Easter 2016

How is it Easter already?  I feel like I say that for every holiday, but time is flying.

Our first egg dying experience was interesting.  Scout tried to eat the hardboiled eggs (shell and all) at least four million times,  Griffin decided that the dye would work best if he threw the eggs from a distance, and Stella and Bruiser sighed loudly throughout the whole process.

We (Scout) ended the show by dumping the yellow water all over Griffin and the floor.  Maybe next year will be easier? Or not.  Either way, the kids seemed to have a good time, and now we’ll be eating eggs for the next three years.

On Saturday, we went down to see my parents for an egg hunt and visit with the Easter Bunny.  Scout and Griffin loooooved the animals (shocker), and finding eggs, but as it turns out, much like Santa Claus, they weren’t too thrilled when I dropped them on a random Bunny’s lap and stepped back to take photos.  Pretty sure their trust in me is shrinking daily.

We did okay in the basket department this year.  Big hits were M&M’s and jellybeans (no doubt these children are mine), cute gardening tools and gloves (thanks target $1 bin!  we’re currently obsessed with ‘gardening’ over here), and butterfly nets.  The beautiful Jellycat bunnies that I may have wanted more for myself than I did for the kids, were left in the shade.  I’ll keep working on them.

We hosted a lovely little brunch for my side of the family, and then ended the day with dinner at Keith’s sister’s.  All in all, another amazing holiday in the books!

Some photos….

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Griffin + Scout Turn One!

On August 11th, our sweet babies turned one.  Wha?!?

How is that even possible?

This past year has flown by.  It has been a year of excitement, exhaustion, and pure pure joy.  I can’t begin to describe how these two tiny little babies have turned our world completely upside down, in the greatest way possible.

Keith and I spent their birthday replaying the big day and the nine months leading up to it.  It seemed like just yesterday I was eating a watermelon a day because of these two monsters.  I spent the first trimester scared to death, wondering what the future would hold. The second trimester, planning as much as I could for the following year.  I spent so much time creating a small living space in our home (and my heart) for these two babes I had only seen on an ultrasound screen.  Who knew that they would inhabit far more of our house (and our hearts) than we could have ever imagined?

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We’ve spent the past 52 weeks celebrating Griffin and Scout.  Every single day has been complete bliss.

This isn’t to say that we haven’t had hard days, because we definitely have.  BUT, I can count those “hard days” on one hand, and I consider myself unbelievably lucky for that.

So,

Scout, it is with your sweet gummy smile, and your perfected fake laugh that you have completely melted my heart.  You smile at all the right times, you reach up with your tiny chubby arms to be picked up, and you say mama in the sweetest possible voice.  You love your brother and both Stella, and Bruiser, which makes my heart feel so unbelievably full.  Your big blue eyes (and perfect eyelashes) light up when Dad comes in the room.  You’re smart, and beautiful, and you make me so happy and proud to be your Mama.  Thank you, pouty. I love you so much.

Griffin, you’re my best friend.  You’re happy-go-lucky.  You wait for eye contact before smiling at complete strangers in the grocery line, at the library, the doctor’s office, and playground.   You’ve grown so much from that tiny little 4 lb 10 oz baby that we brought home from the hospital.  Your big boy smile and giggle make me want to have a million babies just like you.  And the way you tickle my face and neck when I’m holding you is enough for me to want you to stay just this age forever.

I have these two beautiful human beings that we created to thank for the mush that I am today.  I love this life and I love these babies more than I ever ever thought I could.

 

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Happy, happy birthday, my little loves.

 

 

 

Moving On

We said good-bye to an old friend last week.

After 7 years, we bid adieu to my Honda Element.  I loved that car.  Like really, really loved that car.  Until I hated it.  In fact, everything that I originally loved about it, became everything that I hated about it once we had kids.

After ten months of suicide doors, I’d had it.  If you’re not familiar with suicide doors, let me just tell you, they make it much more difficult to get not one, but two infant carriers into the car.  I regularly banged my head into the ceiling of the car, banged my knee into the large metal ring that the door locked into on the floor, and could rarely open both doors if any other cars were parked too closely on either side of me.  The sun roof let the sun shine directly into the babies’ eyes, which actually could be used as a form of torture in the future.  There were only two seats in the back because each seat could split and fold into each wall, again, awesome pre-children, not so cool post-children.

Even with all of these annoyances, trading in the Element was still hard to do.

This car had been with us through so much.  Moves, new jobs, vacations, puppies, and finally babies.  We would regularly fold the seats up, throw our bikes in the back and go to the boardwalk or park.  It was perfect for the dogs, because it was so easy to sweep the floor or hose it out.  And with Bruiser’s shedding habit, it was done very often.

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But, it was time.

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Two summers ago, we had the privilege of driving a Chevy Traverse to the Outer Banks for vacation (thanks to the woman who hit my car in the grocery parking lot, and thanks to Allstate for providing us with a giant SUV just in time for vacation).  So, with three adults (yay, Katydaddy!), three dogs (cousin Sammy), and enough luggage to stay for five months, the 8 hour drive felt like a pre-vacation to our trip.  After that, we knew (even before we found out we were having twins) the Traverse would be our next car.

And for good reason.  It’s a minivan for people like us.  “People like us”, meaning people who aren’t ready for a minivan.  It has two captain seats and a third row bench seat in the back, which means we can fit seven people.  Best of all, there are vents for the AC way back there, which means the dogs won’t be panting in the back while we’re cool and comfortable in the front.  And with the third row folded down, we have a massive cargo area for wagons, giant strollers, and sweet yard sale finds.

As it turns out, car shopping with two babies is a little different from the way we used to do it.  Keith would send me links to cars in the area via email, but I wouldn’t have time to look at them.  But hen he would arrive home asking which car I liked best.

Uh, all of them?  The blue one?  The Traverse?  I confessed that I hadn’t looked at the cars he sent me.  I meant to check them out, but somewhere between pumping, chasing crawling babies, and making/feeding/washing bottles, it slipped my mind.

Once we (he) found the car that best suited our needs, we went to the dealership.  We warned the salesman that we our time was limited because of the babies.  When he saw two babies in our arms, he knew not to push the envelope.

I test drove the Traverse, while Keith and the babies hung out in the spacious Element.  After the test drive, I gave the dealer all of our information and then asked them to call us if they could work something out.

Best plan ever.

It’s way easier to negotiate price over the phone, rather than sitting at a desk in front of a salesman.  No nagging, no “let me see if there’s any wiggle room here”, no “well, let me talk to the finance manager”.

Long story short, we got a great deal, and picked the car up last week.  Woohoo!