Ry's fave mode of transportation.

Gator's fave...

It was so pretty...

They all turned into little angels when fast asleep!

Here we see Gator with his addiction... Chocolate milk...

One of the things Daddy was itching to do was buy a real sausage dog from a vendor off the street... Oh, man it was tasty.

we walked the "Paul Revere" trail. The trail is marked by this brick pattern.

Crud these are outta order!!

Right out side the frog pond...

There are tons of trees there and tons of trees means tons of leaves!

Three little munchies or is it monkeys...

posers

MIA

Vacationing in Boston...

The whole gang

The rock I added to the pile...

Mementos of acorns and rocks she collected along the pond, I wasn't too happy about having them so I told her to take a picture keep two and throw out the rest for someone else to enjoy. They even made it all the way HOME from Walden Pond Mass.

Found

I found the Halloweenie pics I thought I lost. These are from the nig day/night

She kept saying how she even scared herself

Both of the my litttle monsters...HAHAHA

some-a diss and some-a dat

So what is it like now that Gator is bigger (he just weighed in at 28 lbs) and stronger. It all seems normal to me. He has meds every morning and night. We wash hands through out the day and we stay home more in the winter. We wash his bedding a lot more, I have it in my head that helps him to stay well.. His room has it's own home health... It is kinda interesting I guess. These things that seemed so weird to me before has grown into our lives and is all he knows. We check his SATS some times when he looks blue and we make sure that we have oxygen on hand. I guess what I am trying to say is, when we first started all of this it all seemed scary and overwhelming. But it all changes over time, as you adapt, form new habits and just kinda get used to it all... I wish someone was out there to tell me that when we found out about all this. I think it would have given such hope...

BOO!

Scary face

The Bride of Frankie

Little Frankie himself

Boo!

Some how I lost the pictures of the actual night. No pumpkins, no curly fro we wrapped in perm rods, no little frankie dressed in ten layers... Bummer... At least I have them, in a picture in their costumes...