Friday, August 3, 2018

The twins are four...FOUR!!!!


I'm not a mushy person, I generally don't get sentimental about my kids milestones, I don't cry when they get shots, I don't blink an eye on their first day of school. I just take each day like it's just what is supposed to happen so why gush over it? BUT today....why today, do I sit here and stew over the fact that my itsy, bitsy, teeny weeny babies are now FOUR years old?
"Birth-day"
First birthday
Second birthday
Third Birthday

I mean let's be honest, I still have moments where I'm in disbelief. We have twins, yep they are still here, they are still ours, we have twins, and today, those twins are no longer what I consider toddlers but PRESCHOOLERS, FOUR YEAR OLD PRESCHOOLERS! Their birthday is so bitter sweet this year. Just like a handful of other family members that have celebrated a birthday since my grandma passed, this will be the first year they don't get a birthday card from her. Maybe a birthday card isn't so important to the average person but anyone who ever received a birthday card from my grandma, it's just different. She never missed a card and there was always a super sweet prize inside. How lucky my children have been to have had a great-grandma in their life for nearly four years. I hope they can remember her, with all my heart, I hope some shred of memory stays with them of her. How do I cope with not having her at their birthday party this weekend? To not have her bring the ice cream, which was always the task I allocated to her, a small one but an important one? How do I look around the room while we sing to them and not see here face? 

This blog post is just as much about her as it is about them. There is something about death that makes you start caring more about things that you didn't bother to care about before. I suppose I might start crying when my kids start school, or wince at the sight of them getting boosters? She has made me far more aware of my surroundings even in death. I have been collecting items from her house and everywhere I turn I have small tokens of her, reminding me to ask, "what would grandma do?" From the silky pillow case I rest my head on, to the canisters I store my 3 varieties of flour in. She is everywhere in our home, EVERYWHERE! Maybe that's how the twins will know her, through me? Through living my life how she would want me to. By continuing to be generous, thankful and respectful. By offering our home for friends and family to share meals in and sharing her many recipes with them. By taking the kids to places she enjoyed, like eating at a local pizza parlor back home that she loved and reminiscing with the owner who I have known my whole life.
Gigi's Peach pie on the girl's trip!

The twins have so many of those new experiences coming their way this year. A new school, attending all 5 half days, new teachers, new friends, a new routine. It's all just a little too much for this once hard-shelled mom to handle. Possibly it's because they are my babies and although I still embrace change because it's inevitable, now it's just more challenging to put on a happy face. I now see that time is just going to keep passing by at a head spinning rate and maybe that's what is scaring me? It's like that book, "If I could keep you little... but then I'd miss seeing who you're meant to be." I recently started to struggle with wanting to hold on to the present but my old self knows they will grow up and I want to see that too.
Last day of 3 year old preschool

They have changed so much since the last time I wrote about them a year and a half ago. They have been potty trained for two years, what a blessing that was to not have double the diapers to buy. They attended 2 days of private preschool all last year. They have developed different food preferences. Logan loving meats, salty items and veggies, and Kelsey is addicted to dairy, sweets and fruit. They have gained very strong personalities. Logan has a very bad temper (shame on me) and enjoys physical activity (he's the sportiest of our children). He likes to play with cars and dinosaurs (typical boy) and ride his bike. Kelsey is very sassy and whines just about all day (go away threes, please fabulous fours arrive) she likes music A LOT and tends to demand, "turn that song up, or change this I don't like it." Her favorite toys are her dolls and doll house. They love the water but in different ways. Kelsey prefers the calm pool while Logan wants to be crashed by waves at the beach. Both twins are reserved at school, being very quiet and often whispering to the teachers when they talk to them. They play with play-doh non-stop and like to draw, cut and color. They are starting to make friends with neighbors and cousins but tend to want to play with each other. Last summer we decided to have them share a full size bed in their room because they were having trouble sleeping and that has been great to keep them sleeping better at night. Logan tosses and turns though so we will more than likely put the boys together on bunks by next summer, as he now needs his own bed.

