JUST CHILLIN' ON THE STEPS

The girls decided they like sitting on steps. They were kicking their feet and thought that they were "big stuff" (if you've picked them up lately, you might agree with them). It's so cute to see how close they become every day. They play with each other and give each other "loves", which usually involves some form of physical abuse, but all in good spirit. It's nice to know that they've had a best friend since birth. Not many people can claim that.

Natalie LOVES to hide...

FUN AT DISNEYLAND!

Here are our munchkins in Disney's California Adventure sitting outside the home of the 7 dwarfs. Hmmmm, maybe they'd like two more...

This was a month or two ago but I just got the pics downloaded. They love going on some of the rides like Winnie the Pooh (which I'm pretty sure is Winnie the Pooh on an acid trip) and Peter Pan. They freaked out the last time we took them on Pirates so we'll have to hold off of that one for awhile. Disneyland with kids is a whole different experience and we can hardly wait until they can truly appreciate it.

Time for our weekly dose of spiritual nourishme....DON'T PUT THAT IN YOUR MOUTH!!!

I know there's a reason I used to go to church. I'm sure of it. I just can't seem to remember what it was. I say this because right now it seems that I go to church to sit in the foyer and watch my girls crawl around with other children who are too young for nursery. If I go to Relief Society, I spend the whole time chasing after one (or both if Jeremy isn't there) of my girls as she goes tearing up the aisle towards the poor soul who is teaching that week. When I make her sit on my lap, she cries. So I put her down and off she goes again. So.....I take her out and let her crawl around the foyer. Already there are 2 mothers and their little girls out there. Once Relief Society is over, Jeremy and I pack up the toys and head into the chapel for Sunday School. I HATE that it is in the chapel. We're just settling in when they lower the movie screen and turn the lights out. Back out to the foyer we go. Kids don't like sitting in the dark and I'm not about to break my neck running around after them when I can't see. So, we kick it in the foyer with the 3 other mothers and let our girls get all their energy out. Yeah right. We as parents collectively decide that we need to start a "pre-nursery" class where we can teach a lesson and let the kids be as loud and active as they want and nobody will care. They have actually asked people to leave regular sunday school before because their kids were making noise. Happy noises I might add. Maybe I'll approach the bishop with our new idea, after all.... Well, Sunday School finally finished and we resolutely packed up our toys, bottles, books and babies (can't forget them, darn it) and trudge into Sacrament. The meeting we all come for. The one where we are spiritually uplifted for the week. I'm trying to remember the last time I was able to hear enough of what was said for that to happen. Sigh. We make it through the passing of the sacrament quietly enough and then the girls decide that it should be over. They have had enough. We begin the mom and dad olympics of finding what toy or book will capture their interest long enough for us to find the next toy or book before the first is thrown over the back of the pew or, all too often, at our heads. Oh, the first speaker is finished? I hope it was a good talk. Rest Hymn. At this point the girls are about ready to explode so we decide, we've done good enough for this Sunday. We attended (sort of) all of our meetings, partook of the sacrament, sang a hymn or two and kept the girls quiet through at least one prayer. We pack up our stuff, and run away with our tails between our legs, beaten down once again. So now the big question looms over our heads: Why do we do this to ourselves? I guess, sometimes, it is the thought that counts. How long until nursery?

Check it out!

We've added a countdown for our upcoming vacation. Ok, so it's not until May 2009 but we're still excited. 8 days and 7 nights in the Caribbean. Hooray! Thank you Aunt Caitlin for watching the girls so that we can go. Have fun with 2 two-year-olds...Hee hee.

We love these pictures of the girls! Natalie, top, Tessa, bottom.

Ever wonder how to push two babies in the same swing?

Probably not....but now you know!

Adults say the dumbest things...

Okay, so we are parents of twins. When we found out we were having twins, I started thinking about all of the hard work that would be involved. You know, double diaper duty, double feedings, getting two children down for a nap at the same time, taking care of two crying children, etc. etc... Things that really exercise my patience (which I typically have very little of). What I didn't realize was that it would not always be my babies that tried my patience the most. I, as well as my husband, have discovered that there are a lot of stupid people in this world. I'm walking around Costco the other day and my girls are wearing matching purple shirts, matching black stretch pants and matching bows in their hair. A lady stops me and says, "Are they twins?" Seriously? I smile and nicely say, "Yep." This question is pretty common, for whatever reason, and I've really gotten used to it. What I refuse to get used to is the second question that the lady asks..."Is it a boy and a girl?" That's when I really have to focus on not yelling, "Hello!!! Do you see the purple frilly shirts or the ridiculous bows on their heads? I would hate to see how you dress your boys!" Of course, I end up pointing out that they are two girls and she moves on. But I'm done. I think from now on when people ask that first inevitable question, "Are they twins?" I'm going to look at them like their nuts and say, "What are you talking about? I only have one child." Then I will walk away and shake my head sadly. That ought to make them question their sanity and think about asking that question the next time they see two kids, who look exactly alike, are dressed exactly alike and are the same exact age.