tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750509627845117322024-02-07T05:57:14.565-05:00Nicolas and ChristianMom of Twins!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005067427761651943noreply@blogger.comBlogger201125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575050962784511732.post-33248561192764665742013-09-23T19:43:00.000-04:002013-09-23T19:43:51.423-04:00Kindegarten Ideas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
A lot of these I got off Pinterest but followed nicely with what we were working on. Site Words are huge and we have been doing them for probably about 6-7 months now but slowly until this summer where we really bumped up after talking to my sister in Boston on what she was doing with her son Peter who is the same age as the boys. Our goal was to be up to 50 words by the end of summer but through fun activities and play. One thing I did was take parts of the newspaper (and their preschool teacher did this too) and had them highlight certain site words. They loved this!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDk9EVwY6gOypbohSdtsr-BfX-y1jjdJoLyOiIZ_LZCVdVrXLHtP_lcUHdUb37JYjEYC_FUtQKzIjvPiZvJVPg1X_N4stFcF0Vs4CLPQV2eXHpgKAf8IGj6lRzCajluCTUt1pJfekrzHg/s1600/IMG_0286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDk9EVwY6gOypbohSdtsr-BfX-y1jjdJoLyOiIZ_LZCVdVrXLHtP_lcUHdUb37JYjEYC_FUtQKzIjvPiZvJVPg1X_N4stFcF0Vs4CLPQV2eXHpgKAf8IGj6lRzCajluCTUt1pJfekrzHg/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Today we took a "Thor super hero hammer" and smashed site word I called out. Boy did they love that one!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>This is a sweet prayer that is easy for kids to use when they are learning prayers and can use their hand to remember. Boys love this one and do it more at night.</strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>This one was cool I got off Pinterest for learning time. It was perfect because I was a crank ass on this raining Monday morning and I loved doing the Grouchy Lady Bugs voice when reading. W</strong><strong>hich made the boys laugh and stay engaged. </strong><br />
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<strong>Then I had the boys, make little clocks and a big clock and we had to match it to the animal in the book that the lady bug found. Then the important part was I also made them write the word out for which bug and color the bug. It shows me we still really have to work on writing our little letters!</strong><br />
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<strong>We started senses today which they pretty much know but since they have to work on their writing skills, I would call out one of the words below on the sheet and they would have to write which sense it was under the Senses photo, then I let them try to sound out that word and cross it off on the bottom. All and all, a good "morning" with school but afternoon turned into wild Mayhem (another story).</strong> <br />
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<br />Mom of Twins!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005067427761651943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575050962784511732.post-67997303302778426942013-09-23T19:18:00.000-04:002013-09-23T19:18:06.568-04:00Busy Boys!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Some of these photos are what really got me to homeschool when I saw how small of a snapshot of time we have with our little guys in their life! Especially these first 3 photo's there VPK teacher made for me for Mother's day! They were great ideas but really put it into perspective for me on all the things I used to do with them throughout the day as their teacher when they were ages 0-4/5 and how this year was so important to continue that healthy sweet foundation of prayer, morals and just pure love. We have so much more time now with family, relaxing and being productive when it is time to get down to work. </div>
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Rock Star Status! This kid love creating inventions and making things out of what we have to reach his goal. This one - A rocking Drummer! Ear plugs and all!<br />
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Well homeschooling is going great, although it is definitely a learning process and I have had to start acupuncture to help me keep my stress low! Somehow, having them stay home this year just feels natural. I think it is helping me because a lot of my friends (since the boys have known either from preschool or twins since they were babies) are doing it. Also, in Florida it is very main stream and "normal". </div>
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Probably what is the most annoying thing is when I see older people out at the stores and they have the compelling need to ask me these questions ALL THE TIME when they find out my kids are in Kindergarten and out with me during the "school day": </div>
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And with my confident <em>but fake smile</em> this is what I say: <strong>"No to all questions and I want to home school. I want to be with my</strong> <strong>kids".</strong> </div>
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<em><strong>* Okay, side note - My friend's with kiddos that go to school, <u>this is NOT a DIG, honestly</u>, I truly 100% know you want to be with your kids as much as I do! I know it whole-heartily and support your decision. </strong></em>I support a parents choice either way- 100%. I feel like you have to do what is best for your child, family. I am not a over the top extremist what-so-ever. I feel strongly about it for my kids but have no feelings of negative thoughts about other kids going to school. Just wanted to clarify that. Never in a million years did I think I would be homeschooling or have the patience to do it. </div>
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Staying home with the boys, I do get these annoying questions from people that are not open minded with this and my brain immediately wants to make my mouth start running and spewing out facts about homeschooling but instead I give a simple smile and think: 1.) Please stop asking about socialization unless you have researched this, if you know these boys, this is probably the least concern with all their friends, sports and family.</div>
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4.) Seriously, <strong>did you really just ask me about "Real life and them fitting in if they go back to school or the work place 24 years from now"? </strong> We only have today and have no clue what will happen tomorrow or in the future, only god knows this. So, no I am not worried in the littlest bit about 24 years from now or even next year if we change our mind. These guys get all crazy with me and on me at times but at school settings thus far the past 3 years, they have been great, excelled and listened. They are being educated and having a good moral foundation installed in their life so again no, currently have no worries.</div>
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However, what is super cool is all the mom's that ask me about it, they seem so interested in it and so supportive. Many say they want or wish they could do it. Now that I am entering this new world of home schooling, so many Mom's ( at least where we live) love hearing about it and some have doubts about it but they are truly interested in how it is going. I want to write more on this experience so I will be showing lots of photos, probably complaining but hopefully sharing that it is a great experience! Hopefully! </div>
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I also have high hopes that by showing our true experience with doing home school it will help other home school moms come up with ideas. I also have great hopes that it will maybe, just maybe break that old school of thought that kids and parents that home school are weird, not socialized, won't function in the real world, and won't fit into the workplace when they are adults. </div>
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But I am not going to paint a beautiful rainbow of how glorious and easy it is because I do get frustrated with the boys, my house is trashed which makes me insane because pre-kids I loved having a neat house, still work some nights and weekends, get burnout out at the end of the day, not sure how I have 10 piles of clean laundry in our extra bedroom and in front to the dryer (probably because I am doing this instead), I need breaks to regroup- I know that it is going to be a fun year of good memories (thankfully I have a supportive husband, a mother in law who is helping so much with giving me breaks to rejuvenate my brain, we have family and friends who are open to it and do not judging us). It's almost like when the boys were little and I was trying to figure out how to raise twins and the insanity of it. </div>
