Listening to a cd of nursery rhymes ~ would say "again, again" if the singers stopped for any reason (including to catch a breath) or in between songs.
Until I write again,
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
Friday Funnies
I have tried to get to the computer to write this post since Saturday morning and now, Monday evening, I am finally able to! It's a busy, busy, beautiful, fun, incredible life I have. I was inspired to write this Friday at lunch: the boys like to dump the food off their plates onto the table and put the plate on their heads. Normally I would tell them that isn't what we do with our food, and together (mostly me) we put it back on their plates. Instead I decided, at that very moment, to just let it go: it wasn't a messy lunch and they were just being 2 year olds. I took a couple of pictures and hoped prayed they wouldn't take my photography as validation. So lunch is finished, they are napping, and I wrote down what happened. I then wrote down a few things from the morning and kept my list running until they went to bed. Here are a few of the giggles I experienced from my little monkeys:
~ at some point in the morning, for no apparent reason to me (has to be the twin thing), they would point a finger at each other, make a high pitched squeal sound that I'm sure every dog in town heard, and then would laugh hysterically! I don't remember who started it, but the second one didn't miss a beat!
~ I was in the kitchen doing some random act that took 30 SECONDS to do and as I come out of the kitchen around the corner, I discover they have both ripped off both pants & diapers and are streaking around the house running faster than lightning. Giggling beyond control, you would have thought it was Christmas morning. I'll never understand the boundless joy that gives them.
~ of course, the plates on their heads at lunch thing I described above
~ I have foam mats from when they were first learning to sit up (we have wooden floors in the living room and I thought a little cushion might be a little loving on my part)...anyway, now they find a million and one uses for those things. Friday morning's choice was taking 1 square (each square's side is 23 inches) and pulling the sides up around their body. They thought they were so funny and the only thing it reminded me of was a hotdog in a hotdog bun. Random thought, I know.
~ My fav: I was laying on the couch and told Braden, "come give mommy a kiss". He came over and kissed his mommy and then the kicker: walked over to Hunter and practically carried him to me (about 6 steps) so Hunter could kiss me too. LOVE that kid so much! He has a heart of gold and God has given him a heart of compassion and caring. Some people may not see it, but I as his mama KNOW it is there.
Sometimes the days can seem long and difficult, but I'm so thankful for days like Friday: when my precious angels make me laugh and tickle my soul.
Until I write again,
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Daddy's Little Helpers
Rain rain go away...come again another day!! It has rained all week and we are quite ready for a good dose of sunshine. Last Friday, the 16th, Troy decided to mow the yard since we knew the monsoon was coming. The boys had been given toy lawn mowers from Aunt Sharon and Uncle Paul for their birthday, and I thought this would be the perfect time to break them out and have them "help" Daddy with the lawn.
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| Hunter inspecting his new toy! |
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| Braden checking it out! |
They weren't quite sure what to make of them at first, but after I turned a few knobs and pulled the "starter cord" (or whatever it is called), they seemed to think they were pretty cool.
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| Doing a test drive. |
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| Hey mom, everything works! |
By this time Troy had the mower out of the garage and was ready to go. I told the boys to follow daddy and help him with the lawn. Must be a boy thing - they turned around and followed as if instinctively knowing what to do!
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| Gotta get the ball out of the way so I don't run over it! |
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| Probably my fav shot of the night...Love my boys so much! |
It was so funny to watch - Troy would do a section of our incredibly large backyard: Braden would be all over it, wanting to follow Troy's path, and Hunter was content to stay a bit behind. If Troy starting mowing in the opposite direction of Braden, Braden would look at me and say "again, again" and a little reassurance that Daddy was coming back was all he needed. When Troy was mowing towards us, Hunter would want no part of it, getting as far away as he could!
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| Making sure Daddy didn't miss a spot. |
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| Watching Daddy - yup, the grass seemed almost as tall as them! |
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| Restarting the mowers after a rest break. |
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| Following Daddy - he was so serious and loved every minute! |
We moved to the front and Troy got that taken care of....meanwhile the boys decided it was fun to watch their mowers roll the the hill (our front yard is pretty much a 45 degree angle). I didn't mind as long as they didn't roll on the street and then I had to go chase them. They would giggle as their toys rolled down and then they would go get them and start all over.
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| Braden carrying his up the hill - LOVE the tongue! |
Simple joys last Friday....2 little boys who want to be just like their Daddy!
