that's what she was to us.  I also did not have all the opportunities to see her through ultrasounds  that I did with the twins since this was not a high risk pregnancy.  But being able to deliver her via VBAC, have the skin-to-skin contact and the opportunity to nurse her right away created such a strong bond that I'm still amazed by it today.  I love the time I have with her.  I love breathing her in as she sleeps on my chest.  

I love hearing her noises as she's dreaming.  

I love washing her beautifully perfect newborn body with her long fingers and toes.  

I am soaking in this precious time that I'll only have once with each child.  Not so long ago she was still in my belly and now she is here in my arms.  The wonder of that always leaves me in awe.

Out Numbered

I have to be honest, the transition from 2 kids to 3 has been hard.  And it just may be that has something to do with the fact they are all under 14 months old -- three kids in diapers, three kids with feeding and nap schedules, three kids at home all day long, three kids in cribs...you get the idea.  It's been a big adjustment to figure out this past week and a half what the "new normal" for the Traxler Tribe is now that I'm on my own.  

I have to say for never being a family of 3 and having 2 kids to start with Dave and I got pretty good at tag teaming.  Schedule and routine are also things we quickly learned to embrace and make our friends all in the name of saving our sanity.  Even when it was just the twins and me and I was technically outnumbered I never felt too much out of control.  Difficult things would come up, but somehow it always worked out to just find a way to deal with them.  So now that our one on one ratio is no longer there are situations that arise that make certain things a bit more difficult.  Cast in point - last night...

After Ian and Suzie finished dinner it was bath time.  Adella was upstairs sleeping so I decided to help Dave bathe the twins.  Right in the middle of bath time Adella woke up and started crying, I check my wonderful iPhone app and saw it was time for her to nurse again.  I left Dave to finish washing and rinsing the twins while I went to nurse Adella.  A few minutes later I hear Dave shout from the bathroom, "Oh no!  Ian pooped in the tub!"  I told him I was still nursing and wasn't really able to get up and help him out.  When giving the suggestion to scoop up the poop in a cup and dump it in the toilet Dave informed me it, "it's not that kind of poop," ewwwww.  So he had to lift Suzie up and rinse her off then do the same for Ian.  Next thing I know I see a wet naked Suzie walking into our room followed by a wet naked Ian.  Dave was trying to salvage the bath toys that weren't dirty yet and quickly rinse out the tub.  Meanwhile I'm still nursing Adella and Ian and Suzie are walking around our room checking things out.  Ian comes over to stand by my side of the bed and Suzie finds a spot she likes in front of our dresser.  It wasn't until Dave came in (couldn't have been more than 2 minutes later) that he, exclaimed, "Oh no, they both just peed!"  At this point all we could do was laugh.  Now this is the really funny part - Suzie squatted down when she peed and left a manageable spot to clean...

Ian on the other hand remained standing by my side of the bed the whole time and just let loose, resulting in the bed skirt, sheet and carpet all needing to be cleaned.  Ahhh, boys!

We are just at the beginning of our journey of being out numbered and it's become quite clear - you win some, you loose some.  On this one we lost.

Thankful

I've been in such a newborn daze lately, but wanted to at least get one more post in before November is over.  I didn't even get a single picture from Thanksgiving ( I have a feeling Adella's 1st holidays will be a lot less documented than Ian & Suzie's), but still wanted to write about how wonderful it was!

This year my parents planned to forgo the extended family gathering to come and "do Thanksgiving" for us.  Man oh man was I grateful to have all their help.  My dad has been here ever since Dave went back to work helping with the twins while I take care of Adella which has been amazingly helpful.  He loves playing with them just about as much as they love playing with him so it's great.  My mom did most of the meal preparations at her home before arriving here early Thanksgiving morning.  She got to work right away in our kitchen and the complete meal was hot and one the table right as the twins went down for afternoon nap, it was perfect.  We've been enjoying the leftovers pretty much for every meal every day since.  No hassel, no stress and lounging around in my pajamas - now that really was the perfect way to spend Thanksgiving this year.  

My mom stayed through the weekend to help where ever needed and because of that on Saturday Dave and I decided to do our very first outing as a family of five...to Costco!  It was the first time loading all 3 kids into the car seats in our MINIVAN.  Yup, that's right folks, it ain't so pretty trying to get 2 toddlers and a newborn into the back of a sedan or SUV so we had to make the leap and join the minivan club.  It's true what everyone says, once you see how spacious they are you'll wonder why you didn't make the change sooner.  The twins sit all the way in the back and Adella is behind the passenger seat.  I sat next to her while my mom and Dave were up front. One the way to Costco Dave looked in the rear view mirror and smiled saying, "I can see my whole family!"  It was pretty fun...and crazy.  That day was so cold and windy that unloading in to the cart and getting into the store was a hurried frenzy to make sure all the kiddos were warm enough.  Good thing we had the extra set of hands with my mom there to help.  Again, I was lame and didn't think to get a photo, sad. 

