tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75061836559210644482024-03-14T02:22:47.801-05:00One Plus Twins MommentaryJamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.comBlogger144125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-19169693523992747742014-02-03T13:41:00.000-06:002014-02-03T13:41:28.086-06:00Lockdown drills<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The Girlchick came home from school on Friday to tell us about how they practiced a lock down drill. I'm glad that they practice these but so disheartened that it's a reality of our lives. I asked her to explain to me what a lock down drill was and what she was supposed to do. She told me all about it and the steps she was supposed to do if they ever had a "bad guy" in the school. I was very proud of her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It's just another eye opener on how much things have changed from when I was a kid. I used to take the bus as an elementary kid and I used to walk to and from school in middle school. Never thought anything about it as a kid. I had to walk down a major street in middle school (Broadway, which is a major north south street in Boulder) and it was about 4-5 blocks away. These days I really would like to keep my kids off the bus if at all possible. The stories you hear and the things the kids do on buses now a days is shocking! That stuff didn't happen when I was a kid. And even though we live pretty close to the school none of the kids will walk by themselves. I might think about letting them ride by themselves when they are a little older, but not anytime soon. Statistics show that there is a huge increase in abductions with kids who walk vs. kids that ride bikes. I never thought I would ever need to know a statistic like that, but I do and it's scary. Just like it's extremely scary that they have to practice lock down drills at my daughters elementary school. </span>Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-35662198409044457162013-11-23T14:26:00.000-06:002014-02-07T13:56:44.003-06:00Why my kids cry...... updated 11/23/13<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I'm totally stealing someone else's idea. There is a guy who has been taking pictures on why his son's cry. His son's are younger 2 and 4 and has been writing the captions on why the kids are crying. It is hilarious, so I'm totally stealing his idea. I'll constantly be adding to this one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Reason #1 - Thing 2 - It's not his turn on the swing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">When asked how her days was when she got home, her response was " It was perfecto!". Her response to the second day was "It was even more perfecto".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">It has been beyond crazy up to this point, getting packed, trying to sell the house, and getting all the work done on the new house. All going on at the same time. The new house needed all new flooring and every room needed to be painted. Let's just say that we all survived and we are still married. After all of that stress, it's a miracle that we all survived. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The Girlchick is super excited for her new room. She got to pick out the paint colors which is a bright hot pink.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"></span>Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-79350874609103278302013-07-26T15:21:00.000-05:002014-02-03T15:23:54.351-06:00Girls trip! San Diego<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This summer was The Girlchick's last summer before we become a slave to the public school schedule, which forces you to take your vacations when the schools schedules them. I do have to say that that is one thing the British schools do right. They plan their breaks and holidays much better. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I really wanted to do some fun stuff with her this summer. We couldn't figure out a good time for all of us to go on a longer trip so we decided that The Girlchick and I would go by our selves and leave all the boys at home. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">We went to San Diego and had a blast. We went to the beach, Sea World, The San Diego Zoo, The Safari Park and there was plenty of time spent at the pool. I had never been to San Diego so it was a first for both of us.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All wet! First thing she said was "MOM! I got water in my mouth and it was all salty!" First thing I thought..... ewwwww gross all those whales have pee'd in that water!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So here's the thing - I don't like roller coasters, I don't like things that spin you in circles or drop you really fast. I get really bad motion sickness very easily. She wanted so badly to go on some of the rides. I told her to find one that Mommy can do that I won't get sick on. She found the log ride. I was like - I can do this, it's one drop that's over quickly, usually I'm ok with that and don't get sick. From the front of the ride - all you see is the slide part on the log ride. We get in line, get on the ride, and we go. We go down the slide part - it's a lot steeper than it looks, and we get to the bottom and we float along like you normally do and then it dumps you into a blacked out elevator. I'm like - OK it's just getting us back to the top of the ride since there isn't a steep climb in the beginning - you start high. Then we get out of the elevator and start climbing again. I'm like what's going on is there a second drop? Please tell me there isn't a second drop! Well there was, but it wasn't the drop you have on a log ride. The damn thing turns into a roller coaster! And I'm screaming like a little girl the whole time! The Girlchick is having a blast and laughing the whole time. She is definitely her fathers kid. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At The Baked Bear - The Girlchick special - red velvet cookie, m&m cookie and oreo ice cream. We ate here a few times on this trip.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She really wanted to go in and see the birds, but she refused to feed them. So she took the picture while I fed them.</td></tr>