We finally met cousin Morgan
It's really hard to think that these thriving humans were once very tiny preemies. There is nothing besides being petite for their age that would ever make you think they were born 7 weeks early. They are all caught up with milestones, appropriate learning materials, motor skills and self-care. We just need to work on their social skills, which I have no doubt will blossom in a larger public preschool setting this year. Speaking of that, I am ecstatic to be getting 2.5 hours of dedicated "ME" time everyday this school year. I will be spending one day a week grocery shopping and using the other 4 days to photo edit for my business. I am really looking forward to being able to sit down and work without being asked to help a child in the restroom 20 times in said time frame. A quick chat about the company. It's been an amazing year and my hobby has turned into a full-time, sustainable, profitable enterprise. It really brings me to tears how happy I am with this profession and that I never "pictured" myself owning a business. Growing up watching my parents manage and run a business, didn't exactly make me eager to have one for myself. Each experience is different though and each job has is own set of challenges and this is the "job" I am meant to have.

As for the rest of our lives, Austin is doing extremely well. He has made huge strides in speech (almost to where he is no longer deficient). He met all the requirements to pass Kindergarten with reading and math. We have decided to let him move on to first grade as he is only lacking in some motor and social skills. His sensory processing and motor planning issues are the largest concerns we have with him currently. He takes extra time to register material and then put in on paper. He forms letters well but this year we will be concentrating on making correct sentences and spacing between letters. He uses social stories in classroom and play settings to help him grasp the order of events when he is presented with something new like how to ask someone to play at recess. We couldn't be more thrilled with the team of educators at Lakewood Public for their diligent work with him and their never ending support of his advancement. This summer he asked to play t-ball (surprising us) because he is most certainly the arts and music type. I am glad he tried something new but we had some issues with getting him to finish out the season and has asked to not do it again. He has requested to sign up for Young Rembrandts this fall instead of a sport (which he did last year and enjoyed). He also made great strides in swim lessons this last year, now being able to wade in the deep end and not be dependent on wearing a life preserver.
Just like our favorite book, "Winifred's New Bed"

It think that's where I will close out this blog post. I have had a week off work so it's been nice to relax and catch up on some things I used to do when I had more spare time (bake sourdough bread, type this blog, go on a weekend away with my girlfriends). Don't hold your breath for another blog post anytime soon, my calendar is so booked that I won't have too much time on my hands again until December!
On my "moms" getaway weekend

Happy Birthday Kelsey and Logan!!!!

At Kelsey Elizabeth for birthday macarons!
Feeding new baby cousin Jensen!
Annual Cousin's dinner with the twins



Tuesday, May 1, 2018

A life worth celebrating!!

It has been so incredibly long since I last made a blog post, over a year actually! Life's been busy and the time has just disappeared. But, I am going through some real heartbreak that I want start to heal from. I know it will never go away but talking about it and reminding myself how incredibly lucky I have been to have such a person in my life is really helping. Anyone reading this who knows me, is already aware that a little over a week ago, I lost my grandma on her 87th birthday. She meant the world to me. I had the privilege of doing her Eulogy at the funeral mass where I was able to share with our community so many of the wonderful things that made her the perfect grandma. I have decided that I would like to share the (extended version, I shortened it up for time restraints) of my Eulogy here as well for others to read the story I shared.

On her 50th birthday, my grandma made a wish, she asked for a grandchild. Shortly after making that wish she not only received one but three healthy grandchildren in a month’s time. 

From the moment we met in that packed hospital waiting room, Grandma and I have been kindred spirits.

As a child, Kate and I spent many hours dressing up in her and Aunt Rosie’s first communion dresses and veils and walking around in her countless pairs of high-heeled shoes. One special pair of those shoes are her 63 year old wedding heels, that myself, Kate and LeAnn have all worn on our wedding days.

My grandma’s favorite place to be besides church, was her kitchen. She never cooked a bad meal, although she often critiqued herself but none of us noticed the mistakes at our weekly Sunday dinners. She was especially talented at baking. We all bonded over stuffing cabbage leaves with venison, stewing tomatoes for ketchup, cracking eggs for mayonnaise, adding cream holes to kuchens, rolling out crust for pies and sprinkling colored sugar crystals onto her perfectly fluffy and white frosted cut-outs. She then would reward any helpers with peppermints, mint chocolate chip ice cream, endless jars of maraschino cherries and pickles from her fridge. 

As I grew, I eagerly volunteered for new jobs helping her decorate the Christmas tree, wrapping presents and typing her annual Christmas letter. There was never a lack of time spent with her, I was her shadow, her mini me, her munchkin watching every meticulously organized move she made, soaking up every ounce of her many talents.

