Lockdown at Shawshank

We're a mobile, movin, on-the-go family. We pack up the mini-van and head out for museums, malls or almost any shopping establishment (except Walmart... can't do it...). The girls LOVE museums. Well, Keira loves museums and surrealism (who knew?). Ana loves moving... so, really anywhere we can crawl or move is good.

Getting out is really good, since most of the time they're at home in the Shawshank, er the uh, living room.

I better get back to my night routine... Ana did a big barf-o-rama in the car and we still have all the prep work for tomorrow... and I haven't had dinner... and...

Tea or Death?

We are seriously out of control with the crawling. Keira has started in on the action but it is more of a 3 steps and roll on her head thing.

I am finally starting to sell/get rid of some of my behbeh stuff. It is going to be sad to see the snap-n-go leave the house. Such a good invention. A good purchase for mothers of twins everywhere, should you need to purchase something for one... I'm selling it to a girl who is 31 weeks along and can't leave her house. Oh, the good-ole-days. Talking to CJ and K about their pregnancies just brings back all of the memories. It isn't that mothers forget everything we went through... we just don't have time to think about it. When I listen to K's worries about the weeks that go by, it makes me more thankful for my girls and my whole motherhood experience. It was a rough journey... but one that was well worth making. *insert little tear here*

Ever watch Eddie Izzard? I'm just thinking of him... and his anglican inquisition... Tea or Death?

When will the gates get here?

The girls are moving. Touching things. Things that shouldn't be touched.

Moving. Seriously.

I know, I know - "Didn't you see this coming?"

Right.

Well, let me unleash 2 girls that previously just stayed put on YOUR house and see how you do. (Stacia is excluded from any verbal abuse I may hand out on this topic...)

So, Brad called at 2pm to say the house was "utter chaos" and Ana and Keira were going in different directions. Since then, we've waited impatiently for the baby gates to arrive from Lock-Ur-Kids-Up R Us. Other changes include very sharp, snaggly teeth. Both have two on the bottom.

Both girls are 18lbs 4oz, which also means we need to get around to installing those car seats... although, I don't have the same problems as sweet Amber, who needs to fit 3 car seats straight across in her car...

It is fabulous to see the girls become, well... girls. They're getting big. I've loved every second (there were a few in there that might get a lower rating...) and I'm going to do my best to savor the rest.

More updates always on the way. If you don't hear from me, the girls have taken over and Mommy is in the gate...

I shall bite you with this

So much change. Keira is working on her second tooth, Ana has her first and started crawling... the doctor's visit is tomorrow, so I'll let y'all know the latest.

Teething is brutal. Brutal.

Goodbye to too many this week

Bad.
Within the past 2 days, a retired employee died in a horrible fall (You will be sorely missed, Tom. I hope I see your lunchbox one last time), my friend lost a baby, another friend got prego (wait... that one is good... thank god), and Trish lost her twin baby boys this morning. Oh... and K's sister-in-law is prego with triplets and wants to know if she should reduce one.
I'm overwhelmed with sad for all those people I love and filled with happy and worry for my prego friend. (She will make beautiful, happy, healthy behbehs... that will be my mantra)

I'm babbling. I'm so sad.
Gotta go.

Phat Mom Rocks the Tready

The girls are really starting to interact. Life has become pretty fun... still crazy.

Updates - no crawling, no teeth, no stage 3 foods.

The girls are sitting up alarmingly well and are really babbling... a lot. I think they both have things to say.

I'm doing my best to keep everyone updated, but I feel like I'm constantly behind... welcome to motherhood?

Well, it is time to prep bottles, clean the living room and get ready for tomorrow. If I'm lucky, I'll rock the tready tonight... I'm still workin on that mommy-weight...

The Dahli Lama and all that

Ana's appointment went better than I ever could have imagined. The doctor said that she doesn't have cranial-whats-its and she doesn't need a helmet (noone is really symetrical, right?). He said to keep an eye on her progress with our current doc. and schedule an appointment with the genetic doc when she is a year old (if we think she needs more attention). We're going to monitor her head growth and babbling... or lack of babbling.

I work with odd people. I can't explain it. Sheri left work today to go see the Dahli Lama. Seriously. My friends are full of odd exclamations of that sort. ("Let's have carbonated fruit for lunch", "I can't make the meeting, I need to fly to Florida for a hardware check"... you get the idea.) Tune in next post for the "It's a lunar lander" explanation given my my beloved neighbor.

Look, I'm exhausted. I'm going to look around at the wreck in my house and then ignore it for awhile. I might even eat something... not carbonated fruit... but something.