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Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-34110465073178896082013-07-08T20:00:00.000-05:002014-01-01T20:03:08.908-06:00Crazy times<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Well we made some big decisions. We decided to move. But we need to get the house ready to sell. This is going to be stressful. </span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">We have been talking about moving for awhile now or building out our game room into another bedroom. The boys can no longer share a room. They keep each other up and wake each other up. Even with the bed tents they and we are not sleeping as much as we should be. We also wanted to move closer to the school that The Girlchick would be attending in the fall. We want her to be able to walk to school instead of having to ride the bus. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So we started looking for houses. We found a few that we liked, but there didn't seem to be a perfect one that was move in ready. We found one that we could work with and decided to go for it knowing we would have to put some work into it as well. The kids would each have their own room, their own bathroom, their own walk in closets and the rooms are huge! </span></div>
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Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-67911225765160890922013-06-26T16:10:00.002-05:002013-06-26T16:10:51.771-05:00No more "big boy" jammies for you!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We have normally been putting them in foot jammies on backwards for this exact reason. Recently we had decided to try the regular "big boy" jammies. Thing 1 took his off the first night, so we ended up putting him back in the footie jammies. Thing 2 was being really good about it and leaving them on. He gave us a false sense of security. Needless to say he will be back in the footie's jammies tonight. No more "big boy" jammies for him!</span></div>
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Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-67322523903303730702013-06-22T21:10:00.000-05:002013-06-25T21:16:16.943-05:00Another one bites the dust<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The Girlchick lost another tooth. They are dropping like flies! They just keep popping out. I think we are going to go broke soon. I was really proud of her. I had tried to pull it two days ago, but it wasn't ready. She has been obsessed with it coming out so she has been really working on getting it looser. On Saturday morning while the rest of us were sleeping she got up and pulled her tooth. I have had to pull all of her other ones, it makes her a little nervous since it can bleed or hurt a little bit. But she did this one all on her own! So proud! She keeps this up and she really will be toothless. We keep calling her that. I think we got the name from one of the disney movie "how to train your dragon".</span><div>
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Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-82183127213546339402013-06-07T15:31:00.000-05:002013-06-12T15:43:40.462-05:00FINALLY - the bed tents have arrived!<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The boys have been climbing out of their cribs since November of last year. We slowed them down a bit with sleep sacks until February then they figured those out then we lowered their matresses all the way to the floor <a href="http://oneplustwinsmommentary.blogspot.com/2013/02/little-climbers.html" target="_blank">see little climbers</a> and <a href="http://oneplustwinsmommentary.blogspot.com/2013/02/update-to-little-climbers.html" target="_blank">the update</a>. It got to the point where I would sit in their room at night until they fell asleep and if they woke up early or in the middle of the night (which they did a lot!) Nathan would go up there and lay on the floor until they went back to sleep (usually falling alseep himself). It was not very conducieve of good sleep for any of us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">At first they only shipped us one. We decided to go ahead and use it on the one that was being the most trouble, Thing 2. We didn't have the bed frame for it yet so we just put it on the floor. Yeah....... bad idea! He tore right through the seam! Needless to say we were very discouraged. These things were supposed to be reinforced and strong enough to hold bigger children. The fact that it didn't last one night had us wondering if it would work at all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We decided to wait until we got the other one and put them on the bed frames and use them both at the same time. At first we would still stay with them at night and go up there in the morning since we didn't trust them. We are slowly easing back on that. We at least now leave them in the morning since they are pretty mellow until they are actually up. At bedtime I still worry since they are really wound up and fight going to sleep so they are all over the place and will do almost anything to fight it. I am really hoping that these hold up and will work where we can just put them to bed like we did before.</span><br />
