Turned out to be a very expensive trip...

A year ago this week Brian and I were doing this:

While looking at this in Myrtle Beach.

And this was our souvenir.

Turned out to be a pretty pricey vacation!

In need of some adult interaction

What do text messages look like when your husband is out of town, and you spend 24 hours a day with toddlers and babies, and very minimal adult interaction?

This.

8:00 am - Cade's not here yet.

8:06 am - Nevermind.

8:07 am - I got new bathroom soap. Foam kind again. Logan said "Mommy that red soap just wasn't working for me."

3:02 pm - Kiwi birds are so weird.

4:15 pm - Logan said "Eliza there's the perfect soap in the bathroom for you to use". Bwahahahaha!

4:20 pm - He really hated that other soap.

5:00 pm -Hello?

FINALLY a reply from my husband...

5:17 pm - Hello I'll call you shortly

5:22 pm -Okey Donkey (auto correct...)

Double Doody

Now truly believe in a twin language. Even at the ripe ol' age of 3 months Parker and Cooper have some sort of Twinkie-ESP. This is the only way to explain how the two of them will go DAYS without pooping, then will suddenly both poop within an hour of each other. I mean... wow.

Also, WHY did it take me this long to realize that Cooper's best nickname is Scoop Doggy Dog. I mean... for real.

Finally, the like for Rachael Ray is hereditary. Cooper will be joining Logan and I at the 3 o'clock hour for some EVOO.

And one more thing, Parker will smile the largest most grateful smile in all the land if you just look at him. Just look at those sweet blue eyes and he will reward you with the most fabulous of gigantic smiles. Can't beat that.

Eliza: Queen of the Sass

I have a house full of boys. My three boys, a daycare boy, a boy dog, a man-child husband. ALL boys. Except for Eliza. Tomboy none-the-less, but still adores her "fancy jammies", and wearing tutus OVER her jeans while digging in the mud. Oh... and the sassiness. OH THE SASSINESS! I have had Eliza in my care since she was about 9 months old. Now, at 2.5, she is Logan's BFF and part of our family. And, she is funny.

So, today right in the beginning of nap I hear Eliza hopping and saying "Bibbit". So I say "Eliza it is time for nap, it is not time for ribbiting". I hear nothing, then suddenly really loud "BIBBIT! BIBBIT!". So I went over there and said "Eliza, it is time for nap, it is not time for being a frog", to which she replies "Well Lindsay.... I GO TO MY HOUSE TO BIBBIT!" and she walked over, grabbed her shoes and said "I got my shoes, I bibbit to my house!". Oh my God, I was dying laughing. Luckily me laughing made her laugh and she put her shoes down and went to lay down. But seriously, she meant business.

Turkeys!

Even with the plague my twinkies are packing on the poundage!

Coop-meister is 11 lbs 12oz

Punky Peter Pants is 11lbs 6oz

Hey-oh! Love it. Although I believe Logan was about 16 lbs at this age. I do believe we will not have the same problem with the twins as we did with Logan when it comes to those little blue plastic swing set swings... you know.... when his hamhocks got stuck in the leg holes.

In need of a germ-exorcism

I have done approximately 65 loads of laundry in the last week and a half. Sadly, I am probably only slightly exaggerating. So I have OCD. Let's just put that out there. I have it, I know it, and I am slightly over-the-top with it. However, I have a hard time seeing the negativity with this since my household is rarely ever sick. With kids and their parents in and out of my house Monday through Friday, a snarfley dog, and just life.... I am really constantly cleaning. I have to say, I got much worse when I became a mom. I am that mom who will cringe when a child sneezes at the library, and the sound of a cough anywhere near me or my little ones makes me want to run screaming towards the nearest exit. But the worst of the worst of the worst, worst, WORST is vomit. Emetophobia. I haz it.

I don't do puke. I don't like to puke. I don't like to clean up anyone else's puke. I don't like talking about puke, and if you puked anytime in the last 45-90 days, I would rather you not come within 200 feet of me or my family. I am THAT freaked out by it. So when I woke up at 2:30 am last Saturday morning hugging the porcelain thrown, I could have sworn I was in the depths of Hell. That was, until, my sweet Logan woke 10 minutes later heaving all over his PBK quilt. We had made it 3 years and almost 3 months with a child and NO barf. I suppose our luck had ran out. Logan, thankfully, was perky and cool by late Saturday. I however, was barely hanging on to the thread of life for days. Holy crap.

So when we had gone a whole FREAKING WEEK with NOTHING.... I thought we were more than in the clear. 'Fraid not, my friends. Friday night into Saturday, my sweet little baby Parker refused to eat, and after a 12 hour hunger strike, introduced us to baby vomit. Sigh... So here we are, Monday, and Parker and Cooper are still fighting this virus and I am on the verge of a breakdown. Auto-pilot all the way, cleaning, washing, laundry, oh, have I mentioned the LAUNDRY! The freaking laundry! I cannot begin to imagine our water bill. I am So. Done.

But you know what makes me laugh? Oh man... you all thought I was psychotic about germs before... Hahahahahahahahahaha! Oh my peeps, you ain't seen nothing yet. I swear to all that is Holy that I will do everything in my power to never get anything like this again!

Months of the Year

My sweet boy singing from October 2010 - The Months of the Year