Until I write again,
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Just A Little Wondering....
I often giggle and am amazed at how the boys interact with each other and some of the crazy antics they perform. A couple of months ago I was watching them interact as we were hanging out in the living room, and I wondered "What would they be like if they were not twins and born as singletons?" (for those who don't know, singleton is the term twin mommys use to describe a single baby birth). I wondered if their personalities would be different, how much, would they be more or less social, etc... I'll never know, but I just let my mind wonder for a bit. I then started rummaging through the rolodex of my mind and thought of snapshots, such as:
...when they had their twin language...for them it was just a few syllables but they would have so much joy when they spoke it. One would start, the other would repeat and they would go back and forth, each time raising their voice to the next decibel level. I tried to start it with them one day, and every once in a while they would indulge me and play along, but the majority of the time they would just look at me and shake their heads no, as if to say, "we aren't playing this game with you ~ don't you know mommy that you aren't a twin and this is just for us?"
... when they just look at each other and giggle wildly (for apparently no visible reason)
... when they get on each other's last nerve in 1.5 seconds
...when they are so vocal and wild at home and then we go out in public or are with extended family/friends and they are quiet and well-mannered (not complaining about the well-mannered part, mind you)
...when Hunter just one day walked over to Braden and gave him the biggest bear hug EVER...momma was a MESS!
...when Braden walks over to Hunter when he gets hurt and gives him 'love', as if to say, "hey brother, it will be ok" (Hunter doesn't always want it, but Braden sure wants to give it)
Many more memories, thoughts and ponderings, even as I sit here, flood my mind. I know deep in my soul that I will never know the answer to my question, and that is ok. I am happily content to never know the answer to my question. Do I wonder? YES! Does it keep me up at night? NO! I am crazy in love with my little guys and so thankful each and every day that God chose to bless me with a 'two-for-one' deal.
...when they had their twin language...for them it was just a few syllables but they would have so much joy when they spoke it. One would start, the other would repeat and they would go back and forth, each time raising their voice to the next decibel level. I tried to start it with them one day, and every once in a while they would indulge me and play along, but the majority of the time they would just look at me and shake their heads no, as if to say, "we aren't playing this game with you ~ don't you know mommy that you aren't a twin and this is just for us?"
... when they just look at each other and giggle wildly (for apparently no visible reason)
... when they get on each other's last nerve in 1.5 seconds
...when they are so vocal and wild at home and then we go out in public or are with extended family/friends and they are quiet and well-mannered (not complaining about the well-mannered part, mind you)
...when Hunter just one day walked over to Braden and gave him the biggest bear hug EVER...momma was a MESS!
...when Braden walks over to Hunter when he gets hurt and gives him 'love', as if to say, "hey brother, it will be ok" (Hunter doesn't always want it, but Braden sure wants to give it)
Many more memories, thoughts and ponderings, even as I sit here, flood my mind. I know deep in my soul that I will never know the answer to my question, and that is ok. I am happily content to never know the answer to my question. Do I wonder? YES! Does it keep me up at night? NO! I am crazy in love with my little guys and so thankful each and every day that God chose to bless me with a 'two-for-one' deal.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Get This Party Started!
March 16, 2012
This is it! Today is the day I enter the 'blogosphere', the day I begin to write my second favorite love story. The first, of course, is the story of Troy and I. The second is of my precious, fabulous, very much loved and very much wanted twin boys, Braden Robert and Hunter Isaac. I have wanted to write a blog for and about them for over a year and a half now, and for various reasons, didn't. A couple of weeks ago I decided to just jump in and swim. For me, that was a little easier said than done ~ I am soo not a computer/techy person. I can figure a little bit out, but I pretty much learn by a combo of watching and doing. My friend Blair offered to help - we scheduled a playdate for the boys and I loaded up my laptop and went to her house. Well, we had a time trying to figure out using her wireless (remember, not the techy person), so we gave up and decided she would come to my house. One week later, voila! I need to fiddle with some stuff and get used to it, but I think I've got a bit of a foundation.
As of now, my boys are 25 1/2 months. So much has happened since they were born and so much has happened on our journey to parenthood. I am writing this 1. for me - I love to write and 2. for them - yes, I love to scrapbook and they will one day get albums with cute pages of pictures and captions, but a photo album doesn't tell a story like words can. My thoughts and words, their life. Mine is the design, theirs the inspiration.