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Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-33129464450412263122013-06-05T21:22:00.000-05:002013-06-25T21:23:13.592-05:00Everyone poops<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But do they make this face when they tell you that they have gone poop?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I just couldn't pass it up. We were outside playing and Thing 2 just all of a sudden stops and comes over and tells me "poo poo" while making this face. He's not in the act of going, but has already gone. I'm really not one for potty humor, but this was just too cute. I know he'll kill me later when I show his girlfriends. </span>Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-90102831955481329012013-06-03T21:02:00.000-05:002013-06-25T21:04:30.355-05:00Three is the magic number..... or not<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There have been studies that have show that having three kids is the most stressful number to have. I recently found this <a href="http://www.today.com/moms/mom-survey-says-three-most-stressful-number-kids-6C9774150" target="_blank">article</a> that states it very clearly and pretty much says it all for me. I couldn't agree more. I think with having twins as well as the second and third child adds a bit more stress as well. You still have one young child that demands attention and isn't quite old enough to understand that they can't have all of you attention most of the time. The Girlchick is pretty good about it the majority of the time, but she is still only 6 and it is hard for her to not have all attention focused on her. Or if she is being silly on the same level as the boys - it's hard for her to break out of it and tell her that she knows better and they are still only 2. But it's always divide and conquer and one of us will always be in zone defense mode. Just trying to go to the store with all the kids by myself. I really try hard not to do that. I usually go Friday nights after everyone goes to bed (yes I'm old - woohoo exciting Friday night). I don't have enough hands for everyone. The Girlchick has to hold a pocket while I hold the boys hands. Then there is the issue that most grocery carts only have one seat up front, so one boy goes in there and one goes in the basket. They can't be trusted outside of the basket. Then The Girlchick gets upset that she can't ride too. If you get the nice "car" shopping cart then they fight over who sits in the car part and who sits in the front of the basket. So I really try to avoid it if I can. Needless to say I can agree with everything they say about the stress level of 3 kids. </span>Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-63783545562342525732013-05-29T21:20:00.000-05:002013-06-12T14:59:56.354-05:00The Girlchick cuts her hair - first edition<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So The Girlchick got an idea to cut her "bangs" from a Miranda Lambert song...... "I cut my bangs with the rusty kitchen scissors....." Then she went and cut her "bangs", which is actually just a little tuft of hair really close to her scalp. I wouldn't have even noticed if I wasn't trying to pull her hair back in a pony tail and couldn't figure out why this one little section was sticking up and wouldn't go down. Then I looked a little closer. Then I asked her.... and of course she denied it, then she finally fessed up. But the story is still a little off. First she told Daddy that she didn't. Then she finally fessed up to me that she did. That she did it in school and her teacher Ms. Seema knew about it and she did it with the teachers scissors. When we asked the school about it they said no it didn't happen at school. Then later she told her dad that she got the idea from the above mentioned song. So we may never know what actually happened beyond the fact that she cut her hair. It could have been a lot worse. Let's just hope there is no more inspiration for wild and crazy songs, or we will have to stick to kiddy songs for her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><br /></span>Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-71633929498029727212013-05-27T14:58:00.000-05:002013-06-12T14:59:40.990-05:00Memorial Day<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My Dad passed away March 7, 2012. He was buried at Houston National Cemetery in Houston. I have not been back to his grave since the day we buried him. I even told my brother that I might never go. It's not something I like to do, I don't like to be sad and dwell on it. It's a personal choice. This memorial day I decided that I might want to go visit his grave and to put a flag on it and some flowers and a yellow ribbon. This year was the first year that the Houston cemetery was putting all the flags on the graves and having a big ceremony. It was a little nuts with all the people and really darn hot! But we made it. The Girlchick was really excited to go and put flowers on his grave and the flag and the ribbon. She was full of questions. Like why the yellow roses and not other pretty flowers. I told her it was because the first time I came to Houston to visit my dad when I was close to her age, my dad gave me a yellow rose as I was leaving to go back home. Why the flags? It's a symbol of our freedom as a country and a reminder of the service that our military men and women do for our country. It's a day to honor the ones that we have lost. So this year this was our honor.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">She had her <a href="http://oneplustwinsmommentary.blogspot.com/2013/04/kindergarten-testing.html" target="_blank">testing</a> done back in early April. I was worried with how she was going to do since the whole standardized testing is new to her and she struggled with the prep they did at school.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Well I should not have been worried. She nailed it. She beyond nailed it! She hit a grand slam with all the bases loaded and completely knocked it 100 yards over the fence!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">We got her test scores back. She was in the 99th percentile for everything except vocabulary. For that she was ranked in the 92nd percentile. She is only 6 after all - how much vocab can she actually have? How they do the ranking is by how many kids took the test around that same time nationally. So she is ranked pretty high on a national scale. They even have what they call a grade equivalent score - for most things she was 2.5 and higher, which means that she has understanding and doing work over and above 2nd grade. Her vocab was only a 1.9. But her word association was a 3.5 which completely blew me away. