Double Dootie

In Full Control (Of Denial)

2012-01-03T22:22:00.001-05:00

It's become increasingly obvious Finn & Belle know much more about raising themselves versus what Mommy knows. For example, vegetables not shaped like fries (especially of the green variety) simply were never meant for human consumption, but for canine nutrition. Nap times are for babies, old people or those bored with their day. Using a toilet is extremely inefficient when a diaper does all the work for you AND let's you keep playing with your toys (double win)!

After weeks of whining about, well everything--and that was just me, imagine what the twins sounded like; I finally decided maybe these kids do know best. So, today Finn & Belle ate a two hour breakfast consisting of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, organic gummy bunnies, a bowl of fruit and some cereal with milk. For nap time they played quietly in each other's beds (oh, did we mention they're in toddler beds now?) for one hour before standing by the door, banging loudly, while trying to figure out how to turn the door's knob.

Finally, I let them watch some TV while I made dinner. This, folks, is apparently the appropriate nap time and venue. Hang in there kids, Mommy will get the hang of this parenting gig--some day.

Talk Town With Toddlers

2011-12-06T09:02:00.001-05:00

I've got to start documenting some of the random thoughts Finn & Belle feel compelled to voice. I've no doubt sharing them here will fall under the 'must have only been funny if you were standing right there' category. Regardless, if I don't document them here . . . I'm not sure I ever will.

While eating breakfast this morning, the following transpired:

Finn: I like Daisy (Duck).
Belle: MayBelle does NOT like Daisy.
Me: That's nice Finn. Mirabelle who do you like then?
Belle: MayBelle likes milk.

Pin It On Me

2011-11-29T20:15:00.001-05:00

The moment Finn & Belle are old enough for us to convert the playroom back to a formal sitting room . . . I plan on buying one of these:

Thanks to Pintrest I now know wine barrel wine racks exist (even if they are ridiculously overpriced). I'm loving Pintrest and apparently I'm not alone. This cool site lets me bookmark my favorite web finds and 'pin' them to a group message board. Like Twitter, people can follow my pins and like Facebook I can share other people's pins with my network of friends. If I were still in Marketing, I'd already be drafting a proposal to integrate this into my campaigns.

However, now that I'm the proud mother of two year old twins, I find it way more enjoyable getting paid to drink good wine!! Let's face it, toddler twins and amazing wines have got to be the perfect pairing.

In case you were wondering . . . the wine business is doing amazingly well! I promoted to a career level position back in October (just 10 months after signing on). I'll drink to that!!

You Just Did What!?!

2011-11-27T10:34:00.001-05:00

Yes, I took a two month break from blogging. Then, while designing this year's holiday card, made the rash decision to post the 'big reveal' here first. Mainly to make the three remaining followers I still have feel special--and recieve the $10 off coupon promised by Shutterfly for posting their widget . . . but mainly for you good folks.

So, a little background on the card. We literally travelled 'over the river and through the woods' to get to Grandma's house this Thanksgiving (more on that later). Included in our road trip was an overnight stay with my sweet friend Meighan. She has returned to the South from the glamorous land of the pacific northwest--in a place where the sun suffers from chronic fatigue syndrome and refuses to show up for work at least 300 days out of the year and yet the world still seems to revolve around it.

Since I've been campaigning these past ten years to get all my dearest friends to live within a few hours car ride from here, I felt sweet victory when Meighan told me she was relocating to be closer to family (and friends, I'm almost certain she said friends). So, Dave & I carved out some vacation time to swing by her new home and give everyone a proper 'house warming'. For those curious, a proper house warming involves a slew of snotty nosed toddlers incapable of sharing and lots of wine (lots and lots of wine).

Meighan specifically asked I bring my 'fancy camera' to capture some family photos for holiday cards. Brilliant idea! I even did some online research for scenic photo spots in the area (i.e. I polled all my Facebook friends living in upstate SC) and started coordinating holiday outfits for Finn & Belle. Of course, an hour into our road trip I realized one crucial flaw in all my planning--I forgot the 'fancy camera'.

So, this year's holiday greeting card moments came courtesy of the iPhone 4 and Camera + app. If only the Apple store would offer a $10 off coupon for this shameless plug . . .

They would hold hands, but refused to look at the camera . . .

Smiles, but still no looking at the camera . . .

He wanted to show me all the leaves . . . but not look at the camera.

Stationery card

2011-11-27T10:27:00.001-05:00

Shining Joy Holiday Card

Turn your family photos into holiday cards this season.

View the entire collection of cards.

He's Kickin' It Old School

2011-08-31T22:36:00.000-04:00

A few weeks ago Finn & Belle realized they were tall enough to open the drawers to their bathroom sink. Of course, these are the same drawers we used to dump utterly useless baby paraphernalia we mistakenly thought were life saving devices during those 'Dark Ages' (aka first 9 months).

Somehow the twins honed in on their old pacifiers--amidst the diaper creme, baby thermometers and owners manuals for every bathroom gadget ever made. For about a week they insisted on taking Mr. & Mrs. Binky everywhere. Here's a rare moment when one actually worked.

With A Name Like Her's, Of Course It'd Be Beautiful!

2011-08-22T17:54:00.000-04:00

I'd like to introduce my new favorite obsession: the Mirabel Dress--a J. Crew toddler dress currently on clearance for the bargain price of $42!! Considering my personal shopping limit for toddler dresses is between $10 - $15, I've calculated Lady Belle needs to wear this dress at least 2.3 times per week in order for this investment to fully pay itself off . . .

Starting Off With A Bang!

2011-08-22T15:37:00.001-04:00

Preschool is starting soon, so off to our favorite kiddie salon for some much needed haircuts. Since Lady Belle's hair is still coming in, we had the stylist clean up her shag and even out the ten strands of hair on her head. Hopefully these new bangs are more resistant to the syrup/yogurt/oatmeal combination that inevitably ends up there every morning.

Day 3: Siesta In A Sienna

2011-08-06T07:59:00.000-04:00

Gulp. Maybe I should have rented the Honda Odyssey . . .

of course Dave has no problems pointing out the flaws in this logic.

Things I would rather spend $60 to purchase:

2 new pairs of shoes for the twins.
1 ticket to a Disney theme park.
12 gallons of milk.
Sushi and sake at our favorite restaurant.
A year's supply of toothpaste.
The monthly water/sewer bill.
Tickets to see Harry Potter 5.6 times.

Day 2: Siesta In A Sienna

2011-08-06T07:41:00.000-04:00

Spent most of the day in my new 'Luxury Liner'. It handles really well--despite feeling like I'm piloting a large jetliner.

We also completed our original mission: pick up these adorable ladies from the airport. Of course, this could have easily been accomplished without a minivan if only someone were willing to be strapped to the roof of my car.

By the way, the twins were equally as happy as our guests; they're just playing a new game called 'Let's Purposely Do the Opposite Of What Mommy Wants'. It's a ton of fun. I hope we play it more often.

Day 1: Siesta In A Sienna

2011-08-04T08:13:00.002-04:00

I've got a dear friend from Japan bringing her daughters to visit for the weekend. What better time to rent a minivan and find out once and for all if I can handle minivan ownership?

Yes, I'm aware fish are drying up in blood-red pools of water, children are starving in Africa, and a crippling heat has seized half of my motherland. In fact, I'm sure this is directly related to the invention of the minivan--but I just can't. Help. Myself.

I've had a love/hate relationship with minivans most of my life. I loved them growing up--so much in fact I resented the owners of our station wagon (sorry Oma-ma and Gah Gah). In my teens I thought they were ugly. Then I spent most of my 20s firmly believing if every gas guzzling minivan and SUV owner could simply live with less horsepower, and removable third-row seating, we'd all be a happier, more eco-friendly society.

Now with two dogs, a set of twins, and endless streams of summer guests (which, by the way, is my favorite part of living at the beach) my resolve is cracking. IF we purchase a minivan, I'm only looking at the Toyota Sienna--solely based on this YouTube commercial.

So here we go, Day 1 of the Siesta In A Sienna!

It fits in the garage!! Barely. I am in love with the sliding side doors--a very timely plus since Finn & Belle insist on walking themselves to their car seats. I no longer have to play the 'which side of the door are you on now' game. Nor do I have to trap them between the door and the car in public--now I can shove them both into the minivan where they can learn to wait patiently for Mommy to buckle them in.

