Sunday, January 29, 2017
Spaghetti Sundays
We eat spaghetti every Sunday at Grandma's house (aka the basement). It is Elodie's favorite meal of the week. She eats at least three helpings without batting an eye. The twins are following in her footsteps. They chomped down big time tonight.
Saturday, January 28, 2017
Sunny Days
The Moana soundtrack plays on a constant loop at our house these days. I lie awake at night, the songs running through my head as I try to fall asleep. It's like the echo of my girls as the backdrop to my dreams.
The sun finally came back out today so we went to the park and got some use out of the tiny trampoline in the backyard. Elodie took turns pulling her friend, Lindy, on a snow sled up and down the grass in the backyard. It was slow going. I'm hoping for more sunshine tomorrow.
The sun finally came back out today so we went to the park and got some use out of the tiny trampoline in the backyard. Elodie took turns pulling her friend, Lindy, on a snow sled up and down the grass in the backyard. It was slow going. I'm hoping for more sunshine tomorrow.
Thursday, January 26, 2017
Peeing in a Peach Cup
Today we went to Costco. Always an adventure with three kids three and under. Towards the end of our trip Elodie told me she had to go to the bathroom. I told her to hold it. Then I promptly forgot about the whole thing. After I had both babies back in their car seats and half of the groceries unloaded, Elle reminded me she has to go by screaming that she's about to have an accident. It's going to take a miracle to get her back inside in time so instead we improvise. The best thing I could find was a Peach fruit cup, the tiny kind you put in a lunchbox. So pants down, costco parking lot, peeing in the peach cup it was. This is when I found out the hard way that a tiny fruit cup is smaller than a toddler's bladder. Pee running over the edge, Elodie sighs and says "whew, that was close."
Parenting is so fun.
Parenting is so fun.
Sunday, January 8, 2017
Dear Tess and Nora, Eight Months
Dear Twins,
Nora, the queen of nicknames, you go by all of the following: Norberta, Eleanora, Norma, Nors, Nordy, Norsky, and of course, just Nora Beth. You are my little finger-sucking cutie. You have always been the more mellow twin. You sleep better and I think your finger-sucking has made you a better self-soother. You love any and all food. You took longer than Tess to learn how to roll over, but have learned to roll as a means of getting places sooner. You are still not sitting and don't really like your jumper either. You are content to spend time on the floor, or more preferably, in Mom's arms.
Tess, my sweet little, miniature Britta. You remind me so much of your oldest sister. I know it sounds crazy because you have an identical twin sister, but I think Britta was your first twin. Your round little cheeks and big noggin remind me so much of Britta. You are the slightly bigger and more active twin. You have always been a tad bit fussier than Nora and not quite as good a sleeper. If someone is crying in the middle of the night, I can be sure it's you. You are also the pickier eater. Baby food? Forget about it. You spit that right back out at me; you want the real stuff. You have recently started sitting and I think you will be so happy once you start crawling. Every now and then something (usually Elodie) strikes you funny and you have the most adorable belly laugh.
Words can't describe how happy I am to have you both in our family. I was far from excited to have twins. In fact, I was downright terrified and actually a little mad that I was being asked to take on this huge undertaking. I could not have been more wrong. When you and your sister arrived, I was so overcome with love and gratitude for the two of you. You bring such a spirit of joy to our home. You are my most mellow babies. I wonder if that's a byproduct of being a twin and learning from the get-go that you have to share everything, including Mom's attention, or if you just came hardwired easygoing.
I still can't tell you apart when you're crying and you are so in sync that when one of you is crying, usually the other one is too. It amazes me the ways in which you seem to be completely identical. Your schedule is eerily synchronized (which I love). You both want to be held at the same time, eat at the same time, and sleep at the same time.
Even strangers seem to be as enamored with you as I am. I get stopped all the time by people who just want to fawn over you. Your big, blue eyes just melt people. You just might be the cutest duo there ever was. I know we all can't get enough of you.
We love you!
Love, Mom
Nora, the queen of nicknames, you go by all of the following: Norberta, Eleanora, Norma, Nors, Nordy, Norsky, and of course, just Nora Beth. You are my little finger-sucking cutie. You have always been the more mellow twin. You sleep better and I think your finger-sucking has made you a better self-soother. You love any and all food. You took longer than Tess to learn how to roll over, but have learned to roll as a means of getting places sooner. You are still not sitting and don't really like your jumper either. You are content to spend time on the floor, or more preferably, in Mom's arms.
Tess, my sweet little, miniature Britta. You remind me so much of your oldest sister. I know it sounds crazy because you have an identical twin sister, but I think Britta was your first twin. Your round little cheeks and big noggin remind me so much of Britta. You are the slightly bigger and more active twin. You have always been a tad bit fussier than Nora and not quite as good a sleeper. If someone is crying in the middle of the night, I can be sure it's you. You are also the pickier eater. Baby food? Forget about it. You spit that right back out at me; you want the real stuff. You have recently started sitting and I think you will be so happy once you start crawling. Every now and then something (usually Elodie) strikes you funny and you have the most adorable belly laugh.
