The New Camera

Right before Joss was born I decided I needed a new digital camera. I know absolutely nothing about cameras. I mean nothing. I ended up getting a great little Canon off of Craigslist. This thing is loaded with fancy settings. It took me a long time to get the darn thing to take a nice picture. I had to adjust all kinds of settings. Things I've never heard of like aptiture, shudder speed, image stabilization, blah, blah, blah... I'm making it my goal to take lots of great pictures while I'm on my maternity leave. The other day I thought I'd try and get a few pictures of the boys together. Here's how it turned out:

So first things first...get both boys in the chair. Check. Okay next step, focus the picture.

Obviously I was too slow. Fighting ensues...

Hair pulling got a good reaction. Let's try a good ole round house kick to the face shall we?

The kick to the face doesn't phase Randy..

I'm not exactly sure why Reece is the one crying here.

I do know that if I'd have taken one more picture in the series, it would have been Randy biting Reece. I drew the line with biting and put the camera down. Oh well. Maybe I'll have better luck next time!

I'm baaaccckk

It's been over 2 months since my last blog update. Yikes! I promise that I have a few good excuses though. We were lucky enough to move the Beasties into a new house. One with lots and lots of room for them to run and ruin things, along with a big backyard and a play house. The move went extremely well considering I was 8 months pregnant at the time. I can't give enough credit to our friends and family for helping us for countless hours. There is no way this could have gone as well as it did without all of their help.

In other news: On July 1st Miss Jocelyn Elise joined our family. She is sweet as can be. Nothing like at all like the Beasties. Please keep your fingers crossed for us that she doesn't switch teams on us.

She really is as precious as she looks. The Beasties have adjusted quite well to the new addition. In fact, they have surprised the heck out of Randy and I.

Well folks, that's all for now. I'm going to give it my best shot at blogging at least once a week from here on out. There is way too much cuteness in my life right now to not share!

Nostalgia

We are moving to our new house this week. It's a day that Randy and I have looked forward to for months and months, yet there hasn't been in a day in a week or so that I didn't get teary eyed when thinking about moving. Each time my eyes got misty, I couldn't put my finger on exactly why that was. My goodness, we are moving to a beautiful house a little bit outside of the city. It has nearly double the square footage that we have now and a huge yard for the boys to play in. Why am I the least bit sad to leave our condo? Is it that I'll miss having our friends over all of the time? Will I miss the nice short 15 minute commute to work? Maybe it's that I'll be over 10 minutes from the nearest fast food restaurant? The question puzzled me until tonight.

I've been packing for weeks. It takes a lot out of a pregnant lady to pack up a house, so I've been taking my time. After I put the boys to sleep tonight, I realized that their room was the only room in the house that isn't littered with moving boxes. Each picture is still perfectly positioned on the walls. Nothing looks out of the norm. As I was folding a load of laundry, it hit me. It's all about nostalgia.

I can vividly remember the day I picked up the keys to the condo. Randy was still at work. I was all alone in the house. I remember laying on the floor in what would end up being the boy's room surrounded by white bare walls. The place was dead silent. I found myself day dreaming about what the future held for Randy and I. While I was lying there, I pictured us getting married and probably having a baby. I imagined what it would be like to bring a baby to our new home. Never did I imagine that in less than five years later, I would be sitting here with twin boys and a baby girl on the way.

Fast forward three years from the time we just moved into the condo.. In that very same room I had my day dream, I found myself designing the perfect nursery for my baby boys. I mulled over this nursery for hours upon hours each day. After much searching, I finally found the perfect paint color, the perfect wall decor, the perfect bedding and mobiles, and a beautiful nursery lamp. I moved the cribs around until the angles were just right. Since that time, the boy's room has hands-down been my favorite room in the house.

It is in this room that I can still picture my two newborn babies sleeping next to each other in their crib. They were so tiny and perfect. Randy and I would stand over their crib while they slept and marvel at the fact that there were TWO perfect babies sleeping in the crib. I can remember the uneasy feeling of being a new mom. I remember sleeping on the floor of their room when they were newborns because they got up to frequently.

It is here that night after night I go in and peak on my babies before bed. Each night, I am amazed with them. It's so unbelievable how fast they grow. I love watching them sleep. Somehow, watching them sleep, takes away all of the stress of the day. To this day, their room is my last stop before I go to bed. It never fails that I leave their room grinning ear to ear. I usually comment to Randy something to the effect of "they are so beautiful" or "I love them so much".

I'll be taking down the nursery sometime later this week. I'm sure I'll cry the entire time but I'll blame it on nostalgia (and I suppose the fact that I am a hormonal pregnant lady). I'm sure in my mind I'll have flashbacks and wish that I could just keep the room forever. After all, it reminds of a very special time in my life and brings me to the reality that the boys are growing up and we are growing as a family. I know that I'll always have the memories, but I like having the room because it's tangible.