Ah, space! No more kicking the driver's seat, and they can barely touch each other--a concern since they recently learned how to annoy the other by simply breathing. What you can't see is Lavender chilling behind Lady Belle. Two years of pent up resentment for being relegated to second class citizenship could be washed away with this 'simple' purchase.

Just how much is this space worth!?! Clearly the real question. Stay tuned for the rest of the adventure!!

All I Need Is. . .

2011-07-22T23:22:00.002-04:00

A Wii and one year. Watch out super adorable twin boys, this closet stage mom is ready to. Take. You. Down.

Move Over Jane Goodall . . .

2011-07-22T10:45:00.007-04:00

I've got some primitive animals worth studying in their natural habitat. This is Lady Belle--standing at roughly the height of a doorknob and able to mimick the screams of the most convincing damsel in a low-budget, horror flick.

Apparently in this moment, Finn wanted to read a book that Belle banned from story time. Of course, being the super amazing mother that I am, instead of creating an intervention I opted for a quick retreat to find my camera and document this magnificent display of literary censorship at it's finest.

Daddy's Juice

2011-07-22T10:38:00.000-04:00

Yup, that's exactly what Lady Belle said as she pointed to this empty bottle on the counter; and after a long day of work in an office with subpar air conditioning--I bet it's just as refreshing as her apple juice.

My apologies to those who believe it's a sin to legally consume alcohol and expect your underage children to follow those same legal standards. It's also a sin to be prideful and judgmental . . .

Intervention!!!

2011-06-27T23:20:00.000-04:00

I just found myself researching minivans today . . . for the sole purpose of finding a vehicle large enough to allow me the luxury of sitting as far away as possible from my (ever sweet) Hellcats.

Any suggestions?

Chocoholics Anonymous

2011-06-16T23:19:00.000-04:00

Lady Belle is quite possibly one of the most dainty eaters I've encountered in a while (she gets it from me)--that is, until she's confronted with chocolate (also mine). For some reason the mere sight, smell (probably sound) of chocolate turns my mild mannered Sugar Drop into some other-worldly, half-vampire love child. Basically she temporarily adopts the 'Finn Method' for food consumption.

PS: I love my children so much!!

One For Every Day Of The Week

2011-05-18T22:08:00.000-04:00

Well trembling tracks (for those Thomas fans out there)!! I'm smitten with all the toddler girl rompers available. I want Lady M in all of them!! If the Universe is listening, she's size 2T and looks adorable in any color. Now all I need are matching Band-Aids . . .

Where Have You Been?

2011-05-17T22:46:00.001-04:00

We got iPhones a few weeks ago and I'm addicted to Words with Friends and Boggle--oh, and I've been killing it selling wine! I'm secretly in love with my boss--she's Ah-mazing! She requires I sip each wine at a tasting, let's me work flex time and thinks I have the most adorable twins in the entire world.

Dave (excuse me, I must start referring to him only as 'Daddy' since Lady M started saying 'Dave' over and over again recently) has been a trooper about my wine business (of course, he gets to sample the inventory regularly so it's a win/win). One happy bonus, the twins are getting to spend more quality time with Daddy and (secretly) I think Daddy is enjoying his new mini fan club.

This past weekend I attended my first official event as a vendor for the 4th Annual Taste of Wilmington Food & Wine event. I enlisted the help of some wonderful friends to greet the 500+ guests on hand. It was a crazy, fun time.

In other news, preschool ends for the summer next week and I'm currently in denial. I would say we'll spend the summer at the beach and pool--but we've reached that magical age of defiance and irrational independence which doesn't seem to fit well with wide open spaces and deep waters.

Here's a picture of the munchkins to hold you over till my next random post.

Who Doesn't Love Grandchildren?

2011-05-04T22:56:00.001-04:00

That's what my Grandma declared earlier this evening and she makes a very compelling case. Her basic philosophy being parents are so busy trying to do the right thing and focused on being the best parents for their children they often miss out on the simple joys and love children can bring. At least that's her main justification for spoiling us rotten when we were little (not complaining one bit).

On that note, I'm looking forward to becoming a grandparent (in 30 years, of course). I plan to spoil my grandchildren R.O.T.T.E.N. and love every stinkin' minute of it!!

Did You Document It?

2011-05-02T23:25:00.001-04:00

We've reached yet another milestone . . . double skinned knees!! Right before bath time, Dave asked if I'd taken a photo of their first ever Band-Aids (silly question).

Both twins were rather intrigued by the new 'stickers'; but ultimately very excited to have their own 'boo boo'. Looks like Mommy needs to grab some super cool Elmo Band-Aids the next time she's out shopping.

Picasso Strikes Again!

2011-04-21T10:15:00.000-04:00

I was 'one of those' women convinced I'd never let my children color on furniture, write on walls or do anything remotely undignified as crushing crayons into the carpet. Seriously, all one need do is watch your children and they won't destroy the leather ottoman you got on clearance for a truly 'irreplaceable' price, right?

Then I had twins and those twins became toddlers . . . I promise to never judge another mother (so long as we both shall live). After an entire day of fighting for the same exact toy, crying because one was staring into the other's personal space, and demanding to be carried from Point A to Point B and then back again, come 5 o'clock Mommy was relieved by the quiet contentment a few crayons and a coloring book could bring.

Of course, that contentment turned into the unusual sound of scrapping against the wall. A sound that falls into the 'things that shouldn't make a noise when you're playing' category. Yup, my little delinquents were coloring on the wall--right beside me. I've no credible excuse for not catching the vandals before it was too late.

Many heart-felt thanks to Mr. Clean and his Magic Eraser (so refreshing when a product actually lives up to its fanciful name).

Well, of course, I took a picture of the bandits caught in the act.

I'm saving these moments for my 'Your First Real Paycheck

Should Buy Mommy A Diamond Necklace' scrapbook.

Let's Just Say

2011-04-15T14:31:00.002-04:00

I'm thrilled this is not me. We don't know them, but their story was a possible path for us at one time. I'm sending them a ton blessings on a challenging, yet rewarding, life.

Strange Things Happen When The Sun Goes Down

2011-04-13T15:56:00.000-04:00

Yesterday two tricycles arrived in the mail for Finn & Belle! They're 'early' birthday presents from Nana & Pap Pap and couldn't have come at a better time. The weather is perfect right now and the only place the twins want to be is outside in their wagon or blowing bubbles (very charmed life, indeed).

With the introduction of these little trikes comes the official end to my quest for parking both cars in our two car garage (shoot me if we ever become a three car family before there are three legitimate drivers in this household).

Next step, Tricycle Pronunciation and Physical Training School. Right now they're called 'cycles' and only seem to work when Mommy pushes them . . .

Here's some photos of the new wheels (What? You thought they'd be of the twins? Haven't you seen enough of them already!?!):

For some reason, a wave of nostalgia convinced me this was not only possible, but also would be fun--in the end it just made me feel way, way, way too old. I remember rockin' the Hot Wheels 3-Wheeler back in 'da day' at my Grandma's--that ride did not feel so . . . snug.

There were a few minutes when we thought an emergency run to Toys R Us would be necessary to replace one little boy's dream--crisis averted!

Crimes Against Technology

2011-04-04T22:53:00.000-04:00

Most of my mommy friends have iPhones. and apparently they all look like this. I can't WAIT to get mine! I wonder if Apple will ship it already broken and save me the hassle.

Daddy, He's Your Son

2011-03-30T10:44:00.000-04:00

I assumed all little boys put Kix up their nose.

Then I called 'Aunt Shannon' who said 'not all boys.'

I'll only claim her as my own because she has the good sense

to accessorize with any available object.

There's Simply No Excuse

2011-03-29T13:53:00.000-04:00

I decided to bake some chocolate chip cookies the other day; the old-fashioned way--store bought cookie dough, already portioned, ready for baking. This concept is really a brilliant idea. There's no dirty kitchen. No sticky fingers. No thought.

Exhibit A: The Mutant Cookies

I'm still trying to figure out what went wrong. My execution was not as 'turn key' as anticipated. Quite frankly, I feel the need to submit a formal apology to my children and husband. Apparently when Mommy's in the kitchen it's a culinary roller coaster ride of extreme food highs and some super bombs that no normal dog would eat (completely justifying why my dogs are officially abnormal).

While these cookies were definitely not 'show-worthy'; they still tasted good and were completely devoured . . . mostly by me.

Happy Little Paddy's

2011-03-18T11:22:00.000-04:00

God bless the genius who invented the bubble machine! We heart you!

Happy belated St. Patrick's Day! We rocked our beer mug hats again this year--seemed like the right thing to do!

