Night time is calm time.

Yeah right.

It is as though there little internal alarm clocks go off for the evening.  They run around screaming.  They play catch.  They play with books and dump out legos.  They say they want to sit and watch Abby Dabby but then they try to fly off the couch like Abby Dabby.  Did I mention Michael is wrestling on the floor with them at this point.

SO NOT HELPING DADDY.

Books.  I want this book.  I want that book.  One more book.

"What book do you want to read?"

"This one and this one and this one and this one."

"No."

"This one and this one and this one."

"Just one."

"This one and this one."

"I know you can count to one."  (Grimace.)


My whole idea is a nice bath, lotion and jammies, a quick snack, maybe a little bit of the "Street" and then a COUPLE books, as in 2-3, and lights out.  The routine we have designed with the boys is key, yet we sometimes sway, as in the exhibition WWE match that was happening in our living room tonight.  I believe highly in routine and schedules, but ... they were having a great time with Daddy.

So sue me.

March 25th, 2013

Please stop growing.

I remember snuggling with you each evening around 6pm.  I could watch reruns of NCIS or Law and Order and you would catch 20 winks.  Now, you're rip-roaring around the apartment with a vacuum hose or fire truck.
I remember when picking you up under one arm was no big feat. Now I groan as I pick up your thirty and then some pounds of solid boy.
I remember when you were bald.  I remember when you started losing your very dark hair.  Hair cuts are expensive.
I remember night feedings while watching the Kardashians.  Now please just sleep through the night.
I remember making baby food and when my shopping bills were half what they are now.
I remember when you could not talk.
I remember when I had to carry or push you everywhere, now I am trying to keep up.
I am thinking you will both match up in clothing size really soon.
It amuses me when so many people call you twins.
I want you to slow down.
I want you to take a nap in my arms again.
Right now I just want you to nap.

I know you will always be my little boys, but kindergarten is right around the corner.

"Snow Day" fun

By 5:41am, my district called off school for the day.  Let me mention not a flake was in sight.   But they swore ... it was coming.

So a fun "snow day" ensued.

Morning snack at 7:45am, since breakfast was at 5:02am.  Trail mix, because what toddler doesn't ask for trail mix?

Some light cleaning.

Lego mess!

Max asks, "Where did the snow go?'
It never came.

In the beach tent

Look at the gorgeous winter wonderland.

We had such a fun day nonetheless!

March 6th, 2013