I took this photo yesterday while the girls ate breakfast. This was Kylie’s doing. I loved it so much because I feel like it sums up so much of who they are in one picture.
(The baby is not an amputee, her legs are just stuffed underneath her)
I was desperately hoping that the girls would have enough hair by their first birthday to put it back in a clip.
Not. Even. Close.
Thankfully, we have hit that mark by birthday number two (a little more than a week away!) And I am sure having fun seeing what other fun hair things we can also do now. And of course, the girls were very silly during their photo shoot so there are a few pictures. 🙂 I hope you won’t mind.
Kylie is in white and Alyssa is in brown.
Today I am 34 weeks and 4 days. That is the exact point I was at when our girls were born. In a lot of ways it is actually really comforting. First of all, we haven’t had any problems so far (with the girls they were closely watching me for about 3 weeks before we got to delivery). Second of all, I have real life experience of what kinds of things we could expect from a baby born today. And third, short of something really terrible happening -think something like stillbirth- the outcome can only be better from here on out. All in all, I am feeling pretty darn good. We’ll get to schedule the c-section at my next appointment and then we’ll know when we get to meet this little guy or girl. Exciting!
But for now I need to post a picture. Well, actually two. This is my last week to do a comparison photo, and while it doesn’t seem to me to be as dramatic as previous weeks, I am going to chalk it up to the angle or something. I am no where near as big as I was the last time at this point. Heck, I still fit into ALL of my maternity clothes, which was not something I could say at like 6 months with the twins. Plus I am still around 20 pounds lighter than I was at delivery. But anyways, here you go!
And… Babycenter.com’s two cents:
Your baby now weighs about 4 3/4 pounds and is almost 18 inches long. Her fat layers — which will help regulate her body temperature once she’s born — are filling her out, making her rounder. Her skin is also smoother than ever. Her central nervous system is maturing and her lungs are continuing to mature as well. By this week, fatigue has probably set in again, though maybe not with the same coma-like intensity of your first trimester. Your tiredness is perfectly understandable, given the physical strain you’re under and the restless nights of frequent pee breaks and tossing and turning, while trying to get comfortable. Now’s the time to slow down and save up your energy for labor day (and beyond).
So I guess I have an excuse for feeling like the laziest person in the world right now. I should be sitting back and relaxing, not trying to get laundry done, dishes washed, house cleaned, dinner cooked and toddler twins chased down. Cool. So who can I come get to do all that other stuff for me?
This is not something I have taught my girls, they did this all on their own. How does a not even 2 year old (yes, I am still going to use that for 2 more weeks!) know that these faces are silly looking? It isn’t even like they go to daycare or something where someone might have older siblings. But if you ask to see their silly faces you might get something like this.
Is it just me or are these girls growing up WAY too fast?
Their perfect man. They’ve found him, no need to look any further. They don’t even seem to mind that they have to share him.
Or that he is a puppet.
Actually, they have hardly seem Elmo (or anyone else on TV for that matter) at all. But they read about him in their books. Oh, their books. My girls LOVE their books. And for some reason Elmo has always stood out as their favorite. Both of them. And I don’t know why. People have suggested because his name is easy to say, and it is true that they do say “Elmo” very well. But they also can identify and say “Grover”, “Murray”, “Burt” and a version of “Big Bird”. But maybe that is the thing about love, you can’t always give it a how or why.
So when we were cruising through walmart the other day and spotted Elmo pajamas, we couldn’t resist. Technically these are boys pajamas (the smallest Elmo girls pj’s were 5T) but I think they are perfect for our little beauties. And they sure don’t seem to mind. In fact, they wore those pj’s for almost 2 days straight.
We had some more fun with this photo shoot, so you get a few pictures. Too bad my finger covered the flash a bit on the one where they are looking at each other. Maybe someday I will actually get a good picture of that!
I know some of you can tell the girls apart in pictures, and some of you can’t. But for those who can… No, you’re not crazy, there is one picture where they switch places. 🙂
Yesterday I made the girls a pair of matching fleece pullovers with a half zipper. I got this fabric as a Christmas gift from a wonderful friend Holly. I thought it was pretty awesomely 80’s and immediately starting planning on making the girls something to wear. This is what I came up with:
And then I have to include a whole bunch of pictures from this photo shoot, because the girls had so much fun with it!
And just one for my crafty readers, here is what the inside looks like.
Love my beautifully serged edges? Thanks Joanne!