Diva Da'ling & Super Star

2011-03-13T15:13:00.001-04:00

Spring is coming and all the parenting magazines are pushing responsible sun care for the wee ones. I finally bought the twins some sunglasses--or more accurately I acquired two additional items to break, lose and fight over.

Regardless, they love them and will eventually understand their intended purpose (people watching incognito).

Diva Da'ling loved taking them off;

then putting them back on again . . . repeatedly.

Super Star enjoyed scrapping them against hard surfaces

and other acts of death and destruction.

And The Oscar Goes To . . .

2011-03-10T22:45:00.000-05:00

Finn! For his dramatic role in the hit movie Diaper Changes.

Here's a preview of what critics are calling:

'Heart Wrenching!' - Mommy
'Un-called For!' - Daddy
'Couldn't stop watching!' - Sister

Dirty Obsessions

2011-03-09T10:12:00.000-05:00

Ever since we returned from our trip to New York, the twins have been obsessed with these miniature airplanes we purchased at the airport. Obsessed--as in eat, sleep and breathe every moment with their airplanes.

Earlier this week they began sleeping with them (currently not regretting this decision--yet). Yesterday, we reached another crossroads--should they eat with them? My instincts screamed 'NO!" It's hard enough getting the twins to focus on eating, let alone comprehending that sticky fingers only touch napkins (should probably introduce the napkin at some point).

Instantly, my vision became clouded with images of action figures covered in mashed potatoes and barbies smothered in ketchup. I already hate cleaning up after mealtime. Barbie would never get a bath, she'd take a trip to the nearest GoodWill where we'd officially become known as Those People who donate insults rather than reusable items.

I held my ground during lunch; however, by dinner my resolve broke. Have you experienced Finn's 'wounded bird' pout (he's on to me). Obviously, I accept this bad habit with full responsibility (doesn't mean I have to like it).

This morning, all five of us had a peaceful and loving breakfast together (and yes, I did clean the airplanes afterwards--they were bought at a premium in Concourse D).

Dramatic Interpretations

2011-03-02T21:08:00.000-05:00

This morning I asked the twins if they wanted to get ready to go outside. While I was searching for their day clothes they were busy 'getting ready to go outside' . . .

Lady Belle actually put on her shoes and hat, an 'A' for effort.

Never mind the shoes are on the wrong feet . . .

Well, Finn, he ran and grabbed . . . a shoe . . .

from Mommy's closet . . . A+ for creativity!!

It's Been A Long Time . . .

2011-02-28T11:11:00.000-05:00

Since someone said 'I don't know how you do it, with twins'. Last Friday I tortured at least 15 people, a poor waitress, and myself by taking the twins to a weekly breakfast with friends; an event I normally enjoy while the twins are in school.

Mirabelle threw all three pieces of my bacon on the floor. Which is a serious misdemeanor in our house (as I love bacon--and at that moment in time, slightly more than my children). Finn wasn't interested in eating, sitting or (thankfully) bacon. He was, however, interested in climbing bar stools, running for the nearest exit and exploring any area with an 'employees only' sign attached.

We've finally reached a point where eating out is not nearly as enjoyable as past experiences (crying on the inside). On the positive side, we can start eating outside again--apparently our little haven of coastal oasis is being spared by the nation's arctic blasts.

For those just checking in, I'm not a big fan of feeding the twins at home 3x a day. More accurately, I'm not a fan of cleaning up after feeding the twins 3x a day. However, things are slightly better, thanks to preschool! Instead of the ritual plate tossing when they're done eating, the twins now simply push their plates back and say some incomprehensible form of 'all done'.

Of course, as I write this, Lady Belle decides to dump her cereal on her tray and toss the bowl to the floor . . .

Introducing Something New

2011-02-16T22:56:00.001-05:00

Well, I apologize for the neglect. Things have been moving quickly this month. For starters, I've taken the plunge into something new. I'm now an Independent Wine Consultant for WineShop At Home.

Basically, I get paid to hang out with cool people and drink wine all day--Best. Job. Ever. Actually, I just pretend to drink wine all day (don't judge; I'm selling a reputation). With that said, I'd officially like to introduce something new:

It's official, I'm now an Independent Wine Consultant for WineShop At Home. Some of you have heard me talk about this recently. Dave and I decided this business would be the perfect opportunity for us to meet new people locally and for me to spend some of my 'free time' on making a little extra money while working from home. Our main focus as a family, of course, is loving and raising Finn & Belle--that's why this new business is so perfect. I can manage the majority of it without having to sacrifice quality time away from our sweet 'babies' (they're not really babies any more; but they sure are sweet!).

With that said, we'd love your support as we launch into this new opportunity. Many of you are too far away to support me at the local level by hosting a private wine tasting; however, you can support me by visiting my website and joining our wine of the month club. You can also view the various wines and products sold, if you see something you like, feel free to order it through my site. If you have any questions about our products, I'd be happy to answer them. Here's a link to my website:

www.carolinawineshop.com

WineShop At Home is a direct sales winery operating out of Napa Valley, CA. They specialize in producing reserve-quality, limited production, artisan wines. You can only buy these wines through me or another Independent Wine Consultant (pick me! pick me!). My business is solely based on word-of-mouth, so any efforts you can make to help spread the word about my new business opportunity is greatly appreciated.

If you're interested in learning how to become an Independent Wine Consultant yourself, let me know. I'd love to share this fun experience with you!

And there you have it: the perfect job for a stay at home mother of twins. Wish us luck!

The Reality of Fantasies

2011-02-07T23:46:00.001-05:00

During our one, brief, shining foray into warmer weather, we spent some time admiring all the boats docked at the marina while taking lunch at Dockside.

This one was right next to the restaurant and my first choice as a possible future boat purchase--until Dave mentioned the only way we could call it ours was if it were our permanent residence:

Maybe this one is more within the rehelm of possibility. We could call it 'Fertility Treatment' in honor of it's price tag:

However, if we're being painfully honest, this is realistically the only boat we should own; and not nearly as satisfying to fantasize about:

Beach Life Is The Good Life

2011-02-02T21:13:00.000-05:00

So read the bumper sticker on the back of a local car--after this weekend, I'd have to agree.

While most of the United States is cloaked in some kind of polar changing, alternate reality, Al Gore apocalyptic weather pattern, we've been sitting pretty with mostly sunny upper 60's weather (please don't hate).

In fact, Sunday was just about perfect. After church we took the kids out for lunch at Dockside--a local restaurant with a ton of patio seating along the Intercoastal waterway. It was the good life and I've the pictures to prove it.

Feel free to check the weather and come on down for a visit--you know, between plowing snow every 15 minutes or visiting Lowcountry oyster roasts . . . (of course, now I've jinxed everything).

Watching the boats and birds, coloring, enjoying the sun, waiting for some fried shrimp . . .

One day, I promise, Lady Belle's hair will actually look, well, like a Lady.

Bubble Wrap Appreciation Day

2011-01-31T09:02:00.000-05:00

Happy 50th Anniversary Bubble Wrap. Here's a fun site to surf while you pretend to work (or ignore your children--don't judge).

http://www.bubblewrapfun.com/

Random Conversations

2011-01-30T22:03:00.000-05:00

Overheard while driving home from church:

Me: 'Finnlay, please don't open the car door while Daddy is driving. You could fall out and get hurt. You'd feel really bad and Mommy would be very, very sad. You're irreplaceable--one of a kind.'

Dave: 'Unlike Daddy, who has an identical brother, which makes him two of a kind . . . '

Don't worry, folks. We've activated the child safety locks on the car now that the twins have located the door handles and found immeasurable joy in touching them.

Say 'Cheese!!'

2011-01-27T13:46:00.001-05:00

The Dynamic Duo is actually smiling for the camera these days. Here's some pictures of the twins eating grilled cheese sandwiches while saying 'Cheese' for the camera.

Eating Out Saves . . . Something

2011-01-24T14:10:00.000-05:00

Just a quick update on the 2011 Resolutions: Current count 5 for 11! Almost halfway to the finish line--because doing something 'once' does count as 'regularly' since it's only January [insert cheeky grin].

Last weekend was Only Child Day for Finn & I. We picked up Finn's new girlfriend 'Aunt Ash' and did some shopping, then enjoyed a relaxing lunch.

On Sunday, we all FINALLY went to church for the very first time as a family. We dropped the twins off in the nursery--Dave & Finn both struggled with this transition (men!). Then Dave & I enjoyed a wonderfully quiet, calming, relaxing (Dave would add boring) church service. After that we headed out for lunch to celebrate the monumental occasion of being awake, dressed and out of the house before 2pm on a Sunday.