In Junior High and high school, I spent most Saturday nights with my grandparents, eating dinner, watching Walker, Texas Ranger and Doctor Quinn Medicine Woman. I woke on Sunday morning before church to the smell of cream of wheat with brown sugar and butter on top, still my favorite breakfast. Those memories in high school with them, are some of my best. Both grandma and Dubby supported me at my highest and lowest points. It was an unsettling time in my adolescence when I struggled with debilitating migraines and overwhelming panic attacks. My grandma was always there with open arms, a warm hug, a shoulder to cry on and words of encouragement. She was my backbone for so many years when I was scared to share my anxiety secrets and who I turned to when I needed advice.

She really was involved with every aspect of my life from taking me to my first movie in a theater- Cinderella, to coming along for my first hair perm and even an occasional match making. She encouraged a close friends son to ask me to our freshman homecoming dance. She was not only active in my life but my brothers and cousins too, attending our first sacraments, sporting events, dance recitals and EVERY college graduation. When I was unsure of my future, she was adamant, maybe even a little forceful that I attend Miami University. She had a way with making people choose what she felt was best, and years later, I learned that she had convinced my high school principal to call and make a verbal recommendation to ensure my college acceptance.

After college we continued to share many dinners together discussing the many details of life,  especially when she found out I was having twins. She had endured the heartbreaking loss of her infant son, John Frederick Keller, and I know that memory plagued her when the several babies in our family spent time in the NICU. But through it all, she remained a pillar of strength and beacon of light during that very trying time. I know her endless prayers and support helped each of us. It was always my passion in life to be a mother and how could you blame me when I had a grandmother such as her. She was the perfect role model in every possible way and I strive to be just like her.

She taught us all, family, neighbors, strangers and friends to be loving, compassionate, generous, thankful, respectful, kind, responsible, and loyal. She made everyone that surrounded her feel special, from birthday cards, to flowers for special occasions, and small tokens of her gratitude. She built the foundation of our rock solid family and leaves behind a legacy of people who all possess characteristics of her servant’s heart. She was a giver. She constantly shared her talents and donated her time to our community. She never asked for anything in return except that maybe we take a family photo every chance we get. I’ve started to wonder if subconsciously she led me to become the photographer I am today. Ensuring that once again she would get her way one way or another.

She lived a story book life with many splendors and great hardships along the way. Her last day with us was one of greatness. She received phone calls, texts, flowers and gifts. She enjoyed her final birthday meal with family and heard the good news that her 7th great grandchild had arrived home from the NICU. She went to meet Jesus surrounded by loved ones. If we could all be so lucky. I find it hard to be sad when I know she lived and loved life to the fullest and is well deserving of her heavenly home. So no matter if you called her Mrs. Keller, Margaret, Mom, Grandma, Gigi or the Kuchenlady. I know that she positively impacted each and every one of you. So today may be goodbye but she lives on through us all. I love you grandma and I’m so proud of you!

(END)

For month's prior to her passing, I had an overwhelming feeling that she wanted to me to be the one to offer up these last words to her. I had been pondering in my head what I would plan to say that would be worthy of her outstanding life. When it came time to write these words, I found it so easy to list all of her amazing qualities. Many, many times last week, I fell to my knees in pure sorrow and wept. Each time that I did this, our daughter Kelsey would be the one to console me, she would hug me and tell me, "Mommy, I am sorry you are sad." When it came time to read her Eulogy at church, I chose Kelsey to be the one to stand with me to keep me strong and from sobbing. She is my new backbone. I was able to keep my composure and Kelsey even offered up some comic relief, professing during the Eulogy to the whole congregation that she, "needed to pee!" She made everyone at mass chuckle just when I was about to break down. 

I am so very thankful for every person who shared a story, card, flowers, condolence or hug at her showing and funeral. Thank you so much for your overwhelming support and it warmed my heart to see how many people loved her just as I!





Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Austin is 5!