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">What I worry about now is if the public school gifted and talented program is going to be enough to keep her engaged and liking school. I talked to one of the first grade GT teachers at the school that she will attend. I have to say that I was not too impressed. Again. They follow the same curriculum as the regular first graders, but give them more comprehension work. Getting more into the stories and making sure they understand the full story and can go into details and explain it to someone else. Or like working with the clock and time - instead of just doing the face of the clock they go into 1/2 hours and 1/4 hours. Or they have them write full stories. This is all stuff that she is already doing. Plus when they test them they test to see what level they are at. The problem with that is if they test above a full grade higher they can't teach them at that level. They can only go 1 grade above. It's a district wide rule. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Darn it I knew she was too smart for her own good!</span>Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-4919177671812286692013-05-06T14:55:00.000-05:002013-05-14T15:09:21.138-05:00Nastiness<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I mentioned in the boys birthday post that Thing 1 wasn't feeling very good at their party. That night he ended up throwing up and started running a fever on Sunday. Sunday night it started to get really high, it was 103.8 with both Tylenol and Ibuprofen. I was worried that we were going to have to take him to the ER. The after hours nurse said told us that if it got higher than 104-105 that we needed to take him in. He had a rough night Sunday night and stayed in our bed with us in just his diaper. He started with the nasty diarreha on Sunday as well. It took almost 2 weeks for that to go away. I was hoping that it was just going to be him, but Thing 2 started with it on Tuesday and The Girlchick on Thursday. Both Nathan and I had some issues as well but it wasn't the vomiting part just the other stomach issues part. Thing 2 ended up having it a bit worse (but got over it a bit faster), he had a higher fever and eventually he ended up having to go to the ER since he had multiple occasions of blood in his stool. They tested both boys for all sorts of bacteria and it all came back negative (of course, when would they ever have a test result come back and say they have this, or that....... that would be never). Fast forward a few weeks and we are all finally healthy. It took awhile for it all to work itself out of everyone's systems. That was one nasty bug!</span><br />
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Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-7367742647484598012013-05-02T15:31:00.000-05:002013-05-14T15:33:25.954-05:00Things I love<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I love the hugs and kisses I get from the kids. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I love when I get home on Mondays that I'm greeted with very excited, happy to see me, can't wait to hug me kids.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I love it when we are sitting on the couch hanging out, the boys like to sit next me and be close or touching me in some way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I love it at night (after they have settled down) when we get ready for bed and do rocky bye. I love to just hold them and they snuggle up. They are getting to the age where they don't want to be held very often so I love that I still have this time with them to reconnect after not seeing them in the mornings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I love that The Girlchick is her own person and dresses how she wants to in what makes her feel pretty. Even if it doesn't match or isn't the coolest. But she is who she is and likes what she likes (she is constantly telling us this).</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It has been two years since I welcomed you both into the world and you have been full of surprises at every turn. Just like you started out the day you were created, you were a surprise then too. I have loved every minute of it. Well most of it. The chaos that now rules our house - some days I could go without. But I wouldn't change a thing. Every experience, every sweet little boy hug, every step, word and tears. Wouldn't change a thing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">You both have amazed me and scared me and I really do think that you have caused a lot of the gray hair I have recently discovered. But I love you both so much. I love to watch you discover and learn new things. I love to watch you play and be crazy. I love to see how you follow your big sister around like little ducks and listen when she reads you stories. I don't love it so much when you fight, it hurts my heart, but I know that it is mostly normal and hopefully as you get older it will get better. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">It's been an amazing 2 years, I can't wait to see what comes next. But let's slow it down a bit. I need more time to enjoy the moment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The boys had a nice celebration at the school on the Friday before their actual birthday. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">We also had a small Barnyard themed party for them at the house. I couldn't have pulled it off without the Gill family. Paula made all the labels for the food and did all the shopping for the decorations and Wayne helped us put it all together and blew up all the balloons for the find the piggies game (the piggies had escaped their pen and everyone had to chase them down and put them back in, silly piggies escaped several times!). The Girlchick at first thought that the purpose of the game was to pop as many of the piggies as possible and was pretty upset when we told her that wasn't the point. I think this game was the biggest hit of the party. Well that and the wagon hay rides where daddy was the horse. They had a lot of fun. Unfortunately Thing 1 started not feeling well that day and this ended up being the start of a nasty tummy bug. </span><br />
