Pool!

Trying to soak up the last of Summer.

The girls loved it TEN times more than I ever thought.

And, why did I not get Treyson arm floaties sooner?

First time mom.

All the Luck

Um. I think I have REALLY bad luck.
I lost $100 at walmart. I have no clue where it went. Literally grew legs and walked off. I remember sticking it in the back pocket of my diaper bag. I left my diaper bag in the locked car when I went grocery shopping. When I got back the money wasn't there. I spent about an hour at 11pm, exhausted, looking for the stupid bill. No luck. (sigh). The things I could have done with that money instead, someone is probably buying crack with it.
Please tell me I'm not the only one who has completely lost her mind.

The girls are both teething. I've never experienced "rough" batches of teething. Trey got teeth overnight and showed no symptoms. My sweet girls are completely off schedule, hate to sleep, and are miserable. Now I know why so many of you curse teething.
All in time for Trevor to be out of town for a week.
Perfect timing my sweet babies.

Phone meets toilet. Water damage.

Running daily. Gain 2 lbs.

A large rock fell off a gravel truck and cracked my windshield - while I was PARKED.

I won't bore you with a million other incidents. Really don't want this to sound like I'm complaining. Just conclude that I seriously have the worst luck and get a good chuckle at life's little "issues" (which are nothing in compared to true trials). It's those damn gypsies (right Austin!?).

To be honest, I'm trying to laugh about these dumb incidents (well, everything but the lost $100. That made me cry) which leave normal, hormonal women such as myself floundering.

Luckily, I have a sweet family who keeps it all in focus and a husband, who always comes home, after 13 hours with his hand up a cow butt, six days a week, with a smile on his face - might I add, comes home to a frumpy, non showering exhausted woman. I don't know how he does it.

HE's closer to 3 than 2 now. Not okay with that.

Oakley. 5 1/2 months

Reagan.

true love.

Zoo Day

Trey ready to feed the giraffe. (by the way, pictures are so much better when you actually use your settings and have time to not be in automatic. A one time thing for me apparently.)

I don't know what I was thinking, but I took the kids to the zoo about an hour away. My sister came along, but kept disappearing with her fiance. Probably to make out in front of the wild boar hogs. So, the majority of the time it was me running (literally, running) after Treyson with the twins in the stroller. Have you ever tried to nurse twins, in public, with a 2 year old running amuck? Haven't? Come over. You will reach heights of parenthood you never imagined and everyone will get a quick peek at your "girls" (referring to boobs, not twins).

I have never been so stressed in my life. I thought Treyson would love it, but after about 30 minutes he expressed his desire to go home and go to "Ashwee's house". Ashwee/Ashley is a gorgeous, sweet, blonde 12 year old who lives about 5 minutes from us. Sometimes, I don't even know why I try. Yet, I do. At least, in 20 years, when I've been admitted, my kids will look back at pictures and know it was all because of them. :)

I actually loved getting out, getting some sunshine and seeing the giraffes.

The grand finale? The girls finally fall asleep as we walk out the exit.
Thank goodness they look so cute in those jeggings.

Ridiculous

I have this strange desire to often buy the most ridiculous, hilarious things for my children.

Take for instance, this helmet.

Of course, there were numerous "normal" helmets,

but I use my children as pawns for my personal laughter.

Poor little things.

A Comparison

The lack of blogging stems from the impact of a certain baby girl named Ruby. In her short life here on Earth, she inspired me to spend more time on the floor with my kids. More time enjoying them. More time holding them. Less time worrying about my 10 extra baby pounds. Less time watching trash TV. Less time reading about other people's lives and more time living mine. I have felt priorities align, stress relieved and a greater joy abound in my heart. Ruby taught me, and I never even met her.

I hope I can leave a quarter of the legacy she did.

Today, I was organizing old photos during naptime and realized how short a time these babies are little.

Treyson, once the age of the girls. Now, a full fledged man child - going trucking with dad in the semi, adorned in his John Deere shirt and Ariat boots, Woody and Tippie cup in hand. Admonishing his father that "dumb a$$ is not a nice word" and "mommy says not to say it!" (Trevor got a little fiery when a man cut off the semi, almost killing all of them!).

And the girls, oh those girls. They have the softest skin and the sweetest squeals. How is it that some women have empty arms and I have extremely full arms. It doesn't seem fair to me, but I will never take it for granted again.

So grateful for forever.

Oakie's Eyes

Little Oakley's eyes are out of this world. I remember when she was born - how do I put this nicely - we were a little "concerned". Her eyes just didn't fit her tiny face. Much to my delight, she has grown into her huge eyes. I'm sure those eyes will get her about anything she wants in the years to come.

First Taste

Exciting mandatory milestone.

I actually wanted to wait a lot longer to give the girls cereal. The thought of another "task", more laundry and more pumping pretty much made me need xanax in bulk. But at nearly 5 months, I'm hoping a little rice cereal at night will end my 6 months of no sleep stretch. It probably won't because I still have a 2 year old who insists on waking up and playing with Buzz Lightyear at 3am, but at least 2/3 is better than none. Right?

So yes, we're still alive. Yes, we are happy. No, we don't do anything exciting besides yard work, housework, cow work, and kid work.

But, the kids are pretty sweet so all is well in Idaho.

poor lighting. great kids. tired mom.
Oakley. Wild, even while eating.

Reagan's face the whole time was hilarious.

The rice cereal went down without any breastmilk scares from Trevor. (If you're been reading this blog long enough, Trevor's first taste of breastmilk was at Trey's first cereal tasting. Pretty epic.) Oakley was more curious and more messy. Reagan, in true Reagan fashion, pounded it like her mom pounds oreos. I learned how crazy it will be to feed two hungry babies at once.