Heart and Sole Race

Today we decided to try something new. Well, actually we thought of it several weeks ago when we entered, but nevertheless -- today we did something new. All seven of us did a 2 mile race for St. Vincent Hospital. We took the double Trek stroller for the wee ones and an umbrella stroller for Joey. Good thing, too, because all he did from the moment we got there was complain about wanting to go home. I'm not sure what his deal was, because usually he's up for an adventure. I think it was the clowns, but I'm not sure.

Here's dad pinning on his number while he's crying about the scary clowns walking around.

And here he is complaining to go home:

Grace was also scared of the clowns. But she looked cute in her hat.

Before the race Andrew had the idea to write "Team Kazmierski" on the stroller's flag. We wrote it on both sides, and flew it proud.

After the race, (Grace did not have to pee the whole time! I was worried about that) the kids got to have a donut (Joey had a popsicle) and sit in one of the hospital's helicopters. I think that was the highlight of their day. That and getting a free shirt and water bottle.

I think next year, if their memory is clear, I will be doing the race myself. Although, in the car afterwards I asked them to raise their hand if they liked being in the race. Everybody raised their hands. Could have fooled me! But I'm glad they think they had a great time.

Sleeping Boys

I just can't resist sneaking in and snapping a few pictures of the babies when they're sleeping. The boys always remind me of each other. Their butt up in the air, ankles crossed. Here's Matthew the other day:

I remember both the other boys sleeping in that same position. I also remember some other funny positions they slept in. Joey is most famous for wrecking the high chair by banging his back against it until he fell asleep. (Or maybe he just passed out from all the head trauma.) He would fall asleep eating, sitting, playing... whatever, as long as he was banging. He couldn't get to sleep unless I was hitting his butt. Not patting his butt -- banging it. He would cry and fuss unless it was hard -- the harder I hit, the happier he was. Here he is passed out:

He also used to sleep with either his arm or leg out of the crib. Here he is once grabbing onto the side of the crib. He is a little over a year old here:

And Andrew did the same thing. Here he is at age 1 with his arm sticking out. I always worried about that. But they never got stuck.

Here's Andrew on his belly. I just love these moments:

The boys just remind me so much of each other. I love their little chubby feet the most. Their little bodies, their hair, their hands -- all that was the same for each boy. But they all have such different personalities, even from day 1. Ahhh, the memories!