Festival of Lights.

The boys are so sick of taking pictures... standing still stinks...

Ellie, Audrey, Adam, and Nathan hugging to pass time before the parade.  (I swear Adam is in there somewhere)

Token picture of Adam to keep things even.

Much Delayed Halloween Pictures.

My little Dragons.

Patiently waiting to go get candy.

The Dragon Duo.

A Moment by the Super Cool Pumpkin with Clayton and Kaya

Hot Chocolate to warm the cold Dragons.

More Poop Stories.

We are potty training.  It is hit or miss (literally).    We have some great laughs.   I take a lot of deep breaths.   All in all they are doing pretty well, except when it comes to nap time.

Today they did not go down for a nap.  They got oh so quiet.  I thought that we were close to having  a successful  nap.  Then the laughing started.   It sounded  a little evil.  I tried to ignore it.  Then I walked up the stairs.

I swear as I came up the stairs they started to whisper to each other.  I walked in and I saw two naked boys staring at me.  I smelled poop.  WHO POOPED?  WHERE IS YOUR POOP?

Nathan "I Pooped"  "Adam took it"
Adam "I Put it in here"  (POINTING TO THE AIR VENT)

I remove the cover , and like any brave mom who has touched worse, I  picked out the terds.

DO NOT PUT YOUR POOP IN HERE.  POOP GOES IN THE POTTY.

Nathan "Underwear all clean"

Yes Nathan your underwear is clean, BUT DO NOT PUT YOUR POOP IN HERE.

They giggle and run naked down the steps.   I go to get the clorox wipes....

Another day, another poop story.

Ready Set.

JUMP!

Why We Scream/Why We are SOOO Cute.

The boys have those eyes.  You know those eyes that are so cute that they melt you at first glance.    Adam has that smile that cuts right through to my heart, and even as I type about it tears form in my eyes.  Nathan has that laugh, that laugh that makes you happy no matter what else is going on.   They have to be this cute.  They have to be this cute or I would have kicked them out of the house when they turned 2.

The boys have those screams.   You know the screams that make you feel like your ears are bleeding.   Adam has a scream that would make even the most experienced Mom wince.  Nathan has a scream that makes even grown men run.   When they start screaming together,  it is just down-right torture.   They have to scream, because they are so cute that if they never screamed they would not yet to be able to walk, because I would never have let them out of my arms.


They have to be so cute.
They have to scream.

Heaven.

Mom:   We are going to the eye doctor.

Nathan:  You hurt your eye again? (This was a follow-up we were there yesterday)

Adam:  I hurt my eye, too.  I show doctor.

(Now we are in the car)

Nathan:  Eye doctor too far (It is 30 minutes away)

(Now we are at the doctor's)

Adam:   Mom sit in big chair.  

Mom:  Do you want to show the doctor your eye?

Adam: No my eye's all better.

Nathan:  Mom, is she fixin your eye?

Mom:  yes.

The doctor thankfully was a mom, so she was patient and the boys' loved her.  I just crack up at what they say.   After all that excitement we all needed a nap.   How boring going to the doctor used to be.

Let Them Be Little

I can't imagine sitting in the stands watching the boys graduate from high school. I can't imagine helping Nathan with his tie before he says"I do." I can't imagine holding Adam's newborn in my arms. But until now I never imagined talking with the boys about their day. Until now I never imagined those little hands wiping my tears when I am sad. Until now I never imagined what wonderful, caring people the boys would be.




They make me laugh everyday. Because of them I run through sprinklers. Because of them I dance. Because of them I believe in the healing power of a kiss. Because of them I believe in the joy of make believe. I never imagined the journey that we are on being this fun. I never imagined the journey that we are on being so blessed with giggles, wiggles, dirt, and funny smells.




I used to be unable to comprehend having a dirty car. Now as I entermy smelly car, I smell their childhood. As I walk over hotwheels, wet spots, and crushed cheerios, I realize I am walking through their childhood.




Before the boys were born I tried and tried to imagine what they would look like. Before the boys could talk I tried and tried to imagine the sound of their voices. I am learning to stop imagining, because each breath they take, each smile the give, each silly sentence they utter they completely surpass anything I have imagined. So today I will enjoy. Today I will listen and look and know that in a couple years my babies will be teenagers.






But for now they can sit naked together in a laundry basket, and this makes me giggle.