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It is only taking us about 1-2 hours each morning to get our work done that is done in a 7 hour school day and this includes a week of math, reading, writing, spanish, science, computers, social studies (kind of), art and bible study. This is great it only takes a short time and I can focus on each of the boys as they need it. As a new "teacher" it was hard this summer but we already have 75 days into it out of 180 days of a school year since we were able to legally start in July. It's crazy right!!!???? I have no clue if I will keep doing this, I am taking it year by year, hell 6 months at a time. We are hoping at some point to have them enrolled at a small Christian school near us, but who knows.</div>
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So to all the homeschoolers out there, as a new mommy doing it, when you get frustrated, remember we have to be easy on ourselves and take it day by day. That is one of the largest lesson's I have learned so far from friends that have been doing it and it makes for a much more happy learning experience and day! Here are some photos so far!</div>
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We go to gyms with their friends!</div>
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They see their old buddies after school a lot!</div>
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Teaching them state standards and moral values.</div>
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Learning about money and time!</div>
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Science and learning how clouds hold water. Using shaving cream on water and food dye on top. Watching it drip! </div>
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Playing lots of sports :Lacrosse, golf lessons, ice skating (towards hockey), and karate.<br />
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Learning how to help and be part of our household </div>
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Learning our address with zip (the zip is what we had and have to learn! Which turned out like dark haunted houses and trees. They had to write it out, make a street with houses and address. Make a fun tree and house. </div>
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Going to new places - GIGI's cupcakes after their friends got out of public schools. ..Well maybe the moms wanted to specifically try this new place.</div>
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Playing with site words on Ipods as little love bugs.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here we go! Kindergarten for the boys and I am homeschooling! What a special year, although I have been crying all summer about it (not that we are homeschooling and I will be in a straight jacket) but weepy because these little guys are going from the sweet little preschoolers to school kids. We are so excited, although I am slightly nervous about being able to teach them grammar, especially <strong>when all our first day photo's I spelled "KINDERGARTEN" wrong</strong>! Ken says I need to cap the homeschooling thing at 1st grade! Lol! We are 2 days into it and so far so good. It is fun putting everything together but let me tell you the compromise: A VERY MESSY HOUSE - VERY! Which I can not stand, in fact it makes me crazy. This is going to be the part I have to accept and know a messy house is a very good trade for spending quality time with my little munchkins!</span> </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I made Class of 2026 Adult T-Shirts to have them try on each year when school starts and watch them grow into the shirts~</span></div>
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<br />Mom of Twins!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005067427761651943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575050962784511732.post-40186474397226369672013-06-27T15:50:00.001-04:002013-06-27T15:50:44.912-04:00Graduation Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can't believe these little men are now going into Kindergarten and that it is summer already! We have all had so many mixed emotions of not seeing our buddies at school and teachers everyday. Seeing their graduation was so cute and I kept flash forwarding to 13 years, and I am just so happy we decided to home school to hold onto this time in their life a little longer. The insanity has already began with the boys fighting, the house being a mess but I am going to try again this summer to really focus on these guys and not worry about all the daily distractions that can easily consume me. It's going to be a summer of the beach, pool, friends, family, golf camps, karate, ice cream and hopefully lots of fun, as long as I can get this fighting between them to CEASE! Here are a few photo's of the past few weeks. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hopefully a summer of rainbows, like this one that Christian is under and didn't even know it!</td></tr>
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Mom of Twins!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005067427761651943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575050962784511732.post-53053164618086348792013-05-23T22:15:00.002-04:002013-05-23T22:15:24.496-04:00Starting Over!I am officially going to start blogging again so that I can continue to create memories down the road and be able to cherish all these moments! I stopped blogging most of this year basically because I have been focusing most of my energies on work while the boys were at preschool everyday. They graduate VPK in 2 weeks and then <strong><u>they will officially be Kindergartner's</u></strong>!!! WHERE DID TIME GO!!! When I look back at this blog from 2-3 years ago I laugh so hard at all the changes and things we went through as parents of twins! Well, we will be entering a new chapter of our life because I have made the decision to home school the boys for Kindergarten and possibly 1st grade until we can get them into the small Christian school we want them to go to. It is deeply in our hearts for them to be there and we have been praying about it continuously, so this is where we are in our life. Thankfully, home school is so much more main streamed, especially here in Florida because the schools aren't the best here unfortunately. I am a little nervous but SO EXCITED! It seems a lot of our friends are doing this so that gives me the extra support I need and socialization. But yes, I am back to blogging- yes! yes! yes!!! Mom of Twins!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005067427761651943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575050962784511732.post-12045845867167890332012-10-18T22:49:00.000-04:002012-10-18T22:49:23.473-04:00Satisfaction..Would It Be Energy? <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I remember when I used to write this blog in the beginning, I would always write the funny, the frustrating and the insanity that truly comes from having kids at the same developmental age..AKA..twins. I have always been real, not fluffy but hey this is who we are. This is our life. Well, our life is changing ALOT. </div>
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Ken has started his new Medical Real Estate Firm,boys are in school everyday, I have work, a household to manage and of course the continuous role of shaping my children's way of thinking. A few Sunday's ago was my <strong><em>"insane"</em></strong> day- literally. I have one of these days about every 2-3 months. <strong>Yes insane</strong>, when I took a big breath and out came the wicked witch of the west or maybe even the exorcist. Thankfully, I used to be a therapist and have had enough counseling in my life to first say to Ken..."Can I just vent and its going to be a LONG one AND I don't want you to fix it, I just need to get it off my chest loudly". He knows what that means now after 12 years. So he intently looked at me with his hands crossed and said, "Sure, but you know I like to fix things". Me:"Don't fix things just let me get it off my chest". </div>
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Now that the boys are in school, I have had countless number of people say, "Oh..you must love the break, you must be getting so much done, you must feel so rested, do you go to the pool, you must just love it". Yeah realty check people. Please don't say that to me. I guess during my vent session I was thinking, I just don't want the boys to be cursed with this sleeping feeling/exhaustion I have always had since I was 18. It sucks. P.E.R.I.O.D</div>