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Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-69673219741028865842013-04-16T14:38:00.000-05:002013-04-16T14:38:00.030-05:00Terrible 2's x 2<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I'm really not looking forward to this stage in their lives. The Girlchick had a bit of a rough time and still does. We already know they are hard headed, but the fits and screaming are already starting. The constant "I do it, I get it" to anything and everything can be a little frustrating. Like when they drop something on the floor during dinner, they immediately want to get out of their chairs and pick it up. I'm fine with them picking it up, I just want them to wait until dinner is over, but they don't understand this and want to do it right now. It's all about immediate satisfaction and has to be at that exact moment or all hell breaks loose! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So not looking forward to this stage. It was hard enough with just the one, now we have two at the same time, plus The Girlchick who still has her extreme moments of hardheaded stubborn willful boldness that are hard to deal with too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Just knock me out and call me in 2-3 years, I'm not sure I'm going to survive.</span><br />
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Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-63842940726269429202013-04-14T18:00:00.000-05:002013-05-16T10:00:27.685-05:00Work Picnic at the Houston Zoo<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My work had a family picnic at the Houston Zoo. It was a little crazy since it started right at the beginning of the boys naps. We decided to let them skip the nap and hope that they slept in the car on the way down there for a bit. Thing 2 was out pretty quick, but Thing 1 per his usual self didn't want to sleep and fell asleep 5 mins before we got there. They were so tired. But I think overall they still had a really good time, and for being as tired as they were they were really good until it was time to leave - then they had a huge meltdown! But that was to be expected.</span><br />
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Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-89445905629663385562013-04-12T13:33:00.000-05:002013-04-12T13:33:00.731-05:00Little Swinging boys ..... getting so big<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Their big sister taught them to swing on their belly's and they love it. We ended up taking out the baby swings and putting in the other regular swing and the glide swing. In truth we should just take out the glide swing and put in 3 regular swings. They are usually pretty good about taking turns between the 3 of them, but not always. </span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The boys still amaze me how big they are getting and what they catch on to. Last night at dinner I noticed that Thing 2 was using his fork to push his corn into his spoon so he didn't have to use his fingers. He only learned that by watching big sister. It's something that she does and we haven't tried to teach the boys that yet, so he got it by just watching her. </span><br />
<br />Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-81340935720771663902013-04-10T12:01:00.000-05:002013-04-10T12:01:00.384-05:00Random Thoughts<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">1. Usually we get the kids clothes ready the night before so it helps to make the mornings smoother for Nathan when he is on his own. The Girlchick will ask what the weather is going to be and usually dress accordingly. But what cracks me up is the way she lays out her clothes. She will lay them out on the floor in the middle of her room and you would think that it was placed on the floor to look like a person or where it would go on a person. But no - she puts it in a line on the floor in the order of which she puts it on. Undies first, then her shirt, then her pants then her socks and shoes. It took me a minute to figure out it wasn't random and her undies were always on her "head". But it fascinates me how her mind thinks sometimes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">2. In an update to her <a href="http://oneplustwinsmommentary.blogspot.com/2013/04/kindergarten-testing.html" target="_blank">kindergarten testing</a> - her teacher told Nathan on Friday that she did very well with the actual testing. She behaved very well and there weren't any issues at all. I'm very happy about this but a little surprised. I thought we would have at least one episode. Now we wait 1-3 weeks for the results! And you should be really asking why Nathan was at school with her on Friday. It was show and tell day and usually it relates to what they are working on in class which was the letter N. She decided that Nathan was a good letter N item to bring into school. :) It was fun for both of them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">3. I have been letting the boys hair grow out. I have spent more on their hair cuts than The Girlchick by a lot. Which is easy since she has only had 2 cuts and they were both free since we donated it to lochs of love. So what I have been doing is just cutting their bangs to keep it out of their eyes. It's not always perfectly straight, but it's not noticeable either. But this means their hair is getting pretty long int he back and I love how their cowlick's make it all fluffy and poofy in one spot. I love to run my fingers through it right in that area. I do this if they happen to be sitting on my lap just hanging out or when we do "rocky-bye" at bed time. Sometimes they don't let me do it and tell me "no Mama". But I try to do it whenever I can. So it really cracked me up at the dinner table the other night when Thing 1 started to do it to his own hair in the exact same spot in the same way. I thought it was hilarious.