You see a trend . . . Emily likes to eat out--for so many reasons. The main one being someone else gets the honor of cleaning up after my toddlers. Because cleaning up after the twins often ends in hallucinations of raising swine. Which couldn't possibly come from my gene pool, leaving Dave the sole carrier of these mutant genes. Then the cycle of resentment sets in and suddenly spending $30 to feed a family of four in order to spare feelings of resentment seems ridiculously cheap. Thus, eating out saves . . . my sanity.

Mildly Creepy

2011-01-20T21:51:00.001-05:00

Tonight was 'Buddy Night' at preschool. A special one hour arts and crafts time for Daddy and the twins. I arrived a little early to pick them up--thus proving the theory I CAN be on time when I've only myself to dress and feed. I couldn't resist watching them through the classroom window (Hello, Creepy). As if sitting in a parked car after dark staring into a classroom full of toddlers isn't obsessive enough, I also felt compelled to take a few photos (Hello, Stalker).

Dave holding Finn and The Pink Swan, Mirabelle, taking flight.

Daddy stealing kisses from Finn [insert collective sigh].

After a few bizarre stares from people in the parking lot,

I finally went legit and walked inside.

I ♥ GYM

2011-01-20T21:29:00.005-05:00

Today we visited a local gymnastics facility for our morning activity. Every Wednesday and Thursday morning the facility holds Open Gym for toddlers to explore the equipment and tumble around for two high octane hours.

Finn & Belle had a blast (so did Mommy). Here's the video to prove it.

I think what Finn & Belle loved most about this place was the decided lack of flashy plastic toys (or maybe that was just me). The facility was large and the various floors and mats were fun to climb, run, jump and bounce on. Hands down, the best part was watching Finn & Belle chase each other while laughing hysterically.

My advice to all you toddler parents: Google local gymnastic facilities in your area. Most of them offer something like this for a small fee (it cost $5/per child for us). In fact, I think my new favorite gift for any child turning two will be passes to Carolina Gymnastics Academy.

The English To English Translator

2011-01-17T21:02:00.000-05:00

For the past 12 months I've been mildly obsessed with teaching the twins to talk (yes, since they were 6 months old); mainly in an effort to spend less time deciphering grunts, gestures, whines and more time focusing on other important things like what "I" want to wear, eat or do. You would too if you lived in some remote temperate jungle with knee-high natives begging you for milk--no wait, juice; to read only the first two pages of every book and hold their sippy cup in your left hand, now right hand, now give it back--you thief!

One of my friends thinks this obsession is ridiculous (in her defense she's endured my repetitive complaints since May of last year). I believe she said: 'Why in the world are you stressing over something that will come no matter what you do!?!' My reply: 'Because I have nothing else better to do.'

She's absolutely right. For the most part, Finn & Belle are hitting all their language milestones with perfect punctuality (must have gotten that from their Oma-ma). So now I spend most of my days decoding various attempts made at speaking the English language. Then I spend a portion of each evening translating those words into something coherent for their Daddy.

Here's what I've translated so far:

Cacka = Cracker

Cookie = Cookie or Cookie Monster

Car = Car, Truck, Airplane, or Cold

Ear = Ear

Mommy = Mommy, More, Help, Fix, Do, Fetch, Grab, Get, Go, etc.

Daddy = Daddy

Up = Up or Down

Baby = Baby, Doll, Bailey, Blueberries or Bumblebee Slippers

Sock = Sock

Shoe = Shoe

La La = Lavender

'La La La La' (tune for Elmo's World) = Elmo or Sesame St.

El La La = Ellen

Dia-dar = Diaper

Hey Ya Ya = Telephone, Cellphone or Daddy

Nana = Nana or Banana

Mama = Oma-ma

Poopy = Dirty Diaper

Bye Bye = Good Bye or Toilet (don't ask)

Circle = Circle

Ball = Ball

Eat = Eat

Mah = Milk or More

Da = Finn or Belle's nickname

Dog = Dog, Cat, Horse, Goat, anything with 4 legs

Only Child Day

2011-01-11T14:16:00.000-05:00

We're 1 : 11 on the New Year's Resolution front, not bad if the goal is to accomplish one resolution per month (it's all about pacing oneself). On Sunday, Lady Belle and I spent the afternoon together. I 'whined' and dined her at the finest of luncheon spots (Sam's Club) and took her to the local zoo (Wal-Mart).

Apparently, I've done a stellar job of lowering the twins' expectations since the best part of our outing was carrying my little Lady to and from the car. Don't get me wrong, she enjoyed every moment of Mommy's undivided attention, but specifically enjoyed viewing the world from the towering vista of Mommy's arms--rather than confined to the stroller. I equally enjoyed stealing kisses and talking nonsense to anyone caring to listen.

Dave took Finn to do some man's man stuff (shoe shopping) and then stopped for a cup of joe at the bookstore, where I hear Finn was a big hit with the ladies. Finn must have enjoyed his Daddy time, he spent the rest of the day saying 'shoe'.

Eating the best hot dogs $1.88 can buy.

Chillin' in her very own Walmart shopping cart with no

pesky brother touching her side.

'Preschool Prep Company Presents!'

2011-01-10T14:27:00.001-05:00

Alright, last summer I begged the 'Universe' for portable DVD players to use on extended road trips. I promised only to show educational DVD's and I kept 80% of my bargain (Belle just HAD to meet Belle from Beauty & The Beast).

For the most part, the twins alternate between two DVDs teaching them the alphabet and numbers. These DVDs are a series from the Preschool Prep Company. I found them at a local Learning Express Toys store and chose them because their covers displayed about twenty different awards (possibly all made up, but impressive to look at).

If you've been fortunate enough to ride in our party-mobile then you've possibly experienced the joy and wonder of these DVDs. They gained such glowing reviews like (NOTE: excessive exclamation points used to convey the intensity of emotions felt):

'This is about as exciting as watching grass grow!!!'

'How do you listen to this over and over again!?!"

'I don't like the repetition. It's REALLY annoying!!!'

'Do you have anything more stimulating for them to watch!?!'

'I'll ride home in the other car . . . '

Well 'Haters', I'd like to inform you that my 18 month old children can now recognize and say their letters and numbers. I have no idea what this actually means, as I've no clue how to teach them to apply this information usefully. So, we'll just sit patiently on this little gem until someone explains the next step . . .

Gender Blind

2011-01-04T23:17:00.000-05:00

Recently, Mirabelle approved various short mergers between her hair and bow clips. To facilitate these unions, I've been making a concerted effort to offer her a bow every morning, show her herself wearing it in a mirror, and praise her on how pretty it looks.

Unfortunately, Finn is usually standing next to us watching and wants in on the 'fun'. My instinctive response is to give him a bow and let the public school system sort it all out later (that's why teachers get paid the big bucks, right--wait . . . ).

Instead, I called my babies' Daddy to seek his counsel on this gender issue. After all, he is the one who taught them how to grab stuffed animals by the mouth and shake them from side to side, lick their plates clean, and throw their hands up in the air while running around the house screaming as a form of interpretive dance.

After rattling through our standard game of 'It Could Be Worse' with favorites like: 'wait till he wants his fingernails painted' or 'wait till he wants his ears pierced'; Dave suggested I get Finn some hats--or better yet, cool sweatbands (with matching armbands of course). Not such bad advice from a guy who thinks all children should have 4:30p bedtimes.

So hats for Finn and bows for Belle. Now it's time to search 'The Internets' for some nifty--yet manly, headgear for my little boy who is gender blind.

Reset The New Year Button

2011-01-02T22:19:00.000-05:00

Here's why I absolutely LOVE New Year's Day: it's a chance to collectively reflect on the previous year and reset priorities, ambitions and goals for the new one. Granted, this could be done at any point in time; but since the rest of the Western World is doing it right now--I will too.

Start going to church again (that would require finding one).
Take Lavender for a walk every (maybe, other) day.
De-poop the backyard at least once a week.
Have a date night once a month--preferably with my husband (kidding).
Go to bed early during the week.
Keep the garage, office and guest room more organized.
Sign the family up for one 5K Fun Run (even if we only walk the entire race).
Establish special 'Only Child' time with each baby on the weekends.
Start a writing project (no need to finish it--starting it would be the biggest hurdle).
Figure out a brilliant way to make easy (and legal) money without having to actually work.
Keep the dogs (and my eyebrows) regularly groomed.