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Okay.. reality check. I vented. It is over. Being a fabulous Mama is work that never ends. </div>
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Dreams are fabulous and I encourage it, we embrace it in this house in fact. Staying home with the boys has been one of those things fabulous dreams we made work . Yes, we were initially terrified because I probably needed to have a full time salary, I had to cut down on alot and we made a ton of sacrifices but thankfully I was able to mold a small business that has allowed me to be with them. I will always hold that dear to my heart that I got to share all the insanity moments with them and still do. Like sitting down at lunch last week. Looking into those sweet eyes as they both talked non-stop about who they played with at school, who they sat next too. I just looked at them in mid sentence as I was about to get frustrated that they were not eating, I just took a breath and thought how lucky and blessed am I. I gazed out the window and saw the weeds in the yard but then I looked at them and had an overwhelming feeling a gratitude again. Of course, I did end up telling them 100X to eat, there was no escaping that but I did it with a smile instead of my grump face. Or this week, Nicolas has the flu and I didn't worry about having to be anywhere but here with him. Yes, I am stir crazy right now being trapped in a germ fest with no break but I am here. I have to keep reminding myself of that or my vent session might come out early..lol! </div>
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My girlfriend said something pretty enlightening to me which holds so true. To help your children have a successful journey in life you have to "Fill Their Cups" full. Full enough so that there is no room for others to fill it with garbage and to fill it with love so that their little brains learn not to allow what others say if negative to affect who they are as a person, and to not especially self doubt themselves.<br />
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Now, this is not to say that there is a way to mold your kids to have a perfect life. <strong>NOWAY</strong>. It is more about learning to teach our kids how to handle things when life throws them negative circumstances and they can talk about it openly without shame, guilt and feel confident. Things we have learned throughout our life (although some of mine I definately do not want them to know). One way that I think we can fill their cup of love is by listening to them, trying to understand their needs, be present for them, ask questions and help them process things when life does through them a ball of obstacles. Like we already had to help them with so many things these past 4 years (including a fight between them over who's girlfriend it was..yes at 4 1/2) . Just like in my vent session this weekend. I asked Ken to just be present and just listen, just let me vent and be understood. Well, as a parent you know this is hard to do all the time when you have little kids. They can suck the life out of you in a flash. In a moments notice -purely drain your cup but if you practice and remember this age is so precious and keep practicing it, get that sweet thought in there, it does get easier. It's not easy but you can be present. Like my continious goal of not checking my phone for text or emails or facebook when they are in my presence. It still is hard and Ken busts me all the time standing in the laundry room or squating behind the cabinet to see what just "DINGED" on my phone. I try to never be on the phone when I pick them up from school or on the way there. I try SO HARD not to ever do this unless I have to catch someone that I need to let know something of relevance. As my friends have all heard my line, "I'm bringing kids in- call you back in a few". <br />
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I am working on to "fill my cup" and to teach the boys. To keep their cup filled so that if or when someone makes a dig at them later in life, they know that it isn't about them, it must be something that person is going through. </div>
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I know so many people who chase that money, who chase power, chase what people will think of them, chase status but still deep inside are never satisfied. In all honesty...we all chase something at some point in our life. I chase the dream of a lawn person...just joking, I used to chase a dream of stability. For many reasons. I have continually worked on this but now I know how to stop when that wicked thought creeps in and say..lets just be real. And if something triggers like <u>my weeds in the backyard</u>, I have to acknowledge it and every few months have to have a good 'ol vent. But I have learned, to stop and say..what is important right now, what is satisfying my soul. <br />
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One cool thing.....where I said above that I want to "fill the boys cup so full, enough so that there is no room for their filters in their brain to shut down and allow what others say something negative to them..for them to self doubt themselves". We are doing it. I am slowly seeing the results of our efforts in small, suddle ways.</div>
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I saw it in a small, very kind gesture from Christian. We have taught them that when they are on a playground, make sure you ask the kids first if they want to play "Super Heros" with you before you go roaring and growling in there face. Which they tend to do. I also shared with them, please don't take it personal if they say no. That just means they don't want play it or with you. It's not a big deal, it would be like if you didn't want to sit down and play legos in the middle of a park. They got it. Well, Friday I saw Christian running after his girlfriend. She turned and said "Christian, I don't want to play that now. Stop." He just simply said "Okay" and smiled and went off running with the other kids.</div>
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My heart soared. <strong>So screw these darn weeds in my yard....</strong>my boys are satisfied and showing signs of gaining continually love and confidence. This is where I want to be - right now in the moment.</div>
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I haven't blogged in awhile because I was soaking in every moment with the boys this past summer. I knew that having twins for the summer would probably be busier than ever and possibly insane. But boy was I ever so wrong! Boys are in school everyday this year, and with naptime I don't get to see them as much. I really felt I needed to blog since the boys have officially started school everyday. It has been tough for so many reasons, on so many different levels. I just feel like time is slipping by way to fast and I find myself running into their room at night before I go to bed and just sitting with them, praying over them and wishing them the most heartfelt blessings upon their new journey. I find myself taking less pictures of them because I want to be in the moment. <br />
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Ken and I feel more and more excited to see them after nap time and greet them with big hugs and smiles. Now don't get me wrong we always have but we have always wanted a bigger break to "regroup". I still get annoyed, frustrated and tired with all the fighting between them. But, when those feeling start to boil inside, I try to step back, hold my tongue before I say anything so that I am more calm which is VERY HARD when you want to yell - JUST STOP IT!!! <br />
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The time to truly be in the moment with them is paying off. The other night, I found my old journal that I kept from age 5- 20 years of age. At dinner, we sat as a family and read parts of it, especially the first 2 years of my journaling from ages 5-6 and the boys decided they wanted to do this. Last week, they surprised me because daddy had helped them journal and my heart was filled with happiness when they read me their first journal entry. It was so simple but made me realize how much we of a difference we are making in their life. I know they love me, cherish me but I never realized how much they appreciate the extras we do. Nicolos's journal entry said: "My Mom is the BEST teacher , cool foalapan" - whatever that last part meant, not so sure. Probably because my journal entry that I read to them talked about me loving my school. Christians said" Good, cool, I love my teacher". I though hummm. I asked- which teacher Christian- Lora or Cassidy? He gave me that charming smile he has and said -YOU MOM, I LOVE YOU, YOUR MY TEACHER!!!<br />
