may tenth

Frannie is 3 months old today, and Tripp is 23. I can't believe he'll be 2 in a month; I don't know how to slow down this roller coaster. Today when I was getting ready in the bathroom I heard Frannie start breathing louder and faster- it's easier to tell since she has a stopped up nose. I went to check on her and found Tripp rubbing her face and whispering to her "Hi Frannie. Hi Frannie." (yes he can say F's now). He's very sweet, but has a hard time remembering not to poke her in the eye or pull her ears. After he got down he quickly found his Thomas the Tank Engine. This is one hearty little train and it doesn't stop until it hits a wall, and then makes a terrible sound- like a tommy gun- and it's terribly inconveinent when that happens under your bed. Daddy always makes a comment about how we're "under fire". Anyway, it wasn't long before the sound started. Tripp was on the floor reaching behind this shelf and when I got him to stand up we realized Thomas was running... in his hair. Tripp's face was priceless. Daddy saved the day, rescued the train, and Tripp didn't lose too much hair. AND we all still made it out the door on time.