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">4. The other thing they have started copying is the way they give me kisses. I love to give them hugs and kisses, like I torture them since they are like - no mama and want to go play and I just want to love on them. So I usually have to stop them and I grab their face to hold them still and give them kisses on both cheeks. The first time Thing 2 did it to me I wasn't sure what he was trying to do but then when I didn't turn my head like he wanted so he could kiss my other cheek - he said "utter ide" which translates to other side. It's really funny to see what they pick up on and copy. I wasn't really aware of doing that until I was like - where did that come from and thought about how I usually kiss them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">5. Thing 1 is still on the smaller side and still about 2 lbs behind Thing 2. He has these little chicken legs that I just love and is always pulling at his pants to keep them up (I had to go buy some 12 month sized shorts since I thought that by this summer they would be too small and had donated them all). But he is funny how he will still curl up into the tiniest ball in the fetal position. He gets so small that it is really like he is a little baby still.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">6. They had their first argument last night with actual words that I understood. They fight all the time but it's usually just shouting no at each other or just screaming. But last night Thing 1 wanted daddy to do rocky-bye and Thing 2 wanted mommy to do it. It was funny to listen to them. Thing 1 kept asking "dada ocky-bye", and Thing 2 kept asking for Mama. Then they started to talk to each other - Thing 2 said - no, mama and Thing 1 said, no - dada. This went on for a few minutes. It was really cute.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">7. Thing 2 always shouts MAMA, MAMA, MAMA,MAMA - not matter what to get my attention. I thought it was because I ignore his first request or second request so I really tried to make sure I responded to him the first time he called for me or tried to get my attention. But no - he just likes to shout at me over and over.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">8. Thing 2 loves to sing. Doesn't matter what type of music or if he doesn't know the song or he makes up the song in his head. He just loves to sing. I've asked Nathan if he thinks he will be a singer when he grows up and he said no - he's too much like you and is probably tone deaf. I told him that wasn't funny.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">9. Now on to birthday planning. They turn 2 at the end of this month. What to do what to do. Trying to make sure not to spend too much money and keep it simple, but also make sure that The Girlchick realizes that they all get equal "stuff" (she gets it in her head at times that she gets more "stuff"). I think I need to do what the Hoy house does and do experiences instead of parties. But how and where to start with that?</span><br />
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Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-64197623279815068832013-04-08T15:32:00.000-05:002013-04-08T15:32:00.801-05:00Mommies Helpers<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Usually it's The Girlchick that is my biggest helper. But lately the boys have been wanting to get in on the act. I seem to remember this being the same age when The Girlchick really wanted to help. It's pretty funny that I can't go into the laundry room for anything without them trailing in after me saying "help mommy". They love to load the washer, unload the washer into the dryer and unload the dryer and take all the clothes to Daddy to fold. They love to help at this age. Be it carrying in a bag or just about anything from the car. They love to "help" cook too. Which usually means that they stand on a chair at the counter and watch me mix something. I'll let them help me stir or help me pour ingredients in. Stuff that they can actually do. But as long as you say come help mommy or daddy they will come running like nothing else. It is their life's mission right now to help. It's really sweet right now, but speaking from experience I know it won't last long.</span><br />
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Jamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595332393668184221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506183655921064448.post-79759003249258878812013-04-06T10:45:00.000-05:002013-04-06T10:45:00.363-05:00Boys go to the zoo<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">While we were buying a <a href="http://oneplustwinsmommentary.blogspot.com/2013/03/we-bought-cow.html" target="_blank">cow</a>. The boys were with GaGa and went to the zoo. They had a blast! They were so wound up that they didn't want to take a nap when she got them back to the house. They got to see all sorts of animals and the loved seeing the elephants. They even picked out baby elephants at the gift shop. She let them pick out anything that they wanted and that is what they picked.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Since they wouldn't nap they were pretty cranky that afternoon. I took them to the store and they were both asleep by the time we got to the end of the block. Thinking about it at that point made me think that putting them in the car wasn't such a good idea. Poor little guys were just so tired!</span><br />
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