Happy New Year!! It's a new blank slate; time to paint it pretty!!!

Perfect Little Gifts

2010-12-28T08:49:00.001-05:00

Here's ANOTHER video from yours truly; this one documents Christmas Eve and morning. My family and Uncle Dan helped us celebrate with the twins. We spread out the gift bonanza throughout the day on Christmas Eve, so the babes wouldn't get too overwhelmed.

Enjoy!

Merry Christmas To All!

2010-12-19T22:47:00.001-05:00

Personalize funny videos and birthday eCards at JibJab!

e.'s Favorite Things 2010

2010-12-14T23:41:00.004-05:00

***DISCLAIMER: No one paid me to write this post (but they should have). I'm about to endorse some of my favorite gift ideas for the holidays and the only way I'm getting paid for this is if you kindly click (a few hundred times) on the google ads to the right of the screen.***

Oprah's not the only one who can create a gift guide for the Holidays. In fact, I've become so obsessed with cyber shopping since Thanksgiving that I've decided to share with you fine people some of my favorite gift giving ideas--in case you needed some creative help.

But first, have you heard of Ebates.com? It's my new favorite shopping buddy and a fairly user friendly search engine of online retailers offering the best deals and discounts. I'm getting cash back for my holiday shopping this year!! If you create an account with Ebates and shop at any of their partnered retailers, you can get anywhere from 1% to 15% cash back on your total purchases.

Ebates uses some sort of magical (potentially intrusive) tracking method to calculate your online orders and then sends a check every quarter with your cash back rewards. I should be getting a small check sometime in February for this new found obsession (just in time to buy the twins another pair of shoes--lucky me).

Without further ado, here's some neat ideas for those of you needing a little inspiration:

Budget Friendly Ideas:
Shop the stocking stuffer sections of super pretentious, uber-trendy stores like Restoration Hardware, Land of Nod, William Sonoma, Pottery Barn, etc. Who knows, you might actually find something small you can afford The store name alone adds more value to the item's monetary worth. Remember to get a gift box so you can 'name drop' where that sucker came from!

Sip 'N' Swirl glasses from Restoration Hardware for only $5.49! Best. Useless. Gift. Ever.

Baby's First Christmas ornament from Land of Nod for only $9.95 plus free shipping! The perfect ornament to dangle from the bottom of the tree where 'someone' will most likely be hanging out.

Thoughtful Ideas:
Monogram it for the person who has everything, or what they want you'll never be able to afford. Personalized hand towels for a guest bathroom, beach towels for the teacher (or overly tanned friend), apron for the aspiring chef or just about anything monogrammed for that friend who clips bows to her shoes.

Monogrammed Oval Paperwhite Soap Set from Pottery Barn for $39 plus free shipping! This is perfect for someone who has everything or just moved into a new house: because, really, who in their right mind would spend good money on monogrammed soap--but still nice to show off in any guest bathroom!

Gift of Nothing by Patrick McDonnell. One year I gave this awesome book to all my sweet girlfriends (and kept a copy for myself). It's perfect, simple, and says it all. Can't wait to actually read it to the babies.

Foodie Ideas:
Gourmet food for the family feast you couldn't attend is always a plus--and will ensure you're not forgotten at the dinner table (I've yet to try some of these items, so feel free to ship them my way . . . ).

Chocolate Chocolate Croissants from William Sonoma for $39. Oprah swears by the original ones, the fact these use the word 'chocolate' twice have won me over regardless of their ridiculous price.

Gift box of 4 cookies from Levain Bakery in NYC for $22. I've HAD these amazing cookies, right before I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes--quite possibly why I was diagnosed. One cookie is the size of Mt. Everest--so four are well worth the $22 and will keep 8 grown adults satisfied.

Awesome Almond pound cake from Cakes by Jane for $36.95. Endorsed by Food Network, Southern Living, Bon Appetit and me these pound cakes are worth it. The baker is from Asheville, NC so if you're wanting to send something from the South this is the winning ticket. There are other flavors like key lime, lemon, turtle, etc.

Book Ideas:
Back in 2000 I started collecting that year's Pulitzer Prize novel for fiction. Now, every year, Dave gets me the newest hardcover for Christmas to add to my collection. But if snobby book awards are not your thing, go for funky almanacs, pretty coffee table books and favorite children's books from when you were little.

Schott's Almanac is an annual gift at our house. This book chronicles the weird, bizarre and curious events and statistics from the past year (perfect for the bathroom reader).

The Hunger Games Box Set by Suzanne Collins. Alright, don't be hatin' but I really liked this trilogy. It's been the most absorbing teen read since I ventured into the Twilight series a few years ago. Good news, no waiting for the release of more books, the series is finished and Hollywood is about to start casting for the first installment of movies. So, if you have a twi-hard on your list--give them this set and thank me later.

Anything by Taschen. Taschen is an amazing German publisher that continues to produce amazing art books from as little as $15 dollars to upwards of $4500 (yup). When I worked in Marketing I use to browse various Taschen books to gain artistic inspiration for ad campaigns, etc.

For the Toddler(s) In Your Life:

Alright, here are some of the items the twins are getting--or have already gotten (due to an overly curious attraction to colorfully wrapped packages sitting under a blinking tree that might as well have a huge sign attached saying 'I'm right here! Open me! Open me! Open me!').

Little Reader chairs by P'kolino. Let's just say one arrived this evening and we were so thrilled Dave wants an adult version (not sure if one exists . . . ). I've been dying to create a reading nook in the nursery. Currently our 'library' is a long pile of books stacked against a wall that Finn tries to sit on when he's 'reading' a story.

Kitchen Accessory Kit by Melissa & Doug. At the moment the twins are rummaging through a few harmless drawers I've left open for safari. Unfortunately, I've about had it with rolling up the saran wrap for the 800th time. So my compromise is this: the twins get only ONE drawer to play in but it's filled with some pretty pint sized cooking equipment.

Dantoy Crocodile Rocker by Original Toy Company. Boojah! I've got twins, guess what they can do . . . play together!! Don't be hatin' (seriously don't). We already gave this to them when it arrived and even though they can both ride it or one can sit in the middle and rock--I've heard more screaming than laughter . . .

Weebles Treehouse Value Pack by Playskool. This was one of our Odes to Mindless Entertainment and good old-fashioned consumerism gifts. So, naturally, it's a gift from Santa--'nuff said.

Little People Racin' Ramps Garage by Fisher Price. Gift number two in our Mindless Ode . . .

Merry 4ft. Christmas!!

2010-12-12T16:44:00.003-05:00

I was terrified of putting up a tree this year. Who cares the tree was cut from it's roots, stuck in water to prolong it's pending death and then subjected to embarrassing forms of holiday fashion--I was more worried about the wee ones terrorizing it mercilessly (Mommy's collection of Crate & Barrel clearance ornaments are irreplaceable, as in she'd never be able to buy them for that cheap again--EVER!).

My friends suggested putting a baby gate around the tree to deter the twins--too bad I sold it this past fall at the Twin Moms' Thrift Sale. Actually, I sold it because the little Einsteins' knew how to open it.

Nonetheless, we purchased and decorated our tree last weekend. Good news: it's still standing--even after numerous attempts to yank the strands of lights, pull down any ornament within a 4 ft. clearance and rip open two wrapped presents.

The novelty finally wore off a few days ago and these monsters-disguised-as-angels seem uninterested in our twinkling new home accessory . . . for now.

The half decorated tree.

Where Do Llamas Poop?

2010-12-06T08:44:00.000-05:00

Apparently in the middle of the street during a parade.

But more importantly, how do you clean up after a Llama poops in the street?

By sweeping it to the sidewalk . . . right next to where you are sitting.

We watched our first Holiday parade with the babies this past weekend. It was insanely cold, but with the proper gear--super duper new winter coats for the twins, we had a blast!

The parade didn't start till 7:30p, prime time for putting two toddlers to bed for the night--but it was a Friday night so we made an exception. The best part about this parade: free candy, tooth brushes (thanks to a very practical dentist) and one cute stuffed Santa from some anonymous float. These items, I'm told, are crucial to the success of any reputable parade.

We loved this particular float by Autumn Care, an assisted living facility; mainly because they were grooving to 'Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer' the entire time.

Happy Thanksgiving, M'F@#$!!