This holiday was been wonderful and having our newest daughter join our family this month has filled our hearts with even more joy than we thought possible.  We are both so grateful for the families we came from and the family we've made together.  

Cast of Characters

It feels a bit like a circus in our house these days.  Introducing the cast of characters in the Traxler Tribe...

SUZIE AS THE

IAN AS THE

and

ADELLA MAE as the newborn little sister

 Ian & Suzie's sweet Utah cousins -- Christian, Hayden and Johnny -- made these awesome shirts for them (with a little help from Aunt Emily).  Since Suzie was sick at the time Adella was born we were not able to get a photo in the hospital with all of them, so we had a little photo shoot of our own at home today. 

Ian was bribed to sit still with the tv remote

Whoa, how does something so small make such a loud noise?

Perfect smiles, captured with an imperfect camera that was out of focus - boo

Thanks for the shirts Utah Traxlers!  Dave and I are still adjusting to life with three kids, but love to mug on these sweet faces as much as we can.  In this season of giving thanks we feel beyond grateful for our precious tribe of five.  Blessed indeed.

Forever Changed

Adella Mae Traxler

Born November 7, 2012

at 5:36 pm

Weighing 8 lbs. 11 oz. 

Measuring 20 inches long

Adella's birth story begins with the health saga that has been going on Suzette.  I mentioned in my last post that for the better part of October we've been in and out of the hospital with Suzie for breathing related issues.  Well, unfortunately that wasn't contained only to October and after getting a cold last weekend Suzie took a turn for the worse.  We have taken her to see a pediatric pulmonologist who changed her diagnosis from bronchiolitis to asthma.  A plan was made for her treatment (which consists of multiple daily nebulizer treatments of steroids) as well as one for when she gets sick.  So I started to follow the "sick plan" on Sunday, but since she wasn't improving Tuesday morning I took her to see the pediatrician.  And adjustment was made, a prescription filled and by that evening still no improvement.  When Dave came home from work he took her back to the doctor's office and her pulse ox level was low enough that they told Dave to take her to the ER.

Since we'd been going to INOVA Loudoun hospital it was recommended she go to INOVA Fair Oaks this time since that is where our pediatrician practice has privileges and they could follow up with her there.  So Dave called me to say they were headed to the Fair Oaks ER.  The next call from him was to say she was being admitted.  By this time is was after 10pm and I knew Suzie and Dave were exhausted.  Ian was already in bed, but I made the decision to pack a bag of things for Dave to stay over night there and take Ian with me to drop it off.  By the time I got there they were still in the ER and had not yet been moved to a room on the peds floor.  While waiting for the transfer to happen I started having contractions.  They were brief and spread apart, but I was pretty sure they were contractions.  Once I mentioned that to Dave he immediately went to the nurses station and said we could not stay at Fair Oaks and needed to have Suzie transferred to INOVA Loudoun hospital since that is where I'd be delivering from.  Everyone understood and plans were made for that to happen.

Around midnight I left Dave to wait for the ambulance to come and take him and Suzie to Loudon and I brought Ian home to catch up on some lost sleep.  I was able to get to sleep around 3am, but then woke up around 5am needing to go to the bathroom only to realize my water had broken.  I decided to hop in the shower and "freshen up" before making all the calls I needed to.  Once I had gotten dressed and finished packing my hospital bag I called my OB's office and since he was out of town the on-call doctor told me to go ahead into the hospital to be checked.  My dad was the next call and I asked him to head over, but knowing it was early in the morning and coming from Maryland it'd take a while I then called each of my visiting teachers.  One who came to take Ian to her place and the other to drive me to the hospital.  These ladies, Nicki and Corrine, were truly my ministering angels in this situation while my husband was in the hospital with our daughter when I went into labor home alone with our son.

Nicki has a son, Conner, who has played with Ian and Suzie many times before (while she's watched them for me during my OB appointments, a saint I tell you!) so I knew they'd be just fine together.  And Corrine has worked as a doula and herself had home births before - how lucky is that?!  She was critical in helping me through the early stages of labor.  On the way to the hospital she kept me calm and centered.  During the triage evaluation I found out I was already 3cm dilated and 80% effaced.  Once I was admitted and in my labor and delivery room I had Corrine call Dave to let him know I was in labor.  Things were progressing fast and I was putting all my energy and focus on getting through each contraction.