Let’s rewind a bit. It was just another day when I arrived at work on Tuesday, January 24th 2012 to babysit my best buddies Ellee and Drake. As Julie (their mom) was leaving for work, she expressed to me that she had a “feeling” (a very real feeling) that today was THE day. Being a couple weeks early (38 weeks gestation), I didn’t think much of it but did get a little excited about the thought of it “maybe” being possible. The day moved along and before I knew it, I was in my car driving back home to Lakewood from Huron for the night. We at dinner and I went upstairs to watch American Idol. Once it was over, I went to use the restroom to get ready for bed and my water broke in the toilet. (Just about the best possible place for that to happen!) I yelled down to Paul and we were shortly on the road to the hospital back in Sandusky. As soon as we got in the car, it dawned on me that Julie was right! (well, kind of).  We made a short pit stop to drop off our cats for the next couple of days at my parents and we arrived at the hospital at about 11:00p.m.
In labor with Austin
My best friend Laura arrived at the hospital shortly after we did to help aide in my planned all natural birth (I was crazy)! My contractions had been regular and strong from the get go and I walked, rocked and breathed through them for a handful of hours. When the nurse checked me at 3:00 a.m., I had not progressed from the Doctor visit a WEEK prior! It was then that I through in the towel and got an epidural. We then all tried to get some rest and in the morning (around 10), I was checked again and had progressed to 9 cm and stayed there for many hours. I received some Pitocin to help finish dilation and at around 2:00 p.m. started pushing. I had developed a fever and the shakes from the epidural and I was code pink for delivery. This meant that everyone possible was in my delivery room. My Doctor, the Resident Doctor, the Pediatric Doctor and a Resident Pediatrician, a handful of nurses for the baby, a nurse holding my leg, Laura holding my other leg and Paul at my head. With every push, I looked out into the crowd of no less than 10 people as I delivered our baby. It was Laura, who exclaimed with tears in her voice, “It’s a boy!”
Daddy and Austins very first photo
 Paul very quickly grabbed the video camera and left the room to avoid seeing anything he wished not to see. He made the short walk to the waiting room where my Parents, my Grandma, my Aunt Cindy, Paul’s best friend Josh and Paul’s Mom all awaited the news. As he entered he announced, “Welcome to the world, Austin Hunter!” My grandpa had passed away shortly after we had announced that we were pregnant. He was an avid outdoorsman and hunter. We felt this was the best way for him to live on through Austin. If Austin had been a girl, we had chosen the name Sloane Elise (a play on the name Lisa, after my mom) something we had chosen not to share at the time and didn’t end up using when the twins were born.
Our first photo as a family
Fast forward to now! So much has changed in just five short years. Our once very pudgy baby and non-verbal toddler is now a thriving, intelligent, talkative preschooler. He continues to catch up to his peers in speech but is now lacking in other areas such as fine motor skills and processing/following directions. We have pretty much determined through his Speech and Occupational Therapists and teachers that he has Sensory Processing and Motor Planning Disorders. He will be re-evaluated later this spring to decide what assistance he will qualify for moving into Kindergarten next fall. We recently started setting personal language goals for him. Right now he starts his sentences with, “Me Austin” so we have been teaching him to self-correct and say, “I” want, need etc.
CHUBBY BUBBY
He continues to eat like a rabbit and prefers raw vegetables above all other foods. His favorite foods are tomatoes, cucumbers, pickles, carrots, avocado, pizza, cheese, Cheerios with milk, salami, fish and anything chocolate. His favorite activities are playing with playdoh, building with Lego Duplos, watching and reading Charlie Brown, taking real showers alone and helping me bake. He has started to make friends and tends to interact more with girl peers. He has recently started sounding out and reading three letter words during our quiet time together. He is afraid of the dark and prefers to, not sleep alone. This makes bedtime very challenging. He more often than not falls asleep on the couch (amongst the noise and lights) and then we carry him to bed. When reading in his bed at night or laying with him to help him fall asleep, he often tells me funny or interesting tidbits, like just today he said he would like to go for a ride in Uncle Chow’s car (my brother Ryan). He has taken to giving people nicknames and has named my other brother Dylan, “Uncle Pickles.” All in all, he is just like any other child with strengths and insecurities that wants to learn, be comforted and loved. This past weekend we celebrated his birthday with a very small, just immediate family party. Like last year, he did much better with a small group of people whose faces he is very familiar with. He seemed to really enjoy his birthday again and I am very happy to keep the party small for him to enjoy and not get anxious. This year we had a Charlie Brown (he calls him Chuck) birthday because those are his current favorite characters. Tomorrow on his real birthday (the 25th) we will be having a playdate after school with his friends and a treat, “Charlie BrownIES.”
Showering this morning before school

