I want a do-over!

I just have to laugh about it or else I’ll cry and drink way too much chardonnay!

The twins woke up from their morning nap NOT happy. They both have red raw bums........ we are talking bright red. Every time they pass gas, black dust comes out of them. Obviously something I gave them did not agree with their little bellies. I have gotten so used to feeding a toddler I often forget they cannot handle everything he can. They are not happy with me.  Wyatt cannot even put his little bottom on the ground so he is crawling around on his hands and feet. 

I am feeling so bad. Not as bad as I did 20 minutes later when I am vacuuming under the kitchen table on my hands and knees and Wyatt starts screaming bloody murder. Somehow he has gotten his foot under the vacuum and it has taken the top layer of skin off his little foot.  He proceeds to scream for about 45 minutes. Now I am feeling terrible like a very bad mother and at the same time I’m running around the house in a panic trying to get everyone ready to get out the door for the twins 9 month doctor appointment.  It is not easy getting an appointment with our pediatrician and so you do not want to miss one. I can barely think and Wyatt has been screaming going on 50 minutes and Walter is too busy putting Smith in a headlock to sit long enough to get dressed. I open the front door in hopes of enticing him to sit long enough to finish getting ready.

Being outside has become a reward in our house.  It seems I left him outside a bit too long this time because he has gotten in the truck and pushed all the buttons. I do not realize this until I am driving through our neighborhood and the truck will not make turns. I pull over and call Scott in a panic, the truck is broken and we are definitely going to miss the appointment we have been waiting months for. He immediately asks if I am in 4 wheel drive, sure enough Walter has put us into 4 wheel drive. OK, thank you God we are on our way. Wyatt is still crying but at this point I am more concerned with the fact that I glance in the rear view mirror and realize I have totally forgotten to get ready. No concealer, hair in a pony tail, but thank you God I just found a piece of gum in my purse. This is just great! I am quickly brought back to life as Walter walks over to me to see how things are going in the front seat. CRAP! In the madness I have forgotten to buckle him in his car seat. We finally arrive at the appointment only a few minutes late and in we go. I am totally embarrassed at the red bums, my hair, yesterdays make-up, and the black dust coming out of my sons. What really made me throw up my hands was when I am chatting with the doc, not paying attention to my children and Wyatt starts bleeding from the mouth and it is dripping down his chest. I quickly snatch him up to realize he is not bleeding at all he has torn off the bloody Band-Aid from Smith toe  where he got his iron test and he now is chewing on it like a piece of gum.

I give up!

The boys get their shots, scream, look at me like they are never going to forgive me for allowing this day to happen, scream some more, and pass out in complete exhaustion.

Tomorrow cannot come soon enough!

To ease my guilt, I need to say I do not often let Walter just play by himself in the front yard and that is the first time I have ever forgotten to buckle a child in!

Having dinner with the flashing reflectors on their heads

The Second Half

You probably thinking these pictures are so clear and crisp, they look great and nothing like any of the others you have seen. That is because my sister-in-law Michelle took them not me. The second half of our adventure to Spokane we stayed with Uncle Byron and Auntie Shell (this is how Walter refers to them)  



Sully, Sela, and Walter all bundled up





Dan the Man!





Waiting for the big ride!



The boys started to get cold and lose their enthusiasm for the great outdoors!

The Hoover's, McKay's, and Cunningham's braved the terrible winter storm to join us for dinner at Brian and Michelle's house. It was complete madness but so much fun.

Walter and Lilly racing after the ball





Walter and Jillian decided to make it a dance party

  

They broke it down!



Walter loves his Uncle Byron!



And his Auntie Shell!



BFFs

Thank You everyone for such a wonderful trip over the mountains. Now that the boys and I are gone I hope you are all enjoying the peace and quiet! I know I would be:)

The Farm



As the boys have gotten bigger I feel like I spend most of my day in the kitchen. I'm cooking then feeding and by the the time I get the place clean its time for a snack.  

This is how I know its time for breakfast.

 

 


Smith always wants to feed himself



Wyatt doesn't seem to care how he gets the food just as long as there is a lot of it. 





  I could just walk around all day picking up or wiping up scary stuff that I cant even make out. The twins constantly are eating things that I did not give them. Leftover waffle from breakfast that was stuck to their brothers PJ's or things that most would consider dangerous that Walter has given them. The shag carpet has turned out to be a terrible idea. They can find things in there that look about a week old. Lets be honest, they eat half their meals in the high chairs and graze on the other half off the floor.