Turns out Dave had only gotten settled into the peds room with Suzie and Loudon at 5:30am and was operating on less than 2 hours of sleep.  Lucky for us that days was a training day for nurses in the peds dept. so there were many extra hands to help take care of and watch Suzie while Dave came to be with me.  At this point labor picked up even more and I went from 3cm when I came in around 6:30ish to 7cm by 9am.  I was trying to use my Hypnobabies techniques, but it had all happened so fast that I knew I wasn't in the hypnotic state I wanted to be and was just barely making it through each contraction/pressure wave with Corrine's coaching.  I got into the tub and labored for a while in there then decided to get an epidural.  By 9:45am the epidural was in place and I was a much happier camper.  I hadn't even really opened my eyes to look at the nurses or even Dave until that point and it was nice to stop and have a minute to take it all in.  It also gave me a chance to let Dave know how everything had happened since all he knew was I left the Fair Oaks ER with mild contractions then he gets a call hours later I'm dilated to 5cm and he needed to come to the labor and delivery room asap.  After the epidural Corrine left and Dave and I were able to actually sleep a bit which was sorely needed.

Happy camper after getting the epidural

My only concern with getting an epidural was that it would stall my labor.  And to a degree it did a bit, but I was in such active labor at the time I got it that the contractions kept coming strong and regular so I knew eventually I'd get to where I needed to be.  It took about 2 hours from that point for me to get to 8cm, 2 more hours to get to 9 cm and then finally after 2 1/2 more hours I was at 10cm, 100% effaced with the head at +1 station.  So around 5pm I was ready to push!  The OB who was covering for mine is the twin sister of the pediatric doctor that was (and has been) taking care of Suzie at the hospital, so I felt like I already knew her!  She was really nice and very encouraging during the pushing phase.  I was glad that it just so happened my epidural ran out around 4:30pm and I was able to have just enough sensation to have effective pushing.  Less than 40 minutes later our baby was born and upon coming out I heard Dave say, "It's a boy!" then I heard, "No, wait.... it's a GIRL!!!"  Later he told me when he saw the blond hair and the nose that looked like mine it reminded him of Ian so he thought it was a boy, but when the OB turned the baby over and he could see for sure he shouted with tears in his eyes that it was a girl.  Such a sweet moment that I will never forget and hands down the best surprise of our lives!  

A flood of emotions came over me as I had just witnessed this baby come out of my body (did I mention they put a mirror "down there" for encouragement during pushing) and found out it was a healthy strong girl.  My love for Dave seemed to instantly increase 100% and my heart immediately grew bigger to accommodate all the unconditional love I felt for this sweet spirit who just joined our family.  I again felt so known by my Father in Heaven and blessed to be the recipient, along with Dave, of this amazing gift.  Within the first hour of her life we had lots of skin-to-skin bonding time and before she was 2 hours old I was able to nurse her for the first time.  Such sacred moments I will cherish forever.

Enjoying some kangaroo care with my baby girl

First bath

Ahhh, that feels so nice!

At this point I guess I should explain about her name.  Dave and I had picked out months ago the name Adella Juliette.  Dave has a grandmother with the name Adele and on the other side of his family a great grandmother with the name Della.  All of whom are deceased and we liked the combination of their names to make Adella.  I think using family names are great, but also like to have a new name unique to each child as well.  Around Halloween I found out one of Dave's nieces has Adele as a middle name and thinking I didn't want that to be so similar to our child (if it was a girl because at that time we still didn't know) we decided to make Juliette the first name and pick a new middle name.  Annabelle was one we came across and liked a lot.  So it was decided that Juliette Annabelle would be the name if the baby was a girl.

I also should point out that I had 3 random people in the weeks prior to labor (the Subway lady, the check-out clerk at Target and my salon stylist) all say based on how I was carrying out in front they thought the baby would be a boy.  The wife of Dave's boss also asked what kind of diet I'd been eating (healthy vs. junk food) and when finding out it was more on the junk food side (what can I say, Halloween treats were everywhere!) she predicted it'd be a boy too.  AND way back when at my 20 week ultrasound with my OB practice in Maryland the doctor had asked me about circumcision, just to have it on the record what we'd want to do in case it was a boy.  So we both kind of got it in our heads that it may be a boy, but still neither of us felt 100% sure.  We felt prepared having a first and middle name for both genders, but in those last weeks I guess we both kind of thought we may end up with a boy so it wasn't so important to worry about the girls name since we had decided on one we liked enough.