With his Charlie Brown cake and snoopy shirt for his birthday party
Next up to bat, we have Kelsey. She could not be more of a girl if she tried. She loves to wear dresses with tights, lets me brush and curl her hair, she is attracted to anything pink or sparkly, whines ALL the time and never stops talking. She is very polite and genuine often saying, “Please mommy, Thanks mommy and sorry” (which absolutely melts my heart). She would prefer to live on my lap and climbs into my arms whenever she gets the chance. Her favorite toys are anything she can “collect” such as play silver wear that she carries in her fists or blankets by the arm full. She loves music and will dance to any funky beat and has started to sing songs like the “ABC’s, Itsy Bitsy Spider and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”. In September, I potty-trained Kelsey and she is completely day trained. We are able to leave the house and she can tell me when she needs to go and stays dry when she takes a nap. She has several dry nights during the week so we are getting closer to night training likely this spring. In December she climbed out of her crib so we decided to combine and convert their beds into what we call the “king toddler bed.” They seem to enjoy sleeping together, probably because they feel the comfort of touching someone else while they sleep. Kelsey only recently started sleeping through the night. I had an epiphany one night to put her in the Halo walking wearable blanket we had from Austin and she has slept through every night since. (Who knew, the child was just cold?) Still, we often play “musical beds” as we call it. Each and every night, (and I mean EVERY) at least one child wakes up at one point or another. If laying them back down doesn’t work the first child moves to the cot in Austin’s room for the remainder of the night. If the child is Austin then he moves to the cot in our room. Sometimes someone ends up in Austin’s bed if he’s not in his but mostly by the morning all 3 kids end up with us. This is because the twins tend to naturally wake-up at 7:30 but we let them lay with us until 8:30 when we generally all get out of the bed. They don’t sleep through the night ever but at least our kids will sleep in most days and sometimes even until 10:00.
King toddler bed

Selfies with mommy, always in my arms!

Like I said, ALL girl even fast asleep!
As Kelsey is the girly girl, Logan is very much all boy. He loves cars and anything with wheels. He enjoys building, especially with real tools. He often follows Paul around grabbing up the tape measure, hammer and random screws and pretends to build and drill things. He is very interested when Paul plays basketball with our garage hoop and tries so hard to lug around the (gigantic to him) basketball. He is very sure-footed and fast on his feet. He can walk up and down the stairs without holding on which always startles people. He was the first twin to give up napping. He will still take one on occasion but if he does then we have an extra hard time getting him to bed (like 11pm or later type of hard time). He started Speech Therapy in September and has already met all of his original goals. His speech needs are not as severe as Austin’s and he shows no signs of the motor planning concerns we have with Austin. His areas of concern are expressive (talking) and receptive (understanding) communication (which Austin did not have). Each day he’s added new words to his vocabulary and is steadily catching up to Kelsey. His current goals are to follow two-step directions and understand the concept of opposites and say- big, little, hot and cold, etc. He is very much a momma’s boy. The kids have all had phases were they favor one parent or another and right now he favors me. He like Kelsey likes to cuddle with me and falls asleep the fastest when I am holding him.
Mommy snuggles
Babies feeding babies
For months now, Logan has been asking to use the potty. He has been seeing Kelsey use it and would ask to sit. I mentally was not prepared to train him until after the holidays. He started to sit on the potty with all his clothes on so that was a very nice start. This week we are taking the plunge and finally training him at almost 2.5 years old. I had tried a couple times in the past handful of months but the concept was over his head. Let’s hope this time it sinks in! He has had quite a few successes already (which is far better than before). Logan is our best eater. He is the least picky of the three and usually asks for more food or finishes one of the other two kids meals. Unlike Austin, both twins prefer fruits over vegetables. They all love salad, pickles, cucumbers, broccoli and green beans but that is the extent of the green variety for the twins. Their favorite foods are: just about any fruit, rice, beans, cheese, fish and milk. We have been trying our best to come up with new recipes that everyone will eat at dinner. We usually make a couple additional sides just so that the kids will eat more than just the protein option. They only recently started to eat a little bit of starch or carb foods but it’s still a hit or miss scenario.
Potty time