Words can't describe how happy I am to have you both in our family. I was far from excited to have twins. In fact, I was downright terrified and actually a little mad that I was being asked to take on this huge undertaking. I could not have been more wrong. When you and your sister arrived, I was so overcome with love and gratitude for the two of you. You bring such a spirit of joy to our home. You are my most mellow babies. I wonder if that's a byproduct of being a twin and learning from the get-go that you have to share everything, including Mom's attention, or if you just came hardwired easygoing.
I still can't tell you apart when you're crying and you are so in sync that when one of you is crying, usually the other one is too. It amazes me the ways in which you seem to be completely identical. Your schedule is eerily synchronized (which I love). You both want to be held at the same time, eat at the same time, and sleep at the same time.
Even strangers seem to be as enamored with you as I am. I get stopped all the time by people who just want to fawn over you. Your big, blue eyes just melt people. You just might be the cutest duo there ever was. I know we all can't get enough of you.
We love you!
Love, Mom
Dear Elodie, Age 3
Dear Elodie,
Oh, Eller-Beller, my sweet, spunky, naughty little girl. You definitely keep things interesting around here. When you set your mind to something you do it, no matter the consequences. Unlike your older sister, you don't fear getting in trouble or hurt; rather, you want to experiment for yourself and learn the hard way. I admire your resolve, but I also anticipate your independent streak will lead to some battles of wills in the future.
The biggest thing to happen for you this year was the arrival of your new little sisters. Boy do you love them, but boy do you like to torture tham as well. I don't think I could count the number of times I've said "No, Elodie, don't do that to the babies!" in the past months. I'll admit, my patience with you has been thin more often than not since the twins were born.
I feel badly sometimes that you really are getting the brunt of middle-child-dom. Oftentimes the only attention you get is when I'm getting after you for something. When I do take the time to spend one-on-one time with you, it makes all the difference in the world. I love reading stories with you and being silly with you. Where Britta just gets frustrated by my sarcasm, I feel like you roll with it pretty well. Overall, you are a pretty easy-going three year old. You've never been one to throw tantrums, which I really appreciate. You are much more physical than your older sister was, though. You don't shy away from a fight, and you're not afraid to pick one either. We're teaching you to be gentle with more than just your baby sisters. You also have a girly side that manifests itself in your love of "pwetty dresses" and playing with dolls.
Another big first for you this year was preschool. We have teamed up with three other little girls in the ward and do a rotating joy school, which you looove. On the first day, you could barely contain your excitement at the prospect of going to school just like your big sister. You are a very good little student and I love watching you learn.
Having Britta in school has given me the opportunity to spend some more time with you the past few months and I love getting to know you better. You are really easy going, which I truly appreciate. You love being with me and crave my cuddles and attention. You also love wrestling with Daddy. You love playing with water and doing anything sensory. I think you express yourself and learn through touch. We sure love you and can't imagine life without you--it would certainly be duller.
Love, Mom
Oh, Eller-Beller, my sweet, spunky, naughty little girl. You definitely keep things interesting around here. When you set your mind to something you do it, no matter the consequences. Unlike your older sister, you don't fear getting in trouble or hurt; rather, you want to experiment for yourself and learn the hard way. I admire your resolve, but I also anticipate your independent streak will lead to some battles of wills in the future.
The biggest thing to happen for you this year was the arrival of your new little sisters. Boy do you love them, but boy do you like to torture tham as well. I don't think I could count the number of times I've said "No, Elodie, don't do that to the babies!" in the past months. I'll admit, my patience with you has been thin more often than not since the twins were born.
I feel badly sometimes that you really are getting the brunt of middle-child-dom. Oftentimes the only attention you get is when I'm getting after you for something. When I do take the time to spend one-on-one time with you, it makes all the difference in the world. I love reading stories with you and being silly with you. Where Britta just gets frustrated by my sarcasm, I feel like you roll with it pretty well. Overall, you are a pretty easy-going three year old. You've never been one to throw tantrums, which I really appreciate. You are much more physical than your older sister was, though. You don't shy away from a fight, and you're not afraid to pick one either. We're teaching you to be gentle with more than just your baby sisters. You also have a girly side that manifests itself in your love of "pwetty dresses" and playing with dolls.
Another big first for you this year was preschool. We have teamed up with three other little girls in the ward and do a rotating joy school, which you looove. On the first day, you could barely contain your excitement at the prospect of going to school just like your big sister. You are a very good little student and I love watching you learn.
Having Britta in school has given me the opportunity to spend some more time with you the past few months and I love getting to know you better. You are really easy going, which I truly appreciate. You love being with me and crave my cuddles and attention. You also love wrestling with Daddy. You love playing with water and doing anything sensory. I think you express yourself and learn through touch. We sure love you and can't imagine life without you--it would certainly be duller.
Love, Mom
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