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Their little waddles in the sand walking down the beach.<br />
Watching both of you become closer and closer as best friends.<br />
Jumping the waves together at the beach.<br />
Their picnics with friends.<br />
Planting our herbs...which didnt work..<br />
Home Depot Building Projects<br />
Both learning to swim and probably my most favorite...all of us going under water holding hands in the pool and seeing <strong><em>their pure joy smiling under water.</em></strong><br />
Swimming..swimming and swimming.<br />
Seeing a seagull swoop down and snatch a sandwich from Christians hand.<br />
Sprinklers, slip-in-slides, museums.<br />
Seeing them smile when they found caterpillars slowing crawling, trying to count a million legs on it.<br />
Running around carefree in their batman /superman capes.<br />
Helping both of you learn to cope with the lose of our doggie Rocky, it sucked but I think you learned to appreciate things more.<br />
Letting you baking/decorate your own cupcakes on a whim when you asked in the car and we just stopped, got the materials and did it! <br />
Excitement of seeing the boat races.<br />
Tracing my body in chalk, having the most decorated driveway of chalk in Lakewood Ranch (surprised we didnt get a fine)!<br />
Fishing, catching and touching your fish.<br />
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Seeing you so proudly carry your golf clubs although it basically weighed as much as you but so determined.<br />
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<strong><em>And of course their CAREFREE Laugh and Spirit.</em></strong><br />
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My encouragement to all my girlfriends with kids that are 3 that say " 3 is so much harder than 2", trust me please please please...4 is AWESOME, 4 is AMAZING, 4 is EASIER!! As most of you have said, you don't understand why 3 is so much harder than 2. I think it is because they are trying so hard for independence and going through a rapid emotional change in their brain. It happens at 4 but it is different, I can't put my finger on it but it is better. Better than you can ever imagine.<br />
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Now that I wrote all the positive....I still have my BEAR GRRRRR moments, I will not be unrealistic but it is less than the past few years. <br />
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Ken is probably reading this saying...."Wait is this really my wife" but yes dear...it is because inside of me "that internal turmoil" of what I used to always say I felt, how hard it was with twins was really only about 80% of what you saw. Now, I feel 10 times stronger 10 times less stressed. Maybe as good as what we always say in this house, I feel "Infinity and Beyond" good because I know I did my best as their mom this summer, committing to a "Hands Free" summer while the boys were present with me! I did it! I was present to them, I felt alive and I felt pure joy with them. Even though I would hide behind our kitchen counter while they watched a show to quickly jump on Facebook, Email or Instagram but I hardly did it when they were present in the room with me. Yipee! A big goal accomplished....now to get through the feelings of them in school each day..GULP DOUBLE GULP!!Mom of Twins!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005067427761651943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575050962784511732.post-21337108352330001472012-07-16T10:38:00.001-04:002012-07-16T10:39:19.572-04:00Preschool Learning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I have been missing in action for several reasons...mainly boys have been out of preschool since June 5th so I have been trying to really absorb all the fun and explore different things we can do the past 6 weeks because my little babies are going to be in school EVERYDAY next year from 9-12 which causes me anxiety just thinking about it. On the otherside of it, I get nutz alittle without a break!! However, I am going to miss all the little things we do in the mornings and over the past 4 years of their sweet little life. I try to remind myself, especially during their whining attacks and fighting over toys that put me over the edge!! </div>
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They still take naps so I am hoping a few of those days we will skip naps depending on how tired they are so we can go have afternoon fun once school starts! I know I will also love the break but 5 days!! Holy cow..to much for mommy away from me!! I only have 5 more weeks left and I want to incorporate "some" structured learning to get them ready for the basics of their school (the 4 year old class). Last summer I wanted to spend alittle time teaching them the basics of what to expect when started school and I am now starting it again. Things such as circle time (sit on mat while I read 3 short books: one on a verse from kids bible, something fun and something like opposites/numbers..etc.) calendar charts, numbers/ counting /, cutting and site words <strong><u>without </u>cramming it down their throats </strong>as well as creative playing. I think it helped them last year be less anxious when school started and I think it made it easier for them to learn. Now don't, get me wrong..I do this in small chunks of time because I would be rather out doing activities out of the house. So I wanted to post a few ideas for my friends that were asking about ideas. I know they probably look lame but the boys love it. I just took the basics and expanded on it. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong> <em>for the love of God!!</em> </strong> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I put the boys in vacation bible school camp this week, which I am volunteering in their class as a Crew leader. I try to keep the kids engaged, interested and happy. Let's just say the word CRAZY TOWN with 28 - 3/4 year olds!! Boys loved it but mommy is beat! Within 5 minutes of getting there, I got kicked in the gut by a BIG boy (about 50 lbs for a 4 year old), then <strong>he proceeded to say that I ate to much bubble gum and was fat from it!! YES FAT!!</strong> Then he sneared at me with a evil eye and said it again with a nice kick. He wanted his mom, which I completely understand but FAT?? Really?? Yeah, not really wanting to cook tonight....</span></div>Mom of Twins!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005067427761651943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575050962784511732.post-68250843161894633352012-06-02T16:23:00.003-04:002012-06-02T16:39:06.755-04:00Christian<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Ps...side note-Ken just walked by me and said "It's awefully easy taking care of them, they sleep most of the day and play so nicely in the morning..... (with a snicker). <em>OH Please!!</em><br />
They are always so good for daddy when he watches them while mommy works.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ever feel this way? Around 8:30 am this starts or around 4:45 (exactly) this starts! I know all you moms can relate to this one!</span>Mom of Twins!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005067427761651943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575050962784511732.post-42478476857423635312012-05-21T16:05:00.002-04:002012-05-21T16:13:49.381-04:00Words You Don't Want To Hear With Twins<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today we had our traditional Monday 'PJ' day after a very active weekend. We just lounged around the house and spent time today reading, eating and playing. I don't know what got into me but I decided to let the boys play with shaving cream. After they covered with themselves with it, I went to turn on the bath. Within seconds of leaving the room I hear<strong>..."GO"</strong> then laughter. Literally, one minute! I walked into a kitchen of shaving cream on the counters, floor, cabinets, rugs. So, naturally I had to join in the fun. Then later in the morning I heard them saying " <strong>LET'S BOX"!</strong> I don't even know where they got that from but I walked into the living room and they were literally <strong>BOXING!!!</strong> They were laughing but 'boy oh boy' were they wrestling and hitting their stomachs, faces..etc. I almost had a heart attack. Something you never want to hear from your twin boys that are only 4!!! <br />