Very soon, we will make the perfect rooms for the boys and our baby girl at our new house. Like the nursery, these rooms that will help create unforgettable memories as well..

What are little boys made of...

When I was pregnant with the twins, I hoped and hoped that I would have at least one little boy. There is just something so magical and precious about little boys. These two little beasts are exactly what I had in mind when I dreamt of little boys.

They are little boys through and through. They love to get in trouble, really they do. Not only do they love to get in trouble, it seems some days they live to get in trouble. It may seem impossible for 18 month olds, but they know exactly what to do. Their giggle when when they are doing something that they shouldn't be unmistakable. I should also mention, when they are getting in trouble, it's always in tandem. When one spots trouble, they use their secret "language" to communicate. No joke.

They love to get dirty, use random household objects as weapons, and use the weapons to hit things or each other. They think the world of trucks, tractors, heavy machinery, cows, puppies, birds and balls. Little boys to the core. I really couldn't have asked for little boys that are anymore "boy".

This past weekend Daddy was out of town, so I took the boys to little boys paradise; up north to see my parents. They had the time of their lives. The beasts got to play in the sandbox, see horses and cows, ride on four-wheelers, eat ice cream cones, cheese balls, and half a water-melon, throw rocks in the pond, hang out with their big cousin Kade, have a camp fire and stay up 2 hours past their bedtime each night. They were in little boy heaven.

Reecey playing in the sand box.

Grandpa Mike, Kade, Randy and Reece

Randy enjoying his first ever ice cream cone. Please note his messy shirt.

Below: Uncle Joey and Reece sitting by the campfire.

Top 3 Things That Make 15 Month Olds Awesome

1. They can walk!! While the Beasties are still a little wobbly at times, they can move around pretty well. Running from room to room, up and down the stairs...In some respects, this makes life a little easier. For example, I don't have to carry them two at a time down the stairs! In fact, I now run down the stairs. It takes them at least 1 minute to get down, so in this time I can start getting their snacks ready. Sneaky mama..

2. They can say a few words. Both boys say mama, dada, baba, ball, car, my (this is Marley, our dog), no-no, and probably a bunch more that I am forgetting. I particularly love it when we go in to get the boys in the morning and their little faces light up and they shout "mama" "dada". Totally melts my heart, each and every time.

Randy is always full of smiles and always has a lot to say.

3. They give hugs and kisses. They are still a little stingy, but they are getting there. Randy likes to hug, but once in awhile he sneaks in a little bite on the shoulder. He gives good kisses though. In fact, he even makes a kissing sound. Reecey is a little snuggler, especially at night. His kisses however, are more like head-butts. He recently started "kissing" Marley. She is not impressed.

and now....

The Top 3 Things That Make 15 Month Olds Tough

1. They can walk. Like I said: up and down the stairs, running from room to room, going opposite directions. Yikes! I thought it was bad when they could crawl. Now that they are walking, it added about 6 more inches on to there "reach level". Not only can they rummage through all of the cabinets and dresser drawers, now they can reach door knobs, bathroom sink drawers, you name it, the Beasties are there. The only time our house is clean is between the hours of 6:30 pm and 6:00 am.

For some odd reason, both boys absolutely love Marley's kennel.

Did I mention that they like to push buttons? They love to type and turn the TV on and off.

2. They can say a few words. The Beasties hate when I leave for work in the morning. Reecey recently starting following me around when I'm getting ready. Right before I leave, he cries and shakes his head while saying "no no, no no mama". Whew! Gets me every time. According to Daddy, he "recovers" in less than a minute. Now a days, there isn't much that a few Cheerios won't heal.

3. No more drive-through for me. A few months ago, we got a new vehicle. The old one was just too small. When we switched over the car seats to the new vehicle, we decided to go forward facing. The Beasties really thought this is cool. Randy and I thought it was neat at first too. It was sweet to see their cute little faces happily looking out the window when we were driving. Then we stopped at a drive-through. Crying, begging and whining immediately ensue. We had no choice but to share. Fast food drive-through used to be my "escape". I could eat a meal in peace. I didn't have to share or listen to whining and crying. Not that they could actually see that there was food, all bets were off. For this reason, I'm considering flipping the seats back to rear facing. That way, I'd be acting in accordance to the American Academy of Pediatrics by keeping them rear-facing for 2 years, and most importantly, I could eat my fries in peace.

And now....picture overload!!

Reecey riding his new four-wheeler.

Now, I'm about to be really brave here and show you what my house looks like on a daily basis.

Randy: about to get down to business..


He can barely reach, but that doesn't stop him.


Reecey knows this is NOT a one-man kinda job.


He too, must do his part for Operation Destructo.






Mission completed...all in less than 5 minutes.
Solid work Rock Stars.