2010-11-30T21:52:00.001-05:00

Hugs & Kisses,

Finn & Belle

PS:

It was only bad when the evil egg and sperm donors tried to make us pose for a thousand lame photos. Other than that, the trip was tight. We got to deconstruct ancient relics the Giants called 'toys' at Grandma's house.

Didn't have to do too much to get someone's attention, bartered hugs and kisses for food, stayed up late and continued the par-tay early every morning, ate like a future Kobayashi 'nana pudding champ and left enough carnage behind for even Helen Keller to follow our tracks.

Oh, Mom says it's time for bed (whatever). Later peeps--keepin' it real in the 910. fb

PSS:

Mom (she asked we call her Mommy, but that's for babies) wanted us to post this stupid picture. We tried to look resentful and wanting to gag (worked like a charm).

Nobody Puts Baby On The Floor

2010-11-22T15:22:00.005-05:00

Aunt G sent an early Christmas surprise this weekend. Two hand made, from Germany, all natural baby dolls for the twins. Belle has developed a definite attachment to her belongings. Of late, she refuses to leave her room without her blanket, tag rag, giraffe binkie, and Violet--her purple talking dog (it takes her about five minutes to make it three feet across her room; she refuses to make more than one trip). Now she's adding her Baby to the mix.

Finn has yet to throw Baby out of his crib at night while he's depositing his pillow, blanket, Scout, and other plush contraptions--this is a good sign.

I filmed a brief video showing the twins playing with their Babies. It seems Finn loves his Baby, but still has a strong attachment to throwing objects on the floor--thank goodness there's Sister Belle to save the day . . .

Enjoy!

It's A Pizza Party!

2010-11-22T15:05:00.000-05:00

'Auntie' Sarah's sweet boy turned two last week. She rented out a local pizzeria for the big event. Each tiny guest made their own pizza and received a custom chef's apron (because, naturally . . . this was a Sarah Event).

We had the best time EVER!

Yes, Dah'ling; you could make a trash bag look fabulous.

There will be cake, right? I was specifically told there was cake at this event.

Finn was more interested in eating the cheese than making his pizza--

Lady Belle just wanted her crayons back.

Outdoor Retreat

2010-11-22T14:44:00.002-05:00

The back patio tile is sealed and the furniture delivered (our joint birthday gifts to each other). Here's the finished product. You're all invited to come sit out back and have a drink; in trade we ask you watch our kids while we take a much needed nap.

Check out the ferns! I managed to keep them alive all summer!

Finn is modeling our patio set from Target.

We have lunch out here almost every day--the cushions are indestructible!!

Lady Belle intrigued by the dog door--which Bailey is FINALLY using on a regular basis (except when it rains, then she pees on the tile).

Note To Self

2010-11-18T14:59:00.001-05:00

I've learned a lot these past two weeks. Here's what I've managed to remember from it all:

One person CAN raise twins all by themselves, but two people make it so much easier (Dave was traveling most of last week for work).
If you keep serving the same thing every night for dinner, eventually your children will break down and eat it (Mommy made too many mashed potatoes, so she turned them into potato pancakes and will continue serving them until they are all gone).
Car accidents make the heart grow fonder (yes, we were in one over the weekend and yes we are all very grateful to be okay-- the car will be in the shop for the rest of the month).
When your child's toe breaks through the sole of his shoe, it's time for a new pair--or your other child starts ripping out the inner soles of her shoes, it's time for a new pair (either way, we had to buy new shoes this weekend for the twins. Already!?! I know, right?).
Always remember to ask 'is this covered under our insurance?' (I mistakenly asked for an $800 alternative endometriosis therapy medication that might not be covered under our insurance plan--whoops! I wonder what sort of return policy there is for a used Mirena . . .).

For now, that is all.

The Deceptive Detective

2010-11-09T15:32:00.002-05:00

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about what and how to feed the twins. Mirabelle will eat anything sweet tasting: fruits, candies, cookies, cakes, etc. She'll eat most cheeses and some meat but really has no taste for vegetables. Finn, however, will actually try vegetables and hates fruit; but loves other sweet things like graham crackers, cookies, candy, etc.

Developmentally, we are entering those dark days of dining where the floor gets fed more than the twins. Everything I've read suggests this is normal and will eventually phase away--but I can't help but wonder 'if only I cooked it better', 'tried a different technique', 'coated it in ketchup . . .'

Then I heard about Jessica Seinfeld's cookbook for picky eaters called Deceptively Delicious. When I first heard about it I rejected the idea of 'hiding' vegetables in brownies, cupcakes and chicken nuggets. I'm still recovering from being lied to about Santa--why would I break my children's trust by sneaking quality nutrition into their daily diets?

Jessica was recently on Oprah; which I accidentally deleted before realizing she's the author of Deceptively Delicious (at the time thinking 'who the heck is Jessica and why do I care what Jerry Seinfeld's wife has to say?').

So now I'm searching the web trying to find out about deceptive cooking. So far, it sounds like a ton of work. Before you actually make any meal, you have to prep the hidden vegetables into purees by steaming or cooking them for a hundred years.

In my sleuthing, I stumbled on two pretty cool articles from Jezebel and the NY Times. The NY Times article was mainly about a recent study on picky eating and addressed the method of deceptive cooking. Apparently the majority of toddler food preferences are genetic and the best methods to deal with them are patience and repetition (so got this last one in the bag--I have to do EVERYTHING twice!!).

So, if we are genetically wired to hate broccoli then it's okay to steam it, puree it and hid it in the chocolate pudding? Here's were I still have issues and the psychologists seemed to agree. The other 20% of food preferences are learned behaviors--if you never introduce broccoli in it's God-intended form; how will you ever learn to eat it smothered in cheese sauce (another God-intended form). Then there is the issue of trust--if you knowingly hide spinach in the brownie and call it a 'brownie' instead of a 'spinach brownie' are you teaching your children that lying is okay, as long as Mommy is doing it?

Let's not forget about the added work involved in making these deceptive foods. Should it really take three hours to make chicken nuggets (that's how long it would probably take me to prep, steam, puree, cook, and clean . . . Mommy would rather chat with you fine readers)?

At the end of the day, I'm going to keep offering the green beans in green bean form--even if Belle ignores them and Finn flings them on the floor (yesterday's sad performance). Both Dave and I love food of all kinds and we will try anything. I want the twins to grow up enjoying this variety as well. If that means we waste a year's worth of vegetables that could possibly feed a small starving nation--in order for me to repeatedly introduce squash, then we waste them!! This is America!!!

Round & Round, Up & Down

2010-11-04T13:56:00.000-04:00

The county fair is in town right now. Yesterday they opened early for 'Preschool Day'. We met our friend Charlie out with her little Boo.

The fair only opened those rides suitable for preschool kids and at the main stage they had free drinks, snacks, and some guy with a crazy guitar singing children's music. One can only assume the twins enjoyed their adventure, the majority of the day was spent in blank stare and wonder.

We rode the carousel, a mini train and some fire truck contraption that rotated up and down. We're definitely doing this again next year, it was well worth the $6!!

1 out of 3 children want their Mommy . . .

First time on a carousel, they got a little nervous when it actually started

and ended up sharing a saddle.

On the train headed to nowhere.

First in line for the fire truck ride, I assume Finn liked it

since he spent the majority of our wait trying to unlock the gate.

Live Action Short

2010-11-02T16:18:00.003-04:00

Now that the twins are extremely mobile, I find we're taking more videos than pictures. Here's our very first video montage capturing some of October's best moments. We had a blast visiting and seeing all our family and friends.

Enjoy!

Halloween 2.0

2010-11-01T13:15:00.001-04:00

Dear Halloween, we miss you already. Oma-ma came down to spend the weekend with us and celebrate Halloween with the twins (of course, we miss her too).

On Sunday, Finn &Belle invited a few of their friends over to participate in our neighborhood's 2nd Annual 'Trunk or Treat'. For those who don't know, this is where residents park their cars at the clubhouse, decorate their trunks and pass out candy to all the kids who show up.

We paraded down to the clubhouse and let the kiddies beg for treats, half of which they wouldn't be able to eat. Regardless, we had a blast. Afterwards our group headed back to the house and hung out on our back porch chowing on chili and drinking hot apple cider.

Here's some highlights from our adventures:

Mirabelle the garden gnome with her very handsome Daddy

Finn as either a garden gnome, dwarf, or hobbit:
and Daddy dressed as a Daddy

two garden gnomes, a baby bumble bee (who liked her costume better

when she wasn't wearing it), a baseball player and a cow.

one and only photo op with the hat on, we didn't even bother

with the matching beard.

