Remember when

Remember when he was a new baby to cuddle and love?
Remember when swaddling made him settle down and sleep?
Remember when he giggled and thought I was the best mommy ever?
Remember when 'they' said the two's were terrible?
I'm certain 'they' had not met Trenton.
I'm not sure three and a half is my favorite age.
I keep telling myself it will get better but Oh My!
I'm thankful he is independent and strong willed I just wish he would direct it at someone else.
Only 6 months until he turns 4 and 'they' say 4 is better.
We'll see...

Hanging with the Crowell's

Trenton and Mary climbing the Camel's Back hill.

Trenton, Hailey and Mary playing in a bush at the park.

I love that look!

At the Zoo!

We love rocks!

My mom told me I can't drive until I'm 31! Ha! I'll show her!

Hold on tight girls, Trenton's driving!

On the Carousel, Hi Daddy!

How's the giraffe, Sheila?

He's alive!

Dear Mr. Frog,
We're so happy you are still alive. Trenton was ecstatic when he found you in the yard today. You are such a brave little frog to stay in our yard. Didn't you know he would find you again? My advice to you...run Mr. Frog, jump Mr. Frog and stay out of our yard for you never know what might happen if you stay here. Go while you still have 3 working legs. I wish you the best.

CT Scan number 2

We returned to St. Lukes Hospital on Monday August 3, 2009 for Trenton's ultrasound of his thyroid. He did a great job and held still like a good little patient.

The unfortunate part of the trip...the last time we were at the hospital they referred to the growth as a on his thyroid as a nodule. This time they called it a tumor and it has doubled in size in four months. Probably means surgery but we'll know more next week.

He's so cute! (And yes, I know I am biased).

Erin went with us! Thanks, girl!

Too cute!

I'm trying to smile, Mom. Trenton had just gotten an IV in his right hand. He hates this part but was very brave. I am so proud of him!

There's a little smile.

Heading into the CT machine.

Now he's happy. All done and she is removing the IV! Not sure of the results yet but should know more soon. Trying to wait patiently.

Summer BBQ

Trenton helping me frost the cake for Hunter's birthday.

Crazy little boys.

Renton, Kellee, Kimo, Andrew, Grammie, Poppy, Brett and Dad.

Trenton eating a watermelon popsicle.

Trenton sits down and Debra gets up.

Cheese!

My sweet little boy.
Papa D

It isn't a summer BBQ at the Murphy's without a waterfight. Gran made sure there were filled water balloons and she and the little kids started this wet event.

Here is Brett getting in on the fun.

Trenton and Brett plotting to get Gran.

Grammie can't believe they do this on purpose.

Uncle Andrew is ready to play.

Conner is a smart kid. He's decided he's wet enough and climbed in this chair to stay out of the crossfire.

Look at that face. Debra does not like this game.

This BBQ was to celebrate Hunter's 21st b-day. He didn't get the message so we celebrated without him. Happy Birthday to you!!

Blowing out the candles.

Saying good-bye Aren't they cute?

What a pair. Conner and Poppy. Yes, Conner know's his sucker is gone. He likes to eat the paper.

Kisses all around.

Me and my boys.

What happened to Mr. Frog?

Okay, let me start by saying I was trying to save his life! When Trenton catches frogs we keep them for 3-4 days, feed them spiders, crickets, or grasshoppers, and then let them go in our yard. It was first thing in the morning and time to let Mr. Frog go. Trenton, the king negotiator, asked for 5 more minutes to play with him and I agreed (my first mistake). A few minutes later he called and said he needed my help. He had put Mr.Frog inside this rocket.

The rocket as you can see is about an inch in diameter so the frog was totally stuck. I decided to help him (mistake #2). We tried to shake him out, pull him out, nothing was working so I thought I would cut the rocket (mistake #3). The tip of the rocket was solid so I started at the top and cut horizontally and inched my way down. Soon enough I slit the throat of the frog as he was stretch out--I thought he was scrunched in a ball. EEWW... I screamed, Trenton screamed, and the frog gulped for air. Amazingly, the frog was still alive and didn't seem too injured although he lost a few toes as well. He hopped away looking for his mommy and daddy according to Trenton. What's worse is Trenton and his friend found him 24 hours later and he didn't look quite so well. I probably should have put him out of his misery and now I know for next time. When we told Brett what happened he said, "why didn't you cut the rocket vertically and then rip the rocket to get him out?" Hmm...I never thought of that but thanks for the great advice for next time. So sorry Mr. Frog!

Surgery Update

Trenton had the tumor removed successfully. It was a mature teratoma and was benign thank goodness. We should not need to visit the cancer unit or the Oncologist again. Deep breath. The teratoma has probably been growing in his chest since he was in utero. Teratoma's generally come from another baby-oh yes at some point I was probably pregnant with twins but the other never fully developed. Teratoma's usually have bits of hair, nail and bone fragments and this was true with Trenton's too. Crazy, I know. Now we wait for August when he will have another CT Scan to be sure everything is working properly and the tumor is fully gone. He will also have an ultrasound on his thyroid as they found a nodule in the original CT Scan. This probably means another surgery but should be less intrusive than the first.