One of the Joys of Twins!

Let's see if we can all spot the numerous bite marks that poor Callum has.
Now let's not all feel badly for Callum right away. Taylor gets his fair share as well.
But right now Callum has at least three visible bites.
These two love each other like crazy and are the best of friends.
They have so much fun talking to each other and making up stories together.
On the other hand they fight as much as they love each other. Over absolutely everything.
I don't know if it's a "two year old thing" or just that they are together constantly and get aggravated with each other easily.



Well it just so happens that in this picture of Callum I can only identify two bite marks. One on his HEAD, yes his head. I overheard Callum telling Taylor tonight to bite him on his head again. WHAT?! lol
He also has one on his tummy.

I hope they grow out of this soon.

Spring Cleaning....sort of.

I went home yesterday determined to accomplish some sort of “spring cleaning”.

Lord knows there is plenty to clean around our house. Every room could use a major overhaul.

I’ve been working little by little on the boys bedroom. I’ve gotten their room rearranged with the help of the boys, went through all of their clothes and boxed up sizes that no longer fit. I’ve even managed to get all of the dresser drawers arranged by shorts, pants, long sleeve, short sleeve, pjs and so on.

I was pretty happy with myself.

Until, I opened their closet and realized there were five bins and boxes and one garbage bag full of clothes they no longer fit into.

I pulled all of them out of the closet and started piles.

I had a sentimental pile that I wanted to keep, a goodwill or garbage pile for clothes that I didn’t feel the need to keep or old onesies that still have remnants of stains from the boys soy formula that stained everything yellow. I also had a possibly be able to sell to Once Upon a Child pile.

I went through all of the clothes pretty quickly and saved quite a bit more than I thought I would. I have about a bin and a half of things saved.

Lots to donate, a small bin to take to OUC to let them pick through, and even a small pile of clothes for Isabella for some play clothes while she’s at our house.

I ALSO found a giraffe costume that is just a little small for the boys that I had misplaced in the bins when they could have had it for a play costume if I had remembered it earlier, and some little devil shirts.

The boys had a blast wearing the costumes last night.

It was bonus night all around. I got things done and the boys played giraffe and devil child (which they don’t need the shirt for).

Minnie vs a Car

Sunday was an emotionally exhausting day.
One of our beloved doggies got out to the road and was struck by a car.
I was mortified and hysterical.
My husband and his friend Jason took her to the Emergency Animal Hospital close by, she was very banged up and was bleeding from various places on her head and what looked to be from her eye.
I was expecting the worse. I couldn’t imagine that a 10 pound dog versus a car, that the dog would win.
All I could do was sit at the house crying and waiting to hear of the news.
Husband called when they got here and told me that she was responsive and looking around.
In about another 45 minutes to an hour after I called and freaked out my sister crying and yelling belligerently that she had gotten hit he called again.
She was walking on her own! Her pupils were dilating and she was following light.
Her heart and lungs sounded perfect.
She had a concussion and a bad case of road rash on her face. But, there seemed to be no permanent damage.
I couldn't help but cry just amazed of the miracle of my little dog surviving being hit by a car!
The vet prescribed her some antibiotics in case she had inhaled blood or any vomit after she was hit. She also sent home some pain relief for us to give her.
When she got home she wasn't moving much and preferred to lay as close as possible to me.
But, SHE WAS ALIVE.
I couldn't believe it.
She wagged her tail at me when I got home yesterday and actually got up to greet me!
She’s eating again and can come down the stairs on her own to go to the bathroom outside.

We had to explain to our toddler boys what had happened and why Mommy was crying and upset.
We explained that she had run and got hit by a car and had to go to the doggy hospital and we hoped she would be ok. That Mommy was going to be sad, but Daddy would call and let us know if they made her feel all better.

They kept asking when their dog would be home, and they hoped she felt better.
They showered me with hugs and I love yous.

It did make for a good discussion about not running into the streets. We've explained that many times, but they've gotten to see why first hand now.

I can’t imagine how I would have handled having to explain death to the boys this early on.
I definitely wasn't prepared for that.
With us not being particularly religious I have to wonder that when that does come about how we will handle it.

I’m just thankful that for now that will hopefully be a conversation in the distant future.

Things you say

There are some things I've said this week that I never thought I would.
With two little boys you never know how the day will go.
The other night we had some nekkie time, which the boys LOVE and would rather go around all day with no clothes on.
They've gotten good at stripping themselves down pretty fast.
That night I had to say a few things that had other people heard they would have been hysterical.
I had a hard time keeping a straight face myself.

• Taylor please don't put your peepee on Mommy's foot.
• No wrestling while naked please, someone will get hurt.
• Keep your hands out of your butt.
• Taylor please don't put your peepee on Mommy's leg.
• Callum don't bite your brother's butt

There was a theme there. Taylor liked to come over to me and put his penis on me. Callum liked to roughhouse while naked.

I've also realized that I will probably be on the verge of a heart attack raising two boys for the rest of my life.
It's hard to not be "that mom" that is overprotective and a worrier.
Now that the boys are almost three, they've gotten much more into the boys stuff, like pretend shooting guns, super heroes and fighting.
They love wrestling.
Callum thought it would be a good idea to leap off the arm of the couch onto his brother on the couch below.
I had to explain that body slamming was not a good idea.
This is going to be an interesting ride.

Happy Mother's Day!

I hope all of the Moms out there had a great Mother's Day.
I've never been prouder of being labeled anything as I am of being labeled mommy.
These little boys are my heart.
My favorite part of the day was as soon as Callum's eyes popped open that morning he immediately said "Happy Mother's Day Mommy!" and gave me a big hug.
Realistically I can't ask for more than that to make it a great day.



The boys also got their second haircut ever on mother's day my mom.
They were so good for Mammaw and didn't scream or freak out at all.
That's because Mammaw has magic scissors.


The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new. ~Rajneesh

Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs in my field, since the payment is pure love. ~Mildred B. Vermont

My mom is a neverending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune. ~Graycie Harmon

Ducklings.

We were very excited to find a momma duck in our backyard!
She's pushed apart our rosemary for her nest, and I've only seen her off the nest once when our dog chased her.
I got to peek in and see at least eggs.
I wonder how long it takes until baby ducks hatch?
My husband says he sees her off the nest in the early morning.
I was wondering how she was eating.



The boys have been excited to check in on her at night and make sure she's still there.
They've been giving the talking to about not bothering the momma duck and they now make sure everyone is aware of that rule.