We transformed the wagon into a magical garden for our little gnomes.

Mug Shots

2010-10-28T23:08:00.002-04:00

The babies had their first school pictures a few weeks ago. Apparently Mirabelle was not feeling the love from the photographer and refused to sit for her solo portrait. They did manage to get a sibling photo of the two.

We opted not to get the photos this time, they'll do them again in the spring. But since these were their 'first ever' school portraits, I at least digitized the proofs for your viewing pleasure (and my growing book of embarrassing baby photos meant to torment my children at some far future date).

Alright. Mriabelle, look on the verge of tears
for the camera; and Finn, look clueless.

Great! Now, Mirabelle, look bored; and Finn, don't move.

Who's Happy And They Know It?

Happy, right? You remember . . . don't you?

How To Build Self Esteem

2010-10-26T20:45:00.000-04:00

Every Christmas, my Oma sent each of us chocolate-filled advent calendars. I'd put mine on the wall above my bed and every day open the little window and eat a small piece of chocolate (thus reinforcing my lifelong addiction to chocolate).

It's one of my favorite holiday memories, and now that I've got my own little munchkins, I want them to enjoy this same tradition. I've been searching the internet to find an advent calendar I can reuse every year. I love the ones at Land of Nod; however, I don't love the price.

So, today I went to the craft store and priced out materials to make my own felt advent calendar. By the time I reached $40--just in basic materials, I decided to cut my loses. After telling Dave we'd be better off just purchasing the super cool Land of Nod advent calendar than having me spend over $60 to make a lesser quality one from scratch he replied: 'Honey, you couldn't make that regardless of what it cost'.

Safe to say I'll be purchasing the 'Christmas Countdown Calendar' from Land of Nod with a guilt-free conscience. . .

Da, Da, Da

2010-10-26T13:30:00.003-04:00

The twins call each other 'Da'. I finally learned this the other day while putting their names on the wall above their cribs (been wanting to do this for a year and a half).

I found a pretty cool website, Wall Written, with a super easy online tool to create custom phrases. Of all the sites I researched, this one was by far the simplest to use while providing a great selection of font and color choices.

At first, I was nervous about installing the decals, but the instructions were pretty idiot proof (phew). After I'd placed the stickers on the wall, Finn & Belle ran into the room and demanded I put them in their cribs. Then each proceeded to point to their names, turn to each other and squeal 'Da!'.

Now it all makes sense. Like homing pigeons, they shout 'Da' throughout the house when one is trying to find the other. After nap time, I'll hear the first one wake up and 'quietly' say 'Da', until the other one wakes up, or responds.

If I'd known this sooner I could have saved some money on the size of my lettering by simply ordering two different colors of 'Da'.

What A Difference A Year Makes

2010-10-25T14:12:00.000-04:00

Around this same time last year we took the babies to a mini photo shoot with our favorite photographer, Katie Matthews (here's the post). This year we visited a pumpkin patch at Indigo Farms and I managed to get a similar picture of the twins by a random wall of hay.

We've come a long way in one year. For starters, they can actually sit up, even walk. They can almost smile on command--but the blank stare is still their go-to expression. We're hearing a lot of 'Momeee' and 'Dadeee', Mirabelle even said 'up' yesterday instead of 'unnnhh'. They can hold their own bottles--too bad they don't drink them anymore. Oh, and Mirabelle actually grew some hair, while Finn's turned blonde. It was a pretty busy year. . .

October 2009

October 2010

Whaz' Up, D!?!

2010-10-22T16:16:00.001-04:00

Our virtual friend, Dexter, has been hitting the chocolate pudding pretty hard (via a recent blog post). Dexter is a super sweet baby boy we've never met, but enjoy keeping track of on his blog.

For those of you who don't know, his Mom started a blog journaling their fertility struggles, Allison, Daniel & Dexter's Journey. A mutual friend recommended I read this blog, and possibly start my own, while Dave and I struggled to face our own fertility challenges. Two years, and 350 posts later, we're still chronicling our journey and you're still bored enough to read it.

Here's our own version of dinner with chocolate pudding:

We didn't mind they played more than ate their pudding. It will be another 90 years before that's consider socially acceptable anyway.

The Handy-capable Man

2010-10-19T20:29:00.001-04:00

Ever since we learned you couldn't remove pee stains from concrete (thank you, Bailey), we've been wanting to put patio tiles on our back porch. Porcelain tiles are moisture resistant and won't immediately stain--even if your stubborn dog refuses to use the dog door you installed so she could relieve herself on God's green carpet.

This weekend, Dave (love of my life, father of my children, handyman of my home, etc.) invited a friend over to help him install the tiles. It took three full days just to lay the tile and set the mortar. He still needs to seal everything (so Bailey can eventually christen it).

In case you're wondering, paying for a professional to install this would cost close to $1000. Luckily, Dave found a friend (and potential new golf buddy--double bonus) in the construction business willing to spend his weekend doing home improvement projects on someone else's house. Don't worry folks, we fed him well (Nana was in town).

Here's the big reveal:

Before

After

It's Gettin' Hawt In Here! Part 2

2010-10-18T22:24:00.009-04:00

Many thanks to Nana for lugging her sewing machine across the eastern seaboard just to make a thermal shade for her grandbabies.

For my part, I provided crucial supportive services like selecting and purchasing all the necessary supplies, ironing, straightening fabric for cutting, reading directions thoroughly, and general moral support.

We've had them up for two nights. I think the room feels warmer, it's also much darker . . . one would think this might help the babies sleep later in the morning (one would be wrong).

Ta Da! Here's the finished product. It's fastened to the window using strips of Velcro so the shade can be removed every morning and placed back at night. There's a layer of plastic sheeting sandwiched between quilt batting and then the fabric cover.

The babies were mesmerized by Nana's magical white machine.

The loyal sidekick

It's Gettin' Hawt In Here! Part 1

2010-10-17T21:53:00.002-04:00

Our eternal summer of heat has finally left. I've just swapped out all the twins' summer clothes for the latest in 2010 fall/winter fashion (sounds more chic than 'forced to buy new clothes because we got's none').

We also decided to preemptively address the temperature issues in the nursery during the winter months. Last winter was our first in the new house. We have electric heating and air, which I'm told is more efficient for warmer weather (i.e. utterly useless during the winter).

Our electric bill nearly tripled during the coldest months last year--due to my obsession with a particular space heater for the nursery (hello, new mother and irrational anxieties towards all things infant). This year, we decided to make a (pretty) thermal window shade for the nursery.

Granted, this was Dave's suggestion last year, but irrational Emily didn't think it would look pretty, or actually work. Approximately $2,500 later (just in diaper purchases alone), it's a brilliant idea--mainly because we're in super cost savings/cutting mode coming off our expensive new babies high from last year. I found a website, Mother Earth News, with instructions on how to custom make your own thermal shades for under $50 (just realized the article was written in 1983--somehow this should make it hip and new again, and totally explains the 'how to' photos).

Nana was in town and on board with Dave's-turned-my-brilliant idea of making these thermal shades. Luckily, she just happened to bring her sewing machine on this trip.

To be continued . . .

Playground Confessionals

2010-10-16T21:49:00.003-04:00

Now that Finn & Belle are established walkers, an hour jaunt to the playground has become part of our daily routine. Thus, our quest for The Ultimate Playground Nirvana has begun (imagine thunderbolts and lightening, and the dude who voiced He-Man echoing this in the distance).

There's an amazing toddler playground up the street from our neighborhood. In fact, Finn has begun routinely pointing it out whenever we drive past it (i.e. his eyes light up and he begins eagerly grunting . . . his joy so great he's rendered speechless).

Since Mommy likes to keep the twins guessing, we make a point to try new playgrounds on a regular basis (quests typically require this). However, this experimentation does present a few challenges. In fact, earlier this week we went to a playground more suited for school age children, or so one 'well meaning' mother felt compelled to mention (I'll overlook the fact her home-schooled child was wandering the playground constantly complaining no one would play with him, while she continued chatting with her 'sister wife').

Here's some pictures of the twins hanging at our current 'favorite' playground.

Lady Belle investigating this cool plastic wheel with metal

beads that move as you turn the wheel . . . very, very fascinating.

Our dapper daredevil attempting another death

defying feat of physical skill (i.e. tempting the ER gods)

Let's just go ahead and admit, this does not end well . . . at all.

Yup, that's right, you know what's about to happen. What's worse,

you all now know Mommy was too busy taking

the pictures to actually 'catch' the child . . .