At first I thought it was bad, so dirty. but I do mop almost daily (OK that's a lie, maybe every other day)  I let them have their daily picnic off the hardwoods. Besides its like a scavenger hunt to them, they find it exciting and then I get a few minutes to drink some coffee. Walter on the other hand just wants to drink milk all day long. He goes through about a gallon a week by himself.

In my next house (which we call that the farm because we have decided or I have decided we need to raise these children on small farm. I don't want any animals right away, I already have four! Down the road we will take in uncle Eric's goat) So at the farm I want a enormous kitchen and I want to love every square inch because I think as these boys continue to grow I might not ever leave it. As it is now trips to Costco are becoming a part time gig. If the twins are anything like Walter I will need lots of activities at my finger tips. I'm thinking a lot of land is the answer.



Just being outside is fun for him



If I don't have activities this is what happens...

They wrestle and pummel each other. Thankfully those babies are tuff little dudes and they love their big bro!

We decided to take a trip to see Grandma Margaret and Papa Mike in Chattaroy Washington. They sold their home and are staying with their wonderful friends Jim and Debby on their Horse Farm. Walter and I came out a couple months back a rode Abby, a Tennessee Walker, and Walter has been talking about her ever since.



There she is!



Walter went looking for her as soon as we arrived.

   

Walter got to feed her dinner with Papa Mike

This is Dan.

  

He had to brush Dan and get him ready for the big ride.



He definitely knows how to say giddy up Abby!

Move over Woody this here is a real cowboy

 




The babies liked to watch from the sidelines with their snacks.





The next day it began to snow so we took a walk with the horses through the pasture.

Walter considers himself quite the cowboy.



We had so much fun with Grandma Margaret!



 Any place that you need a John Deer to take out the garbage is right up our alley!





Walter became really good friends with Jim. They went on tractor rides and Walter could not get enough of the Jim's new razor. 







 



He went on so many rides he fell asleep on the razor.



We had an amazing time at the Nelson farm! Thank you Jim and Debbie, we love you!

Also a big We love you to Grandma Margaret and Papa Mike!





Let the good times roll!

 It's a new year and I am a new women. I got a facebook account and I am starting a blog. It seems so presumptuous writing about my life, like anyone cares, but I figured with family all over the state this was a good way to keep everyone tapped into the madness. Grandma Ruth this is for you!

It's been a good start to 2012. I am tired most days, but alive and well all the same. I spent half of 2011 in bed incubating these amazing babies...

Baby A: Wyatt 6lbs 10 oz

Baby B: Smith 6lbs 7 oz

Beautiful and big, we went all the way to 38 weeks. It was a pregnancy full of 3 hospital stays, one surgery and 18 weeks of bed rest.

You can  see why I am loving moving and running and anything the YMCA has to offer me? Most days I don't even sit down until around 7pm but I don't complain because it just feels good to exhaust my body.

The twins are great babies that love to play together, laugh at each other, bounce, climb on everything, poop, drink milk, and watch their big brothers every move.

They definitely have their own  personalities.                                                           Smith is a big love bug, he is always smiling,   wants to be held constantly and talk or growl all day long. Wyatt is Mr. Independent, is tuff as nails, has a full set of teeth and will laugh at anyone! Which is a good thing if your familiar with Sandusky humor:) I am going to get in trouble for that one.

Please let me now introduce you to the culprit of my sleep walking through half the day.

This is my Walter.

Most people think twins must be so demanding and exhausting but really its the toddler or at least my toddler that causes me to question my sanity. People that have met my Walter know exactly what I am talking about.


The child is full of spunk. Some days I wonder if I am being punished for something. Then I stop and think this kid is actually pretty fun and he makes me laugh all the time. He is two and half but thinks he is five, loves to be outside and help his dad with anything that needs fixing, never plays with one toy more than two minutes, and would be naked all day long if we let him. 

Walter loves to squeeze his babies!



These are the things he will do when left alone in the yard for five minutes. (don't call CPS)





 He loves that the twins are getting bigger, now he has two little people to wrestle with.



It is because of my extremely patient husband Scott that we don't all go crazy in this house of chaos. I actually haven't figured out if he is truly patient or if he is walking around the house with his noise canceling ear phones in. Either way he inspires me to stay calm through the storm.....although he isn't the one with poop under his finger nails and oatmeal in his hair.

We have decided to make the best of  this circus that is our life and laugh when we can and do our best raising these little men.

Family pictures are enough to make me crazy because someone is either, crying, has their eyes closed, is falling over, or not even looking in the right direction.



To both of our amazement we are making this family run, its not pretty most days but we are doing it and loving every second!

This is how most family shots go!
The cute ones in our blog were done by Kim Charie Photography

Its 2012 and were off~