Look who has enough hair to put back in a real, little pony tail! I feel like they just grew up so much!
And no, she isn’t shorter than Alyssa, that is just how she is standing.
And thanks to the girls’ Auntie Erin for the new shirts! Aren’t they so cute?
I am telling you right now, today’s post is stolen. I read it during the girls’ nap time and nodded my head almost the whole time. I cannot put better words to it than the original writer, and frankly, my brain doesn’t even have the energy to give you my own thoughts on it. But, since I know many of you won’t go and read the original post found by clicking here, I am copying some of my favorite parts and posting them for you right here.
“I think parenting young children (and old ones, I’ve heard) is a little like climbing Mount Everest. Brave, adventurous souls try it because they’ve heard there’s magic in the climb. They try because they believe that finishing, or even attempting the climb are impressive accomplishments. They try because during the climb, if they allow themselves to pause and lift their eyes and minds from the pain and drudgery, the views are breathtaking. They try because even though it hurts and it’s hard, there are moments that make it worth the hard. These moments are so intense and unique that many people who reach the top start planning, almost immediately, to climb again. Even though any climber will tell you that most of the climb is treacherous, exhausting, killer. That they literally cried most of the way up.”
“My favorite part of each day is when the kids are put to bed and Craig (her husband) and I sink into the couch to watch some quality TV, like Celebrity Wife Swap, and congratulate each other on a job well done. Or a job done, at least.”
“Parenting is hard. Just like lots of important jobs are hard. Why is it that the second a mother admits that it’s hard, people feel the need to suggest that maybe she’s not doing it right? Or that she certainly shouldn’t add more to her load. Maybe the fact that it’s so hard means she IS doing it right…in her own way…and she happens to be honest.”
“Carry on, warrior. Six hours till bedtime.”
Please ignore how hideous I look in this picture. Or please take into account that I had just been in the car for 8 hours with 2 (almost!) 2 year olds. After a weekend with very little sleep. But I couldn’t let another week pass without a new belly shot. So here it is, at 32 weeks.
Which I thought we would compare to this picture of me with the twins. At just 25 weeks.
And for all those keeping track, here is how Sprout is developing according to BabyCenter.com.
By now, your baby weighs 3.75 pounds and is about 16.7 inches long, taking up a lot of space in your uterus. You’re gaining about a pound a week and roughly half of that goes right to your baby. In fact, she’ll gain a third to half of her birth weight during the next 7 weeks as she fattens up for survival outside the womb. She now has toenails, fingernails, and real hair (or at least respectable peach fuzz). Her skin is becoming soft and smooth as she plumps up in preparation for birth.
Last weekend Russell and I celebrated our 6 year wedding anniversary. And by “celebrated” I mean that he went to work and then we took the girls to Applebees for dinner. Fancy, I know. But as far as anniversaries go for us, it was one of the better ones.
Our first anniversary we went out for a lovely dinner at a very expensive restaurant. We followed that by a night in the emergency room. Russell had an intestinal infection and spent the whole night throwing up that very expensive meal.
Our second anniversary we went out to dinner again, and while everything was very nice that night, the restaurant did burn to the ground just a week or so later.
Our third anniversary was our most exciting, as we went to see Penn & Teller for the first time here is las Vegas. The only downside to that year was that I had to leave town the next morning for my Uncle’s funeral. We forgot to take a camera, but Russell talked someone else into taking a picture for me and emailing it to him. 🙂
Our fourth anniversary was very low key as we had just spent a bunch of time traveling around to see family. Oh, and I was very pregnant with the twins.
For the big 5 year, we decided that would be a good day to be moving to California, so we spent the whole day in the car. Although we did stop and enjoy a very classy lunch at Arby’s in Lost Hills. Which is much more exciting than it sounds, and I am aware it doesn’t sound very exciting.
And while we didn’t do anything particularly exciting this year, we did remember to take a picture. Since we didn’t have anyone to take it for us we used a tripod and a timer. We ended up with some funny pictures that I’d like to share with you today.
This is when I took a picture without setting the timer to go off:
Here I am yelling at Russell for messing up my sweater:
Here is our attempt at making a heart out of our hands:
(even the girls know the difference between a triangle and a heart)
And finally, the best of the bunch:
Being married is all about the ups and the downs. You have to have a sense of humor about the curve balls life sometimes throws at you. I hope all of my married readers find the same joy and comfort in their spouse as I do.