Four months old -really ?!?!?

Ever since Ben was born, people have told us "They are only little for so long...They grow up so fast, etc." and while I know that they were being serious, it has still completely surprised Mike and I that Ben is already over four months old. . . I keep hoping he will somehow stay small, stay this way and the growing will taper off and it won't seem as though he is literally growing by the day. As for now, he is wearing 9 month and 12 month sized clothing and he is in the 98% for height. We have his four month check up on Tuesday, so I am anxious to get the official height and weight. Aunt Elisabeth's scale said 17 pounds last Wednesday...we shall see. In the meantime, here is a recent picture that Mike snapped - isn't he precious?

Catching up...Happy Halloween!

So I realize that I am a big slacker for almost making it to Thanksgiving without any pictures up from Halloween. There was a lot going on that weekend and I am sad to say - this night seemed like it was over so fast. Then again, we did only trick or treat at five houses, so it went by fast. The weather was cold and wet, but Fiona and Ben had a blast together and I was very grateful for those memories. Also, I thought it was adorable that Fiona asked for "two please" because she wanted Ben to have a piece of candy as well - such a sweet cousin! Ben was a caterpillar and was a pretty good sport about the whole costume thing especially since it was keeping him so warm. He was adorable of course and had lots of fun being held by Daddy. . . here are some of the better shots.

Missing Grandma...

I'm sorry it's been awhile. . . as some of you probably already know, my Grandma on my Dad's side passed away rather unexpectedly on the 29th of October. It has been a difficult couple of weeks and I find myself thinking about her and all that she meant to me often throughout the day. Mike and I have always known how lucky we are to have had most of our grandparents throughout our childhoods and into our adult lives. I think it's what makes it harder to lose them at an older age. I am so used to having Grandma around that it's difficult to remember that she's gone. . . Her health had been declining for awhile, but still, I selfishly wanted her to stick around. I wanted to be able to pick up the phone and call her, hear her laugh at family gatherings, wait for her to bust out with her favorite "Hot Damn" and just be able to send her a card to let her know that I am thinking of her. Instead, I find myself remembering so many things that she did for me as a child and I am oh so grateful that she is in a better place.