Dedicated to the Lord

Frederick and Future were dedicated to the Lord on Sunday, March 14th. They were so overwhelmed by the lights, people, and everything. We have seen many blessings get dedicated in the past, and some had "melt downs" on stage. I prayed that we didn't have any of that for us. We didn't, but I swear they looked like "deers in headlights".

A Day at the Park

My kiddos have had "cabin fever" this whole winter basically because TEXAS HAD IT'S FIRST FEVER IN AGES this year.  That just really didn't sit well with this "Summer Baby" over  here.  At the first "crack" of good weather, I took all of the kids to the park for a few minutes in between errands. It was so much fun to see all of them running around and playing.  I never thought that the Twizzles would be running around as much as they did.  I really have boys at home now.  We got out of the car, and they almost immediately started running in opposite directions for the biggest slides that they could find.  It was awesome to see how much fun they had.  I almost hated to leave, but Princess Liyah decided she needed to "potty".  We had no options there.

 

Bumps, bruises, and booboos

I am really not used to having boys yet, and especially not having twin boys.  "They are a handful" is an extreme understatement.  What surprises me is the number of bumps, bruises, and booboos that two boys can get.  We have had chipped teeth, busted lips (cut all the way through just last night), knots on their heads, and so much more; and they are only 27 months old.  You would swear that we were inflicting pain intentionally on our children, and this is so not true.  I was impelled to write this because my husband said a weird statement to me after we finally got the bleeding to stop last night.  "They are going to get uglier."  That has been playing over and over in my mind for the past 12 hours.  I can't stop thinking about how I want their cherub faces to stay exactly like they are now.  Oh well, Boys will be Boys.

Have you ever been licked?

I figure that most of you would say "Yes, but this is a Rated G Blog".  Well, it is Rated G because it isn't what you think.

I went out of town for almost 3 whole days this past week.  This was my first trip away from The Twizzles since I was carrying them.  It was a little bit harder for me this time around than the past trips that I have taken, and I am not for sure why.  I called them every night, but the last night they decided that they didn't want to talk on the phone.  I was not a "happy camper" about that one bit, but then they finally got on the phone.

The cutest sound in the world is hearing your two babies saying, "Hewwo Mommie" in stereo.  I loved it and hated it, so I was really ready to get home and hold them.  I drove into the garage like normal, and I eased into the house without anyone hearing me.  Then, I said "Mommie's Home".  You would have thought that someone won a Gold at the Olympics.  They started screaming and yelling my name.  Then, I was licked...  Frederick (Techie Baby) grabbed my neck and started chanting "Up Up Up".  Then, I felt a weird sensation.  Future (Talkie Baby) grabbed my leg, and started to lick me.  I can't even explain it, but I think that he was acting as a doggie before I got home is all that I can imagine.  It was hilarious because he licked my leg, arm, face, and then I finally got him to stop.

Suffice it to say, getting licked in this fashion was fantastic.

Snow Day 2010

Wild and Crazy Evening

Well, we started potty training when the Twizzles turned 2.  It has been an big roller coaster with them considering they are so individual.  One could sit on the potty for almost a whole hour without letting out anything, while the other one "let's it all out".

We made headway by accident this week.  The boys sat on the potties for about 30 minutes or so.  Since they didn't "produce" anything, I decided to let them take a bath.  I didn't want to put a diaper on them to take them upstairs, so I decided to put them on underwear.  Between the den and the tub upstairs, both had accidents in their underwear.  They started screaming and crying as if they were hurting.  It scared me at first because I couldn't tell if they were really hurting or not.

I talked to a few other mommies about this, and they all say the same thing.  If we had known that the fact that our blessings being dirty would trigger the need to "potty" on a toilet, then I would have let them "roam free" a long time ago.  I am okay with mopping for a few weeks if that would get me a raise by not buying diapers, I AM ALL FOR IT.

and the vocabulary begins...

The Twizzles are officially talking.  "Where is Momma?" was said by Baby Boy this morning.  It was so clear, and it really makes you think about how good God is.  They are almost 26 months old, and the sentences have not been too clear up until now. I can't imagine what the next couple of months are going to be like with two little people talking ALL DAY AND NIGHT.  I mean, I have heard their discussions on the monitor at night, but now they will be coherent discussions in the dark.  They are so funny because they are comfortable to play and talk in the dark.  My aunt tried to get Baby Boy out of the washroom one day by "scaring" him.  She thought that if she almost closed the door and turned out the light, he would cry and ask to come out.  She got a completely the opposite response from him.