Thursday, December 25, 2008


This is my first post from my new computer.  Santa was really good to me this year, he brought me a new Macbook.  I am and always will be an apple girl. 

The boys must have fooled Santa too, because we will be heading home from Iowa with a truck load of toys.    From new chairs, remote control cars, to slinkys, it looks like Santa pucked toys all over Grandma's living room.  

We had a very Merry Christmas.  We are blessed with the two best presents ever.  

Merry Christmas to All! 

Saturday, December 20, 2008

The Essential for Every Childhood - A Picture Crying on Santa's Lap.

We tried to talk them into sitting on his lap. Then the line behind us began to build. So we threw them up on his lap, and Santa had to hold on tight. After they got down Nathan said "Bye Santa" with tears in his eyes. Adam was a little mad at us. We thanked Santa for his strong arms. Santa complimented Adam on his amazing strength. There is nothing about this that makes sense to them. Here go sit on this guy's lap. Sure he is dressed weird, sure we are in the middle of a mall, sure you are always supposed to stay close to me in public, but here sit on his lap while I go stand by the photographer. We of course need to get this craziness documented.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Thank You Much

I have offically become a blog nerd. Last night at dinner we were eating take-out. Our dining expereince was complete with plastic forks, plastic knives, and paper thin napkins.

Nathan and Adam were pretending to cut up their chicken. Nathan (my little muscle man) broke his knife in half. In perfect monkey-see monkey-do fashion Adam tried to break his knife.

Adam was unable to break his so he handed in to Nathan and said "help".

Nathan proceded to break the knife handed it directly back to Adam muttering "There ya go"

Adam smiled, saying sweetly, "Thank you Much"

Melt. Melt. This is going on the Blog!!!!

Nathan is on the bear on the left.

My brother-in-law pointed out to me that more often than not, Nathan is on the left. That is how it started, Nathan was on my left, Adam was on my right. Maybe this is the natural order of things.

8 years. 2 doctorates. 1 business. 2 kids. 1 new house.

A little less than two years ago I would have been cleaning this house. I would be doing laundry, running the vacuum, and dusting the book shelves. Now in my free time I sleep and blog. My recent fight with mono has forced me to slow down. As my ever so intelligent husband and doctor told me "You won't get better until you rest!" I think I was trying to outrun the illness. Move fast and you won't notice. Well that worked until not only could I not run, I could barely stand up. Now Steve is taking the brunt of the work around here. Today is our 8 year anniversary. Without sounding like a total dork, I can honestly say today I love him more. He is still my rock. He was calm and cool through all the wedding plans. He bravely helped me through dental school. He stood strong as I got my epidural at 10cm while contracting. He was the picture of strength and calm through the "natural delivery of twins"

There are many things that cause an increase risk of divorce. Among the top ten are professional school (we had this times 2), the birth of twins, and starting your own business. Well all statistics aside, we are in this for the long haul. He is who I want to be with. He is the light in my life. He is the most kind and hardworking person that I have ever met. He is honest. He is intelligent. And those dimples don't hurt either.

There are times that life gets busy and we forget to foster this love that we have been blessed with, but those two little monsters remind me in so many ways that what we have is special. I remember when I was pregnant with the twins-before we knew it was twins. It was a couple days before our first ultrasound. I sat in the car and said the most honest prayer I had ever spoken in my life. I prayed out loud for Steve to have a boy. I had always joked that we would know who God loved more when we had kids, because I wanted an girl first and he a boy. Well that day, all kidding aside, I let God know that I thought Steve deserved a boy. I must have prayed hard, because Steve got two. So on days where he is running late, the laundry is on the floor, and the dishes are not even in the sink, I remember that day. I remember that under all this clutter is an unbreakable love.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

I love being able to talk to my boys. They are learning new words everyday. Nathan has yelled "hi" to neighbors. Adam said "Merry Christmas" to Grandma on the phone. In the midst of all this talking I am sometimes left speechless. This was such the case when I was getting Nathan out of his car seat on Thursday. I was in a good mood since Thursday is my Friday. I was doing that silly mommy thing and "eating his fingers" I was making my best cookie monster sounds, and I must have gotten an little carried away. Nathan pulled his hand back shook his hand in my face and said " NO BITE!" I was speechless. Scolded by a toddler. Ouch.

Saturday, December 13, 2008


It is all in how you see it.

Noisy House. Full House.
Dog Smell. Mom's best friend
No Quiet. Great Language development.
No time to shop. Blessed to have people to shop for.
Lots of laundry. Great motor development.
Cheeks to wipe Cheeks to kiss.
Tired form work. Blessed to have a good job.
Dishes. Food to fill the dishes.
Two. Two.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

One Twin Stinks.

Okay so it is true, all we parents talk about is poop. Adam this morning woke the house up with screams of horror. I proceed to drag my tired virus stricken body out of bed, sad to see that Steve had already left for work.

I thought Adam was just angry Nathan was not upyet, but no. He was angry that he had smeared poop all over himself and his crib in an unsuccessful attempt to remove his diaper. Seriously. I am too tired to clean up this much poop.

Again Nathan thought this was funny, that is until he had to stay in his room alone while I showered off stinky brother.

One word for the day "Ducktape"


So I thought that it would be nice to have a community blog. Just Moms, Dads, Grandparents posting funny stories for all the family to see. It would be a nice way to keep in touch. It would be a nice way for the families to get to know each other.

Friday, December 5, 2008

The Smell Test

There are moments that we as first time parents are never quite prepared for. Moments like the first time your child looks at you, the first time your child tells you "no." Well I had another one of these moments today. Adam has started the "cool" trick of taking his clothes off in his crib. We have found him on multiple occasions in nothing but his b'day suit.

So today I venture slowly up the stairs (as I am still feeling ill), to hear giggles from my Nathan. I open the door to a half naked Nathan laughing at a full monty Adam. Now why is this funny? Well my full monty Adam had positioned himself as to "aim" at Nathan - and was trying his best to pee on his brother. I did find a wet spot on Adam's sheets. Nathan's sheets remained dry. SO the question is, was that drool on Nathan's tummy? I was too tired to do the smell test. Let's just count it as another twin secret that it better left unsaid.

Monster Hug.

Little Monster cried and cried.
Little Monster yelled and yelled.
Momma Monster listened and listened.
To calm him she tried and tried.

Little Monster would not be calm
Little Monster would not go along
With Momma’s plans for the day
It seemed like his mission to get in her way.

Momma Monster did not understand.
Momma Monster held out her hand
She showed Little Monster her finger so long
She shook it at Little Monster to hurry be gone.

Little Monster yelled and complained.
Little Monster was not to be contained.
Momma Monster was at her wits end.
This was not how the day should begin.

Momma Monster put down her mug.
Momma Monster gave him a hug
Little Monster felt all warm and snug.

Momma Monster jumped to her feet.
Little Monster crawled into his seat.
Now this day was starting out right.
All we needed was a hug so tight.