Even now as I write this, they are back in their cribs. They should be sleeping, but one has been up for 2 hours, fighting his yawns. The other is now awake (no doubt thanks to brother) screaming "paaaccceeeeee", probably able to see it on the floor just beyond reach. Just a bit ago I ran to their room & took some video at their door of them talking to each other ~ just a black screen with 2 little voices ~ ..to capture this short window where not all their words are yet clear, nevertheless, music to my ears. I know one day soon I will miss these days and long for when Braden would tell me a whole story and I couldn't decipher one word, or when Hunter would ramble on in some combination of words I know and a dialect of babyese that I haven't yet mastered.+++++++++++++++++++ That was from Braden - I have gotten up from this seat several times since I started writing. I was going to delete it and then thought I would keep it - a reminder of why I will sit at the computer.
"Yes, but it's a good full" - the name I chose for the blog, mostly because I say it almost everytime we are out and about. Being a mom of twins I am constantly stared at, talked to, talked about in a voice they think is quiet but loud enough for me to hear; basically, you are a traveling circus. I won't write down all the things I have had said to my face, but now that they are older, the most common is "you must have your hands full" and "double trouble". I detest the double trouble, and I think the former is probably what most people say because it seems safe or they don't know what else to say. The first time I heard it I responded with "yes, but it's a good full" and have used it since. I don't mind when people say that - it isn't offensive and I've had a few interesting conversations with various folks. It is honestly how I feel - I am blessed to be part of an exclusive club - a mom of twins - and I wouldn't trade it for the world! My hands are full and at times it is hard but they are my precious miracles and life couldn't be sweeter.
Until I write again,
This is it! Today is the day I enter the 'blogosphere', the day I begin to write my second favorite love story. The first, of course, is the story of Troy and I. The second is of my precious, fabulous, very much loved and very much wanted twin boys, Braden Robert and Hunter Isaac. I have wanted to write a blog for and about them for over a year and a half now, and for various reasons, didn't. A couple of weeks ago I decided to just jump in and swim. For me, that was a little easier said than done ~ I am soo not a computer/techy person. I can figure a little bit out, but I pretty much learn by a combo of watching and doing. My friend Blair offered to help - we scheduled a playdate for the boys and I loaded up my laptop and went to her house. Well, we had a time trying to figure out using her wireless (remember, not the techy person), so we gave up and decided she would come to my house. One week later, voila! I need to fiddle with some stuff and get used to it, but I think I've got a bit of a foundation.
As of now, my boys are 25 1/2 months. So much has happened since they were born and so much has happened on our journey to parenthood. I am writing this 1. for me - I love to write and 2. for them - yes, I love to scrapbook and they will one day get albums with cute pages of pictures and captions, but a photo album doesn't tell a story like words can. My thoughts and words, their life. Mine is the design, theirs the inspiration.
Even now as I write this, they are back in their cribs. They should be sleeping, but one has been up for 2 hours, fighting his yawns. The other is now awake (no doubt thanks to brother) screaming "paaaccceeeeee", probably able to see it on the floor just beyond reach. Just a bit ago I ran to their room & took some video at their door of them talking to each other ~ just a black screen with 2 little voices ~ ..to capture this short window where not all their words are yet clear, nevertheless, music to my ears. I know one day soon I will miss these days and long for when Braden would tell me a whole story and I couldn't decipher one word, or when Hunter would ramble on in some combination of words I know and a dialect of babyese that I haven't yet mastered.+++++++++++++++++++ That was from Braden - I have gotten up from this seat several times since I started writing. I was going to delete it and then thought I would keep it - a reminder of why I will sit at the computer.
"Yes, but it's a good full" - the name I chose for the blog, mostly because I say it almost everytime we are out and about. Being a mom of twins I am constantly stared at, talked to, talked about in a voice they think is quiet but loud enough for me to hear; basically, you are a traveling circus. I won't write down all the things I have had said to my face, but now that they are older, the most common is "you must have your hands full" and "double trouble". I detest the double trouble, and I think the former is probably what most people say because it seems safe or they don't know what else to say. The first time I heard it I responded with "yes, but it's a good full" and have used it since. I don't mind when people say that - it isn't offensive and I've had a few interesting conversations with various folks. It is honestly how I feel - I am blessed to be part of an exclusive club - a mom of twins - and I wouldn't trade it for the world! My hands are full and at times it is hard but they are my precious miracles and life couldn't be sweeter.
Until I write again,
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