So when she was born we called her Juliette Annabelle and I even sent out a text to our family and close friends announcing her birth with all her stats and that name.  Later that night after I had been transferred to the postpartum recovery room Dave had to leave to go be with Suzie (we were SO thankful for all the nurses that took care of her during the day and my mom who came to watch her later that night) and I got to stay with our baby girl.  I called her Juliette through the night and into the next day.  I filled out the birth certificate information with that name.  Plans were made for Dave to take Suzie home since she got discharged that morning and for my Dad, who had picked Ian up from my friends house the day before and had been watching him at our place since then, to come to the hospital and finally meet his newest granddaughter.  He sent out the info to his side of the family about her birth.  Then once my mom arrived at our place to be with the twins, my dad left and Dave came back to the hospital to me with me we finally had our moments alone to be with our new daughter.  That's when it happened, Dave had the hardest time calling her Juliette.  I have to admit I wasn't crazy about the closeness in her name to Suzette, that was never planned since Juliette was originally going to be a middle name and the similarity as first names now was not something I particularly liked.  We thought a nickname of Jules would be cute, but Dave couldn't even call her that.  By Friday morning we talked more and decided Juliette Annabelle just wasn't meant to be her name.  It didn't suit her and she seems to have this wise spirit about her that was just calling out for a mature name.  We both felt Adella, which was the original first name we'd been thinking of for months, was what we should call her.  For the middle name I had suggested Mae a while ago, but Dave hadn't cared for it.  Now seeing and holding her in his arms he knew Adella Mae (meaning of the name is noble kinswomen) was a perfect fit.  After a quick walk down the hall to the registrars office we were able to change out the birth certificate information just in the nick of time before being discharged later that morning.  Then on the way home from the hospital I had to re-send the text to all our family and close friends with the name correction/update.  I felt a bit silly that we flip flopped on what to name our daughter, but it is so worth it to have a name we both love for her and feel fits her well.

Since coming home we've been adjusting to life using zone defense instead of one on one.  Three kids, we have THREE KIDS!!!  It still hasn't sunk in yet.  Dave has been amazing with taking care of the twins and all the help we've received from our parents and church members has been humbling to say the least.  Ian and Suzie are still a bit too young to really understand why mommy is holding this new baby all the time and what that means to them.  Since they are so close in age to each other I love knowing that they will never know life without the other.

My recovery has been going so well and I'm so pleased at how much better I feel after having a VBAC than I did from the c-section with the twins.  Of course since no surgery was involved this time I know a degree of that is to be expected, but it still catches me off guard at times all the things I'm able to do again right away.  I am so grateful to have a body that allowed a VBAC to happen and for everything I was able to feel and experience because of it.

Adella has been a dream baby!  She made for a relatively easy pregnancy and has seemed to keep the same tone now that she's here.  She nurses so well and has already stopped loosing weight and started to gain it back.  The first night home she was up almost every hour, but since has started to sleep more 2 and 3 hour stretches during the nighttime.  She has the most tender gentle cry and unless she is getting cleaned with a cold wipe during a diaper change we hardly ever hear her cry.  When she gets hungry it's more of a whimper she makes.  Her head has blonde fuzz and her barely there eyebrows and blonde eyelashes are so adorable.  

Her little face is such a round circle I'm still trying to figure out where she gets that from.  Adella is strong and already lifts her head up to check out her surroundings.  It's been fun for me to see the differences in having a baby at 40 weeks as opposed to 37 weeks.  She likes the swaddle, but it doesn't have the magic instant soothing effect it did on the twins so we don't do it all the time.  When laying down she'll often roll to her side with one leg over the other and it is about the cutest thing ever!  One thing that is the same as the twins is the white noise, the glorious white noise that helps to lengthen sleeping times.  She responds to it just as well as Ian and Suzie did/do.

A whirlwind of events led up to baby #3 getting here, but now that our precious Adella Mae has arrived in our family our hearts are forever changed.  We love her more than words can express and have decided she's a keeper.

Fall Festivities

So this year we were not able to make it out to a pumpkin patch since every weekend except the last on in October we've been in and out of the hospital with Suzette.  Turns out my last post about her first hospital stay was only the beginning, but more about that later.  So what is one to do when it doesn't seem you'll be able to get that all important photo of your kids with pumpkins before the season passes?  Plop them in front of the pumpkin display at your local grocery store! 

Suzie was all about picking apart the stems.

 And Ian was just fascinated to watch all that was happening around him (i.e. the cars driving by in the parking lot).

 This past Saturday we had our ward trunk or treat and man alive I had no idea how fast we'd run out of treats!  I made these pretty cool candy corn rice crispy treats and it seems they were a hit.  

 We had fun tasting all the different kinds of chili and cornbread and seeing how families decorated their trunks.  I got some great ideas for next year!

 This is Ian's best tiger face and Suzie was our hot pink zebra.

  Last night for Halloween we got the twins dressed up again to help hand out treats.

Trick or Treat!

 I had to get as much milage out of my Halloween pregnancy shirts during October as I could. 

 

One of the funniest things about the skeleton one is that Ian and Suzie were totally fascinated by the baby skeleton, always reaching out to touch it.  

 It was a fun Halloween night and we're glad we got to enjoy some of the fall festivities this year despite other happenings. 

Halloween 2012

Just for kicks check out what a difference a year makes...

Halloween 2011