And there he stayed for 10 minutes watching tv upside down!
A little bit about me, the business is going very well and I have been continuing to gain a steady flow of current and new clients. I had a couple of nicely profitable months this fall, which prompted Paul and I to decided to upgrade and completely remodel my studio. We’ve had the idea in the back of our minds every since the news anchor posted “behind the scenes” photographs of her sons newborn session on the Fox 8 news website. It was then that it dawned on us that maybe we needed to make my work space more professional, welcoming and appealing. In December after I wrapped up holiday card sessions we closed the studio for a whole month. We ripped up the old carpet, removed the old basic trim, laid a new laminate floor, added wainscoting to an accent wall. We extended an existing closet into the eaves for more storage, cut and painted new trim, baseboards and chair rail, painted the ceiling and bought new storage pieces to hold all of my blankets, and lastly added my logo to the wall so clients will see it as they walk up the stairs and into the studio. The difference is NIGHT and DAY! I say that because my studio used to be very dark and I needed to use extra lighting to get the proper exposure for photos. Now, it is bright with new sheers on the large windows, which provides perfect crisp ambiance. For Christmas, Paul and my parents bought me a new full frame camera body (our old camera is a crop body and was actually my wedding gift to Paul) and with Christmas money from my Grandma, I bought a new lens (85mm) for outdoor family photography. The new camera body has proven to be worth the money. The quality of my photographs has been considerably different and much more sharp.
Sitting area for moms to feed and change baby during newborn photo sessions

My studio backdrop area

The logo and infant posing bean bag

After sanding the closet ceiling!
In November, I was voted as the new Co-Leader (like a President) of my mom’s group and non-profit organization More Than Moms. I have been on and off the board of directors over the past few years between the kids. I have said on numerous occasions that joining this group has completely changed my life in Cleveland and that continues to be the case. I have built amazing friendships and work/professional relationships. As a whole, the group is the perfect support for any mom. I can only hope that I can help continue to allow the group to thrive and help other mom’s.  Speaking of mom’s, we have a new mommy (and daddy) in our family. In November Paul’s brother Jason and wife Mira welcomed an adorable baby girl, Morgan. She is cute as a button. Although we have not been able to meet her yet (they live out of state), I love seeing all of her pictures. She is a perfect blend of her parents and has lots of dark hair. We look forward to being able to meet her someday!
More Than Moms Christmas Party
I close this blog post with some sad news. This fall we had to say goodbye to the “Lady of the house,” our cat Chloe. For more than a year, she had developed the symptoms of early kidney failure. She had steadily lost weight (from 12 to 6 or so pounds), ate less and less and started going outside of her little box. As the year went by, we had to confine her (and Willis) to the basement in the evenings and when we left the house because her accidents had become too frequent. Luckily, I am home with the kids all day long so she spent lots of time with us and I was able to catch her when she needed re-directed to her box. All of sudden in a short couple of days she stopped jumping over the baby gates, stopped eating and hid under our couch and in our closet. We had to make the very difficult decision to put her down. I had never experienced anything like that before. Growing up on a farm, I didn’t grow attached to my animals (knowing the facts of life) and I certainly didn’t ever have to watch one pass away. It was far more heart breaking than I ever imagined. I was snorting, sobbing crying in the veterinary office with Paul, as we said our last goodbyes and give her a final caress. She and I had a love/hate relationship. I would often get very irritated with her because she had a bit of a sassy temper and would pee on our rugs when she was not happy with us for one reason or another. I really truly loved her though. I have extremely fond memories of her, one being that she was the one who presented me with my engagement ring on her collar, as Paul proposed to me after dinner in our dining room. She will forever hold that piece of my heart and the sorrow I felt for her when she passed is not a pain that I would ever like to experience again. Paul decided that she will remain with us and she’s buried in our backyard in Lakewood where we can visit with her and remind the kids of their once beautiful companion. In the end, a good thing came out of her loss of life. Willis has become more friendly with the kids now. While Chloe was alive, he never let any of them touch him. Now, he might not be very fond of it but he tolerates them giving him random attention (a tug at his tail or ears and a rub on his head) when they walk by.
A tribute or two to Chloe
One of her last photos
Paul on the way downtown to watch the Indians in the World Series Game 2

When mom has her car at work and forget to leave the kids coats and shoes!

These 3 amigos are always in cahoots






 
Time to soudle!