Baby Envy

I suppose this was inevitable.

Pumpkin Patch

Yesterday was a long, but fun day. We gambled with the weather and met some friends at a local pumpkin patch/farm. The twins were a bit uneasy in the patch and a little whiny towards the end since they didn't get a proper nap, but what can you do? I think this is just life with toddlers. I also spent some time chatting with an older woman who had 2 sets of grown twins and she shared her story with me. It never ceases to amaze me how MoM's (mothers of multiples) can find and relate to each other! My favorite part was when she said "the day they went off to kindergarten I felt like I;d been released from prison!" Lol, I guess she wasn't going to sugar coat anything. Here are some pics!

We got around most of the time by wagon


and we were a bit unsure what we were supposed to do with all the pumpkins



Tate even attempted a good ol' fashion tantrum in the mud. Luckily, I got a picture:

We also discovered that the twins LOVE apple cider

Silly Gracie and Mama

A family shot, and yes, I am that mom, trying to coordinate their outfits.


Fun was had by all, but when Tate's apple cider came up and all over Gracie's shoes, we knew it was time to go home.

Play House

We got the kiddos a super fun little house at Costco. It is a great toy for us because it doesn't take up much space and the twins can play in it on their own. When we first put it up we also gave them these toddler crayons to decorate with (okay, we wanted to color too). Fun and frivolity ensued! :





We even enjoyed the box it came in! Daddy made a sled of sorts-$20 well spent, I say.

One, Two Punch

We have been collectively knocked out by a nasty stomach flu.
Friday brought on vomiting for Tate and Daddy with incredible force and volume. Gracie was also very unhappy to be woken up every time I came in to change Tate's sheets and pj's. Fortunately, he was done around 9:30PM, 3 hours after bed time-but not terrible. In between his clean ups I was tending to Daddy who was sprawled out on the bathroom floor until about 3 am. It was a sad sight to behold. I fed Benny and got him to bed on time, while doing several loads of laundry and in general being a good nurse.

Needless to say, Saturday morning we were exhausted. The good news was Tate was his smiley, crazy self and Daddy was feeling better. The bad news was this meant we needed to honor our plans to drive an hour and spend the day at my mom's. It was a family birthday party for me, so we would be missed.

The kids did fine despite a small throw up at dinner and I had my mom on hand to help me while Sean took a much needed nap. We thought the worst was behind us.

Until LAST night.

I got a rumble in my stomach around dinner time and my worst fears were confirmed. It was my turn with the nasty bug for the next several hours. I did get some decent sleep, but I am feeling pretty pathetic this morning. Now I am just praying that Gracie and Benny somehow avoid the nastiness. I am holding on until nap time when I can collapse into a dehydrated coma.
Some unrelated pics of the twins new favorite play place:

There Once was an Old Lady Who Lived in a Shoe

I'm 27 now and while it's not a shoe, our condo is pretty tiny.

I had a great birthday, my husband never disappoints! The kids gave a a "mom necklace" that I had my eye on with their initials. I can't wait for it to arrive! I also got some gear for my iphone and the gym because he knows what I need most right now is a nap-I mean, motivation. We had babysitters on hand to have a kid free lunch/movie date AND the the best part: a homemade video of the babies all singing and dancing to our favorite songs! I LOVE it. I cried of course. He made me a "mama" themed video last year and I told him I would be thrilled with another for my gift this year-these are priceless! So now I have our version of Twinkle, Twinkle, Itsy Bitsy Spider and more forever on film. If I can get tech savvy I will post it here.


Thanks Love for all the effort you went to! I am blessed!

Laundry Day

We get tired of our toys pretty quickly these days. That's when chores like laundry folding are so much fun! Here's a few pics of my twinnies is daddy's clothes




What chores are your little ones "helping" with?

That Escalated Quickly

We have been battling the c-word all week. That's right, CROUP. What started with the sniffles escalated quickly into honking coughs and a couple of truly scary stridor/wheezing attacks while my precious baby girl tried to sleep. Gracie got steroid treatment as she was worse off than Tate. Thankfully they both seem to be on the mend today. Maybe we can turn to humidifier down tonight so their room won't feel like the rain forest every morning.

They caught this lovely illness from daycare, which is to be expected to a certain extent. But I can't help feeling like I wish I had been told another girl there had it-I would have kept them home. I just would have liked the information to make the best choice for my kids health. This brought me think in depth about my role as advocate for my kids (while I was in the shower, the only place around here quiet enough for thinking).

I have a few family members who act pretty put out and offended any time I try to implement a "family rule" or remind them of something I don't want them to do with the babies. We aren't kissing on the mouth, period. Their daddy and I are the only ones with "permission" to do this as we are neck deep in each other's germs anyway. I am also a stickler about sharing food unnecessarily (i.e. baby is eating something and you want a lick of their spoon just for fun) and when the Fall rolls around I become a Purrell Nazi.

Are my little rules silly to you? Maybe so.

Will they stop my kids from catching a single cold this season? Probably not.

Do you like me less for pestering you? To quote Sarah Jessica Parker from The Family Stone "I don't care if you like me or not!"

Ok, I care, and I always try to be gentle with this stuff as to not offend. But the bottom line is this: TOO BAD. I am the Mom. I get to decide what is best, appropriate, and important to my child's well-being. Great-Great Grandmothers be forewarned, I have been known to turn into "Mama Bear" as Sean calls me, when I feel like my requests are being ignored and my child is in danger of anything-this includes your "oh it's just allergies" cold! Not to mention, when you are done slobbering all over my child and they do end up with a flu or stomach bug, I am the one taking care of it. I am the one giving Tylenol at 3am and sitting for hours on end with twins who ONLY want to be held. So while you may take offense to my implication that you have *gasp* germs, it's better than my silently cursing you in the middle of the night and sending you a pediatrician bill.

Call me a jerk, overprotective, rude, whatever, but make no mistake, I am a Mother.