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<strong>This is what it ended up in...a war of shaving cream, so naturally I had to join in!! Ken's mom came over and said.."Is that shaving cream on your curtains"???? Yep!!</strong><br />
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Hope you are having one of these fun-filled confident days! Ready to take the world on. I know this house is rocking with action.Mom of Twins!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005067427761651943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575050962784511732.post-70618337587885655322012-05-15T18:04:00.000-04:002012-05-15T19:05:17.069-04:00Lou - LouAs almost every blog starts off, I should be working since boys are sleeping and I am backlogged with resumes. Sick again~ go figure. It seems when I get sick, I get overwhelmed with it all and so emotional.<br />
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Well, today it has been especially hard because I realized that in approximately 2 1/2 weeks one of my biggest, strongest, most influential people in my life is leaving and I am so heart broken. Lou, who has helped with the boys for years, who has been my neighbor, who the boys think is their grandma is moving to CA. It is like a pit formed in my stomach and is stuck. She has taught me so many things about faith, love and respecting others. I truly feel the boys are 1/2 as smart as they are because of the tools she gave me in teaching them. As a former Kindergarten teacher who is so nurturing, she just loved trying to give me tools and songs to teach the boys that I still use today. <br />
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She has been my rock in all areas of my life when I felt things were getting to hard to do, when I doubted myself, she just listened unconditionally with no judgement and would pray with me. She prayed over the boys when they were the sickest with RSV and she always blesses them each time she sees them with her quiet prayers. It's funny, because I know she wouldn't want me to panic that she is leaving, she would want me to rely on my faith but I have that panic feeling. Your probably thinking what is this...right? <br />
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Well, she has helped me get some of the darkest moments that have occurred over the past few years whether it was about my family or just on days I didn't want to get out of bed. She was there. She would come over and just help me breath. She used to watch the boys 10 hours a week for about a year and half, then she was offered a wonderful job with my friend to nanny for them 4 days, so I was still able to have her come over on Fridays. I looked forward to seeing her with that smile and huge hug. Then when school started it was whenever she could or when I needed her the most. Or she would just do it because she missed us. If she sensed I was stressed, I was so blessed because she just had those words or would just say..."Let me meet you at the doctors to help you with the boys at their appt". <br />
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Probably, the biggest thing she did which I will forever be grateful is she taught my boys that Jesus lives in their hearts. She taught me "how" - meaning the words to teach young kids.<br />
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It is like having a security blanket in your life in a simple way of explaining it. Does that make sense? For all of you who are super close to someone, you get it. You get the pain it is to see them leave. It is so painful to know the boys will not be able to see her and they will ask "Where is Lou-Lou." Now if they ask, I just call her up and say when are we doing something. <br />
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I just have so many words to express to you Lou! I don't know where to start. You have been my mentor, my friend, my sister, one of the boys grandma, you have helped Ken and I face some scary things and I will never ever let the boys forget you!!! You helped hold these crying babies for that entire week when they had RSV, hours after hours and you refused to leave my side until someone else was here to help them. When Ken was gone that weekend and Christian was so sick, you just came over without me having to ask and rocked Christian and soothed him after he was crying for hours and I didn't know what to do. You have given so much of yourself to our family for only one reason, you love us. You love us unconditionally.<br />
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I hope you too know just how much all four of us love you. Tears stream down my cheek as I write this because it hurts your leaving. I am going to miss you so so much. You have helped keep me grounded when I didn't know I could be, giving me the confidence to be such a strong, confident mother that I am. You've helped me become confident in my choices with the boys and confident in the way I am raising them and I love you so much for that. The only words I want to REALLY say is <u><strong>"Please don't go"!! </strong></u>So...for now, for this moment in my life, I am sad but I am also counting my blessings that God did put you in my life for a reason and you will always be in my life.<br />
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As Ken and I were finalizing the decorations for the party (I was cutting and pasting Superman Logos to the dangle things for the ceiling), I was feeling all proud of what we accomplished and he said, <strong>"Wow this looks like a homemade party".</strong> As you can imagine my eyebrows raised and I yelped...."WHAT"? "What does that mean, is that bad, is it cheesy". Quickly, he came back with a nice comeback and said, "No, I don't mean it bad, I just mean homemade, lots of love has gone into this". Oh.....</div>
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I would have to say that it was and it was wonderful. This year was probably the best birthday for all of us. It was special because it was <strong>a group family effort</strong> to decorate the party to surprise the boys and it was so worth it to see their joy..and all the kids. My mom flew here to surprise me last week for my 40th birthday and she was so sweet to help me make 30 capes as gift favors for the kids. She cut most of them and sewed, I cut and glued and Ken cut all the hard pieces like the "S" and diamonds. They were a hit and it was so sweet to see them flying around the party with their capes. Side note...I ruined our kitchen table because of the glue...yikes..not so happy about that one.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn1ofM3W5Ak5yiHH8eioNqNfNEM4XYIbF-amFbYEtY2Wp6Pzlc2N6pv78Yj7uPpyp-uzM1BefssF4YzQ3r3OVJr304KdfzfH4IQXpBjwJpp5y-rKlMIPKQYiqIqNzNLO1C4XCtknwkxIo/s1600/130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn1ofM3W5Ak5yiHH8eioNqNfNEM4XYIbF-amFbYEtY2Wp6Pzlc2N6pv78Yj7uPpyp-uzM1BefssF4YzQ3r3OVJr304KdfzfH4IQXpBjwJpp5y-rKlMIPKQYiqIqNzNLO1C4XCtknwkxIo/s320/130.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
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Ken's mom made the most adorable, beautiful cakes for the boys. Each year she has always made the most special cakes, their very own cakes, as well as one sheet cake for the guests. This year the boys requested a "Batman Lego and Superman Lego" so she did it! GORGEOUS and so creative. Everyone kept asking "Where did you buy these, they are delicious"....I felt so proud to say Ken's mom did them. We had a hard time keeping all the kids away from it prior because they wanted to touch it and play with it which was hysterical in itself. We had a guard on duty most of the party..lol!! </div>
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Then Christian and Nicolas helped me color and cut the little capes / masks for the lolly pops which was cool, although a pain in the ass to tape to each one.</div>
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I have to say, I love having parties for the boys. I think because I get so sentimental and I remember what we went through before we received these boys from God, the most precious gift God can give parents and the fact God trusted me with 2 of them at once...well you better believe we are going to celebrate them! EVERY YEAR! Even if it is a homemade party. Whether at a pool, backyard or our crowded house, we are going to celebrate their life and love with all the people who have been part of their life, who love them, who have helped us as parents and all their new friends that they are making. I was sharing with my girlfriend Vanessa, I am just so glad that they are 4 and they will remember it because this is a memory I want them to cherish forever. </div>
