100th post...yipee

Well, We are on the downhill side of this pregnancy. I officially have no energy, feel fat and ugly, and am a hormonal CRAZY woman. Sometimes I want to cry when I think about having to pick up both of the twins...wait a minute a couple of times I did cry! They are getting so stinking heavy! Maybe lugging them around will cause me to go into labor...

To celebrate this impending birth I have somewhere close to 5oo...million... doctor visits in the next 6 weeks from OB visits to ear checks(which if we fail this time leads to yet another Dr. appointment, this time with a specialist to discuss tubes) to 1 year well babies. It feels endless and exhausting. Also, I need to pick a day to have this kid. It can be any time after August 25th. I am leaning toward the 28th or 29th. Any opinions/input? Also got the twins 1 year birthday coming up. I think August is trying to kill me, and we aren't even out of July yet. Oy vey! Anyway, enough whining!

the many faces of Atticus...

He has a tendency to run his grimy figures thru his hair toward the end of a meal...

most embarrasing thing I hear during the day...

"Mommy...top scweaming!" Um...I wouldn't necessarily say I was screaming so much as raising my voice in frustration....can I plead pregnancy hormones? Ok, ok...sorry dude! To a two year old the nuances of frustration are mute. He is not allowed to yell at me(or anybody else for that matter) so why should I be allowed to? Reality check at 9 am.


















Not the clearest picture, but this is after Gavin helped Grandma Ross put her makeup on. He was so proud he carried her mirror around looking at himself.

and people ask...

...how we will fit 4 kids in a 700 square foot, 1 bedroom apartment. Well fire codes be darned...


















We're just gonna stack 'em!

still here

Atticus is walking. Jane is walking and climbing. Gavin is running away. They are destructionators. I am tired. And fat...I mean pregnant. When I clean it is like Christmas for my kids as they interpret it as the blank canvas for destruction.









































"Cleaning" the fudge pot on a Sunday afternoon.

sleep tight!

I just tried to climb into bed. First I had to throw 2 plastic snakes, baby lotion, and my glasses case out of the bed. Finally I was able to crawl under the cover...where I found the car keys, a plastic dinosaur, and something else but I forget what. Our bed is a playground by day....someday...someday, we will live in a house big enough to put our bed in an actual BEDROOM!

my house smells....

....BAD! Yesterday I changed 9-10 poopy diapers...yeah I was curious and counted. That doesn't count the ones that weren't poopy but had to be changed anyway. Needless to say our diaper trash is full and our house smells....well it smell like crap!

Other exciting things:

Atticus took 6 unassisted steps yesterday and is pretty consistent with pulling up on things and then trying to walk from there. He gets sooooo excited you would think he was the only baby ever to hit a milestone!

Jane has figured out how to climb on our bed....and from there to my desk. Yesterday I was listening to music working around the house and the it began to skip around. That is when I discovered Jane sitting on the keyboard. She can walk across the kitchen(my moms....important to know cause there is a major size difference) if there is a treat involved.

Gavin is learning to speak in sentences. All of you who read who only deal in verbal little girls might not understand what a big deal this is...but it IS! He was looking at his photo album the other day and found a picture of his uncle David holding him in the hospital and got really excited:
"David...baby! David...baby! David.....baby!" pauses and slows down, "David holding da baby, momma!"
Whoa...was that a sentence? I would have popped the button of my pants from pride if I wasn't only doing elastic right now!