nine years so far...

Volkswagon Golf
Audi S6
BMW M3
Event planner
Commercial Real Estate broker
Searay Amberjack
Supra
700 sq. ft. condo
Newly remodeled home in St. Louis Park
Zipper
Cabo San Lucas
Playa del Carmen
Grand Cayman
Berlin
Stockholm
Maui
$30,000 wedding
Mercedes ML320
BMW M3
BMW M5
second row seats for all Timberwolves games
Ordway season tickets
Minnesota Wild season tickets
Minikahda Club
Buckle
Honeymoon-two weeks in Italy
I-plan Event Company
5th Street Ventures
First Response = +
Maui, again
It's a boy!
ECFE
Playdates
Tumbling class
Babysitter
Lake Namekagon
Miscarriage
YMCA Soccer coach
Stroller
Jogging stroller
First Response = +
Naples, FL
Pneumonia
Nebulizer
Hospital three days
It's a boy!
Double stroller
Projectile vomit
Colic
Nutramigen
Projectile vomit
Weight loss
Surgery-pyloric stenosis
Colic
Weight gain
4504 Casco Ave.
Seizure
Ambulance
ER
CAT Scan
MRI
EEG
All tests "normal"
Low muscle tone
Missed milestones
Facial twitches
Epilepsy ward
24 hour EEG
Doctor sit down
Life changing news
Numb
Pain
Tears
Disbelief
More tests
More doctors
Therapy
Volvo S60
Home visits
Support Groups
Private PT
Pneumonia
Hospital stays
O2 levels
Nebulizer
Acura MDX
More therapy
Different doctors
Pneumonia
Hospital stay
First Response = +
Surrender
It's a boy!
Minivan
Lyla
Audi S4
Another double stroller
Working the steps
First wheelchair
Date night
Feeding chair
Stander
Bath chair
Ramp
Johnny Jump up
Milestones reached
Nanny
Walking at nine months
Finding God
Constant smiles
Country Club Road
Kindergarten
New friends
ECSE
More new friends
Another new wheelchair
Chiropractor
Running
Pain
Joy
Airplane
Seattle
Road trips
McGregor
New Ulm
Fond du Lac
More running
Headaches
Preschool
2nd grade
IEP meeting
Weekend in Chicago
Happy Anniversary.




Comments

Fawn said…
Are you serious? My husband and I celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary yesterday, too. Congratulations, Sue!
October 13, 2011 at 11:12 AM
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