Embracing Life

A couple of weekends ago, the grandparents were nice enough to watch the twins so Keith and I could take Connor to the annual Day out with Thomas event. This was our first year going, but we plan on making it a tradition. Held at a railway museum, there was lots to see besides just the Thomas stuff. Connor had an absolute blast! watching trains go by cooling off from the summer heat Connor's first tattoo. Mommy and Daddy are so proud! ;) riding on Thomas!

Last week, one half of our daycare went on vacation. (The ILs went to California to visit Keith's grandma. As much as I would love to introduce her to the twins, I am so not flying halfway across the country with my three wonderful children!) So Keith and I ended up taking off work a few days and had our own "vacation" with our kids. Anyway, on day one of vacation, all three kids got sick. One even threw up, all over me. Lovely. The rest of the time went great, despite it being 150 degrees out over the weekend. And our zoo trip was canceled due to illness. I really didn't want to come back to work. Connor and his busted lip (He was jumping on the couch and hit the window ledge. While this didn't actually happen during our vacation, but rather on MIL's watch, I did want to show the picture because it's one of the best pictures we have of him!) Connor and Lexi dancing in the rain Riding the train. Although moments after the photo was taken, Connor changed hi...

I don't use that word lightly. I won't say where I saw this, but on a twin board I frequent, someone posted a thread titled - "Why do you think you had twins?" It was posted by a mom of a singleton, who had spent her pregnancy hoping she would be having twins. She googled some of the top reasons women got pregnant with twins (luck, fertility assistance, age, etc.) People voted, then some commented. One woman, who from what I can remember only has twins, posted it was because God hated her. OMG. I have no idea how to respond to that. Sure that thought may have crossed my mind - one time, during a middle-of-the-night, sleep-deprived, early day where I was just begging for two hours of consecutive sleep. I could see myself thinking (to myself of course not putting out on the internet for all to see) "does God hate me? Why won't they stop crying? Why on earth did I have twins?" But her post is scary - the way she is so determined that God gave her the ...

I just can't get over how cute he is. This is the little boy doctors *think* might have cerebral palsy. By the way, doesn't that giant superyard look FANTABULOUS in the middle of my living room? We've got two more in the family room too. You can't see the sheer curtains in the front window. They are tied up so that the twinkies can't pull them down. I always said I'd never get one of those gates. I also always said I'd never have twins. So there.

The Witching Hour used to refer to one of my favorite Anne Rice books. It made me fall in love with New Orleans from a distance. Now it refers to that time between 5 p.m. and 7:30 p.m. For some reason, my three children, the ones who have been quite happy most of the day for MIL and my mom, develop some sort of split personality approximately 4 minutes after I walk in the door. And try as I may to run upstairs and change my clothes (so that my pants don't get something spilled on them and do not need to be washed - because if I have to wash them, then I have to iron them, and who has the time???), I cannot because I am bombarded with screaming, crying, children wanting to be picked up, children needing a diaper change, children who think dinner is overrated and would prefer to storm up to their room rather than sit at the table, a husband who is telling me that dinner is ready and why aren't the twins in their high chairs and why isn't the table cleaned off, and there I am ...

Last weekend, Keith went to work on his parents' townhouse (they had been renting it for years now, but just want to sell it and it's in horrible condition. Keith is like my dad - a jack of all trades - and it's cheaper to hire him than hire professionals to do that same quality of work.) Anyway, MIL felt bad knowing I'd be home alone w/ all three kids, so she offered to watch Connor. Which left me home alone with two 1 year old. Who still take two naps. And eat what you put in front of them. And don't talk. It was wonderful! I'd like to say I felt guilty when later that day I told Keith I really liked only having twins for the day. ;) Not that I would ever trade in Connor for anything, but let's see. He is down to one nap a day - sometimes. Other times, he is in his room making noise and waking up the babies. He is such a picky eater and if it's not french toast sticks or yogurt, he refuses to eat it for lunch. And yes I had been waiting for quite some ...

Over at the Multiples and More website, their question of the week is "What would you do with TEN million dollars?" I thought about this driving into work this morning. And came up with just a few things: Buy a new house. One that had a master bathroom and large closets. A full-sized basement. 4 bedrooms. A large backyard. A screened in back porch. And a front porch. Pay off my sister's mortgage or buy her a new house. And pay off my aunt's townhouse. Quit my job because I hate having to come to work and be bored and unchallenged for 8 hours a day/5 days a week. Write my novel - because now I have some free time since I don't work. ;) Hire a nanny to come to my house for one hour a day so that I can work out in our exercise room. (Since I'm guessing even with 10 million dollars, Keith will still be against me getting a tummy tuck.) After she is done with the kids, she can fold all the laundry and put it away. Store enough away for college and weddings. Tak...