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All-in-All this party will go down in the books as one of the best ones yet, one of the most special <strong><u>"homemade"</u></strong> parties!!! </div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZHh6f8K4YfKFNRPX6f5Myx0R44P8MBIIp8QqOEgjO0FEngOgaX81lb4oapUv99jWPWgwpxzRZTmjVfdAdmVix4kEV7-5gvOgTx6PROGDhohSYDDisS_TFNS9IKeA_Csy1Eklso2FH1lU/s1600/172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZHh6f8K4YfKFNRPX6f5Myx0R44P8MBIIp8QqOEgjO0FEngOgaX81lb4oapUv99jWPWgwpxzRZTmjVfdAdmVix4kEV7-5gvOgTx6PROGDhohSYDDisS_TFNS9IKeA_Csy1Eklso2FH1lU/s320/172.JPG" width="320" /></a>Mom of Twins!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005067427761651943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575050962784511732.post-85474884649206943482012-04-05T06:41:00.016-04:002012-04-18T09:54:18.780-04:00Orlando<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0NbxxJzWB53ktowu0-S0PzNgor9B0yAOqSbWmRlq4iF_T1htuXSzl8L5eejR2TtnWNBhboSr2WqnDgdljzqA62b7jpGSOQzv9vspiXUXo2ZyBosEEbrpVEtcxdWmQYolwBpK3XGS31DY/s1600/3+.5+years+old+157.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732732976255804786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0NbxxJzWB53ktowu0-S0PzNgor9B0yAOqSbWmRlq4iF_T1htuXSzl8L5eejR2TtnWNBhboSr2WqnDgdljzqA62b7jpGSOQzv9vspiXUXo2ZyBosEEbrpVEtcxdWmQYolwBpK3XGS31DY/s400/3+.5+years+old+157.JPG" /></a><div><div><div><div><div>I meant to blog this vacation 2 months ago but I have no idea where time has gone. Since this vacation in Orlando, my sister came into town last week for Easter with her 4 boys. Talk about <strong><em>CRAZY TOWN of 6 boys in one location but we already miss them like crazy and hate they live so far away .</em></strong> Right now at this age, it is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">definitely</span> getting easier to take them on trips by myself which I am really enjoying and look forward to doing it throughout the summer visiting my Aunt in Orlando. I am getting to love Orlando because of the the whole getting away, small vacation thing going on. So, I thought I would put some photos up of our vacation from Feb in Orlando with one of my oldest friends friends that I have known since 5<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> grade. We were there solo with our kids and spent a week with her sweet little kiddos- full of good times and lots of laughs. You would think being with 4 kids at once was insane but ironically somehow it was not and was blissful. Yes, did I really say Blissful?? </div><div> </div><div>I think the funniest part of the whole trip was the fact we kept looking at each other saying " Are we seriously moms" thinking of all the crazy, irresponsible shit we have done during our youth AND not so youth. It was nice because we didn't have to leave the resort (meaning no loading and unloading the kids, scrambling to get out the door). Lots of swimming, mini golf and chill time. We will all have one forever memory of the trip- my child had the BIGGEST MELTDOWN EVER! "King of Kings" here. I am talking leaving you with shaky hands ! I think I could write a whole blog on that one! Let me tell you, as your kids get older, the MELTDOWNS get bigger! One of the fabulous little "tricky" things I did outside of the MELTDOWN was tell all the kids that to go in the "lazy river" we have to be <strong>QUIET</strong> and just float. Yep, they all listened to this, o we SPENT <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">a lot</span> of quiet time floating in the lazy river. It was hysterical to see them floating. Since I can not figure out how to blog anymore with tags above the photo's here are a few things we did:</div><p>Pet a alligator</p><p>Went to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Dinosaur</span> World on our way home (LAME) to break up the trip</p><div>Lots of Mini Golf (with 3/4 year <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">olds</span> you can get through a game in 10 minutes because they all bang it out at once)</div><div> </div><div>Crafts</div><div> </div><div>Walks (boys thinking the sprouts of water in lakes a whale or trying to determine).</div><div> </div><div>Lazy River- most important because RELAXING.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center">Here is a photo of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bradyn</span> and Christian with a gator<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732732501131732418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjszyAD4vQoA-la2rqvVwjBA8y-iFAzV_P_m_efiGjC-Cdy_ssd4sg_mOIoQFM5ltdC8L5UK6R7zvUcWKJfjZr6CFGeRwF189fTtlkgXaSbEBX3QjZtS91mnGQ7uJg9sLbi0m520Ob_Eug/s400/3+.5+years+old+160.JPG" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730831530011558370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCEb0IFyb-73aoEfZUWXqX2oAEw1gsPz27_cPw5v01XuSvKNkUMrlJoY0O7ZA8ELa4KX_seyq_AXpgjN7uEHz9MbxDO8SOG2IJmcYQBlBsbjRuy6Nc38J_uCaGpna_U-IybiOc8XA5wY/s400/3+.5+years+old+041.JPG" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730831507633717090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW-oQmA6u7iLk0b63uZYHk0U30DCNGhlUxBLgLHH9GD0HGTiZyI4k6mDFaeEinAblX4X0RkqWR6cnQ7O3mREztvg0h_8YX2TDaffva7fACLeVU6HLdx5iKpKD9l0oApsOOw_s1_gUVx00/s400/3+.5+years+old+014.JPG" /></div></div></div></div></div>Mom of Twins!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005067427761651943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575050962784511732.post-9446371869202035542012-03-26T22:27:00.003-04:002012-03-26T22:29:55.259-04:00BloggingI just have to say I hate when I blog and I put spaces between paragraphs like the blog below and it will not <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">separate</span>...Drives me nuts. Something is up with this blog because I can never format it write, making it harder to read. Sorry about that!Mom of Twins!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005067427761651943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575050962784511732.post-56021451013510816122012-03-26T21:22:00.007-04:002012-03-26T22:27:27.126-04:00Licking Cans<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0BmyhPzARoomOIxzXvnTjgp_AtLaxzUkfYVkQuC7YD1rI0zZst008sdWos6fHk3HyXevK1o4Dg9Ym9hP4j5YTQ1I363DvaCFsN9a_ksIlXCLSX1-8PhQwGXrjmtXGXYdn-8pYZFNX09E/s1600/006.JPG"></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6XgLdNRrfxfgQ-XfjXelR387eO891AsJuR2iDOYCYMDYUR1a3AwC6ADdzGWJZuBhtALaNWxmA3RK3VjrvebSAXn5CRRwrJFFbS7PnZKmbJwZdDWqwiBkSJViVzsoP4mEoxgnEauaYLEI/s1600/041.JPG"></a><div><div>I met a lady with a set of 1 year old twins and she also had another child that was 4. We immediately started talking and she asked the dreaded question that ALL <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">MOM'S</span> of young twins ask of other moms with twins: "Does it get easier"? I really did a long pause, she must of thought I was a fruitcake but I remember when I always asked other moms who had 4, 5, 6 year old twins because I thought they have been through it and their kids were still young enough they would remember what it was like. I am talking about a 2 minute or so pause...a LONG SILENT WEIRD MOMENT Pause. </div><div> </div><div>Then I pulled myself back from the flashbacks of good and hell at that age of 1. All the sweetness, all the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">lovable</span> little things kids do at that age but I couldn't break the pause. I couldn't break it because I had a VERY VIVID MEMORY, a recent image of a recent trip to the public bathroom as the 3 of us were crammed into a stall. The whole time me saying "Don't do that, stop, what are you doing, come on guys that is gross, if I get to the count of 3 your not getting...". </div><div> </div><div>Well, after a very weird uncomfortable pause, I could tell she was on a cliff hanger..just waiting to hear what I would say and all I could muster up was "Ya know, it certainly does in so many ways, but to be honest with you it comes and goes in phases, but going to the public restrooms at this age sucks". All I could think about was how taking twins to a public restroom now at this age SUCKS when one is licking the freaking tampon garbage can, the other is pushing/pulling any button in the stall, picking under the stall at their neighbor, saying very <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">embarrassing</span> things, opening the door on me when I need privacy. I have no idea why the heck that vision came to my head when she asked me. </div><div> </div><div>Then I quickly regrouped (again another weird pause) ."Okay, yes it gets easier, it is so much fun watching them play together, it is so much fun that you don't have to chase both of them in different directions at parks now, it is so much fun going places with them and easier physically.</div><div> </div><div>Side note...this photo (yes again they are in PJ's) Christian helped Nicolas with something and Nicolas ran over to him to give him a big bear hug on his own. <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724397191901500050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSfl4lRgFugflD2UakRz6qne5VcNS6MWC_nN976WawoS4I189knLXmJciid4k1TpP5YcOuneN2k5F8poedrdFqvJl5cX9IUS0hAIw2VbRMbcVL52BthfttKSXuGlswLUKryO0xp4kcADc/s400/006.JPG" /></div><div> Back to my story:</div><div> </div><div> Thankfully, I saw my girlfriend walking up to us who has twins the same age and I decided to pass it over to her. I said to the lady..."Oh here comes my friend, she will tell you what it is like ( knowing that my girlfriends twins are very similar to my guys and she knows the joys of it and knows the hard parts of it) . Knowing my girlfriend gets desperate like me when we are dealing with a specific problem that comes up with kids the same age (Basically the fighting / tantrums) and knowing she had a shitty day yesterday with her kids fighting I thought for sure she would have that same pause..... Nope. Not at all. I looked like a ass. My friend said."Oh it's just wonderful". I just started laughing and said, " WONDERFUL - you just called me last night because the fighting was going to put you in a mental health facility". You want to describe that part as easy and wonderful?? </div><div> </div><div>We all started laughing because my friend said..."Well yeah Jody, I don't want to freak her out..having twins is hard as hell at any age, it is just different things are harder and different things are wonderful, its all phases". </div><div> </div><div>BINGO!! It goes in phases some days are so easy with 2 little guys the same age, other days it is hard as hell. Lots of phases. I just wish "<strong>WONDERFUL"</strong> was my first thought / reaction instead of my demented thought of my children licking the garbage cans in the public restroom. Yes..Yes..she is right, it is wonderful, it is fantastic and I wouldn't want it any other way! </div></div></div></div>Mom of Twins!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005067427761651943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575050962784511732.post-50309635826883584642012-03-25T19:37:00.018-04:002012-03-25T20:40:04.923-04:00Can we drive home?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6B7ViRg8Ac74J_eD-MFLJbXh3GgT5_tpe6JuI6MlBebH2_J-GWEIj9Du_aczF4wVvmj7BVgXogCRyASQtirqiP3tTDuGgQbHtUjOae-GE7PniMNtDi1YvLMirUsCwk_KsdDXoOiBqO8k/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723997235239248178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6B7ViRg8Ac74J_eD-MFLJbXh3GgT5_tpe6JuI6MlBebH2_J-GWEIj9Du_aczF4wVvmj7BVgXogCRyASQtirqiP3tTDuGgQbHtUjOae-GE7PniMNtDi1YvLMirUsCwk_KsdDXoOiBqO8k/s400/008.JPG" /></a>Aunt Di-Di was in town this weekend! We headed down to grandpa's for a weekend trip. Other than lack of sleep and Ken being sick (which by the way- the combination of both of those two things SUCK) it was a weekend filled with swimming, FOOD , cocktails and the boy's BIG surprise! Grandpa is the King of presentations and he wanted to do an "early" birthday weekend since Aunt Di-Di was in town. He set up the table outside the garage in the blazing sun. Boys were so confused wondering why the hell we were outside in the heat eating our birthday cupcakes instead of swimming but then......<strong><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">WHAMMO</span></strong>...grandpa hit the garage door open!!! It was worth the 10 minutes of scorching heat for this presentation. I tried to capture their faces but it doesn't do it any justice. Just the way grandpa set it up, opened the garage and the boys saw their new presents. The great part was Rich was there (our police officer) and Christian got a police car so it was a whole weekend was filled of making fun of Rich and Christian being on donut runs!! The boys also asked if they could drive them home on the highway.<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723996837244397362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiky9P1NN1nZRxwMcXxfjaadXroUSgBhVqHZlR9Cq0YVYqKPtadTD-uQ3iHpqXLyxHXdjqXZCi17OpE8QFmuQ_LCCfTeqRKuYXDHozov1BhrBY3guO3Ha2xkdJ4uq_PcUUlsqYN84doZac/s400/017.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><strong>Why are we sitting in the sun Grandpa when we could be swimming? </strong> <strong>PRESTO... 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width: 400px; height: 278px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723984418287792402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRG20iSItYM2YKjGTJhw5yWO1pRE1P_IGNmV5zTebWtzk2R3Nyw-dBinEoA1BPw5uQRACN_2yRofH453aqxLtAvQU-_Ox2jTCvbAwU8G1mS9MHeY11a_rdQmWJYWGzItNQzsPd4gDUr4/s400/044.JPG" /></a><div>HAD A GREAT TIME MAKING FUN OF RICH...Labeled the car from the city he works in. Named Christian "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Captain</span> Donut" and had Christian go out on donut runs for us.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1pR4arFgjtjSIEOpYlyQije9vkaHyxm2zfvW3O-nKY7MsPSTrsBsXCh2mutNppFZVAXX71FY3kmctbGzPes6cJduLh444oEsdYDAp9L8KxJu-pNa5O3JNAgtFNCwV9E7tnkvCmIQScSM/s1600/047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723984011981091058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSFV7tTb1TYRiCBGaepeei7RM-VLypEQyB7H0GJMo-2hEKaIoifRxCC1_yCbjnqeXF6wkB47HrfvR298jx6smN_ljPXCVMBQXin3ekGkWNCHGLVAKTYeAODXeq6v8lpXLMrlY_jO9Q9Ys/s400/046.JPG" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723983779796815218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1pR4arFgjtjSIEOpYlyQije9vkaHyxm2zfvW3O-nKY7MsPSTrsBsXCh2mutNppFZVAXX71FY3kmctbGzPes6cJduLh444oEsdYDAp9L8KxJu-pNa5O3JNAgtFNCwV9E7tnkvCmIQScSM/s400/047.JPG" /></a><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723983765367324162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis9cxGNauEaDxyZXtjdPhcIHAZMPnU2BDk6Z9BTNTESOlMj40Y0RPqpHHthimpKoXzPX5jGShBGydL9qKT6OyxTc76kUMVmFsQLw-9L4ZlPGsS2FCLWa_34ZlBEdn03O89YpAo3WKRfPk/s400/050.JPG" /><div><div><div> Let me just say...I wanted to drive these things. Once I got past my heart palpitations at how fast they drive, visions of them flipping over as they did donuts in the grass and crashing...I was game. Christian's has a microphone that works. He kept saying "Breaker 1-9, Breaker 1-9, we have a emergency need to get the donuts". <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nicolas's</span> has a little radio in it that actually seeks for real channels and plays on occasion. It is hysterical. I tried to fit rocky on the back of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nicolas's</span> Ford 150 but it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">didn't</span> work out so well.... One last comment...Nicolas DOES NOT LIKE TO BE PULLED OVER BY THE POLICE FOR A TICKET. The war starts between them! </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Mom of Twins!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005067427761651943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575050962784511732.post-43239120608197173872012-03-12T16:39:00.004-04:002012-03-12T23:05:18.483-04:00Rocky Roonie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9d8Vr4qSvXmI333NA7urv8Rqd5WUGeldIzTuNWco2doFQWbgevtxK-LNcseGwc5DL-PrXw_BzpBw-tk8tgW3V6MVgpmuL24BpMk0JriIcoQMqyLkwuHtHVc4Luu_D5Kglfa10J3vPD4/s1600/022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 330px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719113274306213890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9d8Vr4qSvXmI333NA7urv8Rqd5WUGeldIzTuNWco2doFQWbgevtxK-LNcseGwc5DL-PrXw_BzpBw-tk8tgW3V6MVgpmuL24BpMk0JriIcoQMqyLkwuHtHVc4Luu_D5Kglfa10J3vPD4/s400/022.JPG" /></a>I quickly snapped this photo last week and I think it speaks for itself. Showing the bond my kids have with our Doggy Rocky...A.K.A. Rocky Roonie. This dog has been through the works with the boys but has come along way. He is old now, gray and it brings a tear to my eye seeing him age. I can remember when we almost had to get him a new home when the boys were 18 months because he was so nervous with the boys and our household of baby gates. Now, it's different. Don't get me wrong just last night I was complaining how much easier it would be if this dog wasn't going through the house trashing it when we leave. He gets so anxious when we are away and this week has learned how to OPEN closed doors to tear into the garabage cans. Yep, my Rocky Roonie. He adds about an additional extra 20 minutes of clean up work each day with the crap he gets into but I love him and I love him for loving the boys and sticking it out. This picture makes me keep it in perspective and that it is worth all the work because he is part of the family and well...family is work right?<br />On a side note...yes my kids seem to always be in PJ's. They love wearing them to naptime nowadays so they spend their afternoons in jammy's. A habit I have to break!Mom of Twins!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005067427761651943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575050962784511732.post-36138282952174680672012-03-12T15:56:00.006-04:002012-03-12T16:38:40.260-04:00Spring Break Baby!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXw61_rkOL7y8q9i-5DxFS6Inww9VrT_-xT1hNfcdZuwPvCzzYxa1w1dL_fDrEmVzy5Er-gUVUT2QZYwwJYkufa164obM5SBfcWyCP1HWFlthgJfzDSNM1Am4xno_dPpNJXWNR1lfaHeI/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719104090510217698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXw61_rkOL7y8q9i-5DxFS6Inww9VrT_-xT1hNfcdZuwPvCzzYxa1w1dL_fDrEmVzy5Er-gUVUT2QZYwwJYkufa164obM5SBfcWyCP1HWFlthgJfzDSNM1Am4xno_dPpNJXWNR1lfaHeI/s400/025.JPG" /></a>This week our school system is on spring break. Just the words "Spring Break" fills me with excitement. Although..(gulp).... I am going to be 40 next month, it still is exciting. It used to be because I knew I was going to get tan, work on getting <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">blond</span>, be with friends, sleep, relax and have a few cocktails along the way- yes..yes mama has a party past. That was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-kids.<br /><br />Now the excitement is different because of the kiddo's. All our friends are on break so it means lots of planning and hangouts with friends they haven't seen in a while, as well as their other buddies. We are planning on hitting the beach as much as possible. This will be the first time I take them 100% by myself , another GULP. So, I guess in a sense I get some of the same excitement because I get to be with friends, no pressured schedules, do fun stuff with kiddos, get tan but...no cocktails (well, maybe later in the evening). For our first day of spring break we ventured out to the movies and saw "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lorax</span>" and then had lunch with some buddies and Daddy. It was so cute to see the boys so excited to see their friends Nate and Jake who they haven't seen in months because of opposite school schedules. Going to the movies with them is so fun at this age and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">a lot</span> easier than last time we went. Christian could hold down his seat and Nicolas wasn't as restless. Although, about 1 hour into it he said: "Is it almost over, I'm bored". They are getting to be such big boys. As long as there is popcorn, they are happy!! Tomorrow, probably park or pool then beaching it the rest of the week.<div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv28PitoKqLwHo9RaHVvdGbftljClgtOIK60TeiYtLS5ygiy6bGRlMu9BGJ7zLO_F2IiUHJvFhRRR-4LlxUQotlhK1HZGdxpfOY5HSvvKcRn0lJFOUwHzSxl_bWy2Ft7TvlioJUD8Kz9Q/s1600/024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719103215200721538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv28PitoKqLwHo9RaHVvdGbftljClgtOIK60TeiYtLS5ygiy6bGRlMu9BGJ7zLO_F2IiUHJvFhRRR-4LlxUQotlhK1HZGdxpfOY5HSvvKcRn0lJFOUwHzSxl_bWy2Ft7TvlioJUD8Kz9Q/s400/024.JPG" /></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmXkVHaYQBc_3QLHk4hjDI9LJ05CW_8HoeODLJMzFf-cnXNNAR3_drmYGVptVQ1FO9UdrOPksbe7PZxrjee3Y7JsGbdy0asB8mU_pOIZaOzEdfzDgqZoi_ykBxFDBOMbkKPyHM4g06D2E/s1600/026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 279px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719103207644603586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmXkVHaYQBc_3QLHk4hjDI9LJ05CW_8HoeODLJMzFf-cnXNNAR3_drmYGVptVQ1FO9UdrOPksbe7PZxrjee3Y7JsGbdy0asB8mU_pOIZaOzEdfzDgqZoi_ykBxFDBOMbkKPyHM4g06D2E/s400/026.JPG" /></a><div> </div></div></div></div>Mom of Twins!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005067427761651943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575050962784511732.post-57401827204217877962012-03-04T19:35:00.004-05:002012-03-04T19:57:43.508-05:00Grunt Much?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD7AmFDcpzmdNDDmUA7OplTG0490NTqkjO01mJA2iutiJp01Nvw5X0UHMCAgdWXrC0zUnPVACmygDUTIZwl5wQPABZ8Bm5KwIGdhycO9WulN2HeSrsH4lgNUJtaegymAwQ7hO9V97xapg/s1600/Hey+Mom.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 225px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716205219961527746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD7AmFDcpzmdNDDmUA7OplTG0490NTqkjO01mJA2iutiJp01Nvw5X0UHMCAgdWXrC0zUnPVACmygDUTIZwl5wQPABZ8Bm5KwIGdhycO9WulN2HeSrsH4lgNUJtaegymAwQ7hO9V97xapg/s400/Hey+Mom.png" /></a>If only when you were sick as a mom...your children would say this to you (above - sorry its hard to read).<br /><br />I just asked Nicolas jokingly when he came upstairs to see me..."Can you make all my meals tomorrow and clean the house buddy"? He thought about it seriously and smiled then said.. "But your the meal maker mommy and I can't reach". I am the meal maker, does that sum it up?<br /><br />Thankfully, I have been able to sit in bed all day as daddy fills in but I still have the guilt because I am not downstairs helping daddy out and I am up here writing on my blog and doing resumes. BUT my throat hurts so bad that I don't want to be downstairs to talk to anyone! Nope not AT ALL. I have a fever, I am a crankass and I can't sleep because I took damn daytime cold medicine again by mistake which makes me WIRED plus I slept for 10 hours last night. Tomorrow is Monday so I need this damn daytime medicine to wear off ASAP so I can get some sleep. I can deal with colds, stuffed noses, headaches but I HATE these sore throats because with twin toddlers you get A WHOLE LOT of questions to answer and they don't take "I don't know" or grunts for answers. If only moms could Grunt like cavemen when we were sick it would make recovery faster - wonder what my kids would do if I took up grunting while my throat hurts?Mom of Twins!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005067427761651943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575050962784511732.post-5095278798641656902012-03-04T18:12:00.004-05:002012-03-04T18:37:58.000-05:00Windy Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_340QvX1sKpt5wAvvD8w6Cu_4BpD_MBMATBskYcflb2RMg986pcTIw_saliJ55bws5qqAdT-pIyzhURLSCagqoJvyc2cGQKfECLddgA7px5aEryr0Zf8tASfUrJdXHu8kVF5NDXKioY/s1600/kite+flying.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716184208235744578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_340QvX1sKpt5wAvvD8w6Cu_4BpD_MBMATBskYcflb2RMg986pcTIw_saliJ55bws5qqAdT-pIyzhURLSCagqoJvyc2cGQKfECLddgA7px5aEryr0Zf8tASfUrJdXHu8kVF5NDXKioY/s400/kite+flying.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-wmtrEi1C1gwuCTcubVwBuXzPhDvsrZBD0vFV_WIR1N7ZPenZRex1qNY-QOmjsgfgsBxD-SBsGggw8kUDVI444oGxHQrxcckm4RC_gGyqBH8H7UTw_Yj4F0zvjD1XBaamJTsWMjW6o1k/s1600/flying+first+kite.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716183930578277922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-wmtrEi1C1gwuCTcubVwBuXzPhDvsrZBD0vFV_WIR1N7ZPenZRex1qNY-QOmjsgfgsBxD-SBsGggw8kUDVI444oGxHQrxcckm4RC_gGyqBH8H7UTw_Yj4F0zvjD1XBaamJTsWMjW6o1k/s400/flying+first+kite.jpg" /></a><br />We woke up this morning and yet another thing happened with our house- one side of our fence blew over last night during the wind storm. I heard it crack and for some reason in my blissful sleep I thought it was my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">neighbors</span> tree. Come on really??? Strange things have been <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occurring</span> with this house over the past few months and it is starting to freak me out.<br /><br />We had someone attempt to break in last month. 2 nights ago our air handler (yes our new AC unit) leaked through the ceiling to leave a lovely large brown spot on our kitchen ceiling.<br />We had our back <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">yard</span> burned off because it was covered with weeds and it now looks HORRIBLE. Lastly.....our front porch light caught on fire last weekend. <br /><br />However, looking on the bright side of things, the boys are safe and they to truly enjoy the wind and fly their kites!!!! I am so bummed because I am in bed right now with a sore throat and I wanted to be part of this fun activity but Ken snapped a few cute photos.Mom of Twins!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005067427761651943noreply@blogger.com0