. . . make that children . . . safe to say, everyone is fine . . .

PS: For the record, I am neither against home-schooling nor sister wives. Though, actual sister wives do freak me out a bit.

New Favorite Photo

2010-10-11T21:45:00.001-04:00

Every once in a while you stumble on a moment and happen to have your camera ready at the perfect time. Dave's family came down to celebrate the 'big twins' birthday this past weekend. Here's one of my favorite pictures from the weekend:

Uncle Dan and Mirabelle playing with a water fountain at the Arboretum.

Increasingly Difficult

2010-10-08T21:06:00.000-04:00

We tried shopping for patio furniture this past weekend . . .

In all honesty, it wasn't 'that' bad:

Yes, Finn. We'll buy it; but only if you promise

to break it in the next few years.

Mirabelle is revolting against society's shoe wearing requirements . . .

but not against kisses from Daddy . . . she LOVES those!

Life In A Test Tube

2010-10-04T14:55:00.000-04:00

Today the winner of the 2010 Nobel Prize for Medicine was awarded to Robert Edwards. I don't know this man, but he has profoundly affected my life. He pioneered the science behind In Vitro Fertilization and thus made it possible for Finn & Belle to call me 'Mama'.

I struggled early in our IVF process with the moral principles of fertility treatment (check this post). Did science overstep it's boundaries by making it possible for humans to birth 'litters' of children? Did we defy God's will by conceiving through 'unnatural' measures or was it God's will for Dr. Edwards to develop IVF?

I don't know these answers and really could care less where the truth lies. One thing I do know, now that I've experienced motherhood, is that life is the real gift. Whether you adopt, foster or create, raising a human life is a beautiful thing (well, at least today it is . . . while they're napping).

So, thank you Dr. Robert Edwards for giving Dave and I the opportunity to love Finn & Belle.

My Best Friend Ever!

2010-10-04T10:31:00.007-04:00

Dave and I love this commercial!! We're pretty sure if Finn & Belle could talk they'd agree their Granddaddy, Oma-ma, Nana and Pap-pap are their 'best friend ever'.

PS: I feel the same way about my Oma and Grandma!!

Just Say Gnome

2010-10-01T08:16:00.002-04:00

We spent the better part of September debating what costumes to buy the babies for Halloween (this is what happens when an over-thinking wife stays at home to raise the children).

Last year they were Star Wars characters. This year we were going to pay homage to the Flintstone's 50th Anniversary with some Pebbles & BamBam action but didn't like the store-made costumes (unfortunately, I'm not known for my sewing, cooking or cleaning abilities).

Instead we've chosen Garden Gnomes! During the month of October, for a limited time only, the twins are available for photographing inside yours, or a loved ones, garden. This rare photo opportunity (forget it's with other people's children) make great souvenirs, holiday gifts, and/or special keepsake memories. It's only $9.99 for one photograph, or $89.99 if they happen to smile.

The Tower Of Babble-on

2010-09-29T20:31:00.000-04:00

Mirabelle's been running around the house babbling--constantly. Her latest two syllable combo is 'dickle, dickle, dickle.' It's not a real word (unless you consult the Urban Dictionary).

Today, she took her shoes and socks off in the car (surprise, for the 80th time). When I threatened to tickle her feet if she pulled her shoeless stunt again, she looked at me, smiled and said 'dickle, dickle, dickle.'

Folks, I do believe we have a new favorite word for Lady Belle:

TICKLE, TICKLE, TICKLE!!!!!

The Brunch Bunch

2010-09-27T10:53:00.001-04:00

My folks were finally able to break free from all their 'other' obligations (i.e. my wimpy sister) and spend a much over due weekend with the grandpups. It's been almost three months since they last saw the twins (which is the equivalent of dog years at this stage in an infant's life). Finn & Belle were in AARP heaven!

On Sunday, we took the folks to our favorite downtown brunch spot: The Dixie Grill (it's so good, they don't even need a website). The wait was a bit ridiculous, but the food was worth it.

Here's some photos of our adventure:

Outside waiting for our table.

We had our own private jazz duo, the babies were intrigued.

A perfect distraction before the food arrived.

911, We Have A Jumper

2010-09-21T22:44:00.001-04:00

I always said we'd convert to toddler beds once the babies started climbing out of their cribs. I'm not sure I ever said I'd be willing to do it at 15 months . . .

This evening, during story time, Finn started to climb into his bed (very proud moment). So I picked him up and put him inside, then continued to read to Mirabelle. Apparently, Finn changed his mind and decided to climb--nay fall, out of his crib.

My back was turned (silly me for assuming those three foot bars encasing his crib were some sort of safety device rather than mere decorative accents). He landed on his back with a thud, stared up at me for approximately three seconds (I counted), then began crying either out of shock, or mild pain, or simply because it seemed appropriate. Luckily, he was fine.

I will say an evening prayer before I go to bed tonight (I'm very bad about the consistency of these . . . but if God is all knowing, than it should go without saying, I'm a big fan). I will ask for just a little more time (three more years should be plenty) before we convert to toddler beds.

I guess I always assumed (insert snickers) once the babies learned how to climb out of their cribs, they would be old enough to handle toddler beds. But Mr. Ready-For-The-Nearest-ER has begun testing the limits of this theory before he's even bothered dabbling in the spoken word.

For the moment, we're going to play the Denial Card and see if he attempts this maneuver again any time soon (what are they teaching kids in preschool these days?). Our other option is to move to the toddler bed and deal with endless nights of The Where Did Finn Go Game. Or, we could invest in this absurd, albeit wildly useful, contraption called a crib tent. Frankly, I'm just not sure how we humans managed to survive before such inventions as the crib tent, the pee-pee teepee, or the Zaky.

Killer Teeth

2010-09-20T12:59:00.000-04:00

Mirabelle cut her first two molars last week. A while back, my sister suggested giving her frozen blueberries to help ease the pain of teething (Aunt G and her infinite wisdom strikes again!). The blueberries were a huge success and currently in heavy rotation at breakfast.

Clearly there's just too much vampire nonsense in pop culture right now,

because this photo kind of creeps me out . . .

Stealing Finn's blueberries . . .

Making Memory Lane Look Fabulous

2010-09-16T21:06:00.000-04:00

Over the past year, the twins have done a series of professional photos with photographer phenom, Katie Matthews. Because babies change so much in the first year, I wanted to capture the twins forever professionally (to later build a shrine to Finn & Belle . . . and decorate it accordingly).

So, we've done a total of five sessions documenting newborn, 3-months, 6-months, 9-months and 1 year old. Earlier this week, we finally completed the '1 year old' session. I was waiting till Belle could walk and then begged sweet Katie for a spot in her calendar.

She's done it again! Here's a sneak peek at the babies. For this session, we decided to photograph them at the house playing in their 'natural habitat', just to make sure we got some really good smiles from Lady Belle. Our plan worked! Take a look:

Yup, that's right, Katie actually managed to capture a super sweet

Mirabelle smile AND big red bow in her hair, at the same time.

There's that winning Finnalicious smile!

The big red tent is their current favorite play spot. The head dive straight into it

and wrestle with each other, laughing, all the time.

If you stay long enough in our house, you'll quickly learn that Mirabelle is into

some serious book reading right now. Her favorite thing to do is flip through books

and have Mommy (or anyone, but Finn) read to her.

Playing at our favorite neighborhood park.

Hands off, Ladies! He's mine!!

We love tunnels in this family!

Real Men Wear Bows

2010-09-13T21:11:00.000-04:00

To most casual observers, Mirabelle's hair probably hasn't grown all that much. However, as someone who's spent a ridiculous amount of time watching this hair (willing it even, to grow) I'm happy to report it's ready for the first tier of accessories . . . a hair clip (pigtails, while not impossible, would be extremely ambitious).

Operation Pretty Red Bow started at 1100 hours. First attempt was successful, until target realized assault was in full progress. Target removed bow at 1101 hours, studied it carefully, tried to place it unsuccessfully back on head. At 1105 hours, second attempt failed as target had full cognition of operation's intent. Three additional attempts followed, all resulting in failure. Finally, at 1120 hours, with a few minor modifications, mission accomplished!

For the record, Finn requested I put the bow in his hair. In fact, he brought the bow to me the last time Lady Belle discarded it. Who am I to judge? I'm just happy I finally got to put a pretty bow in one of my babies' hair!

So . . . . . Daddy wasn't too amused with Finn's new look when he got home. I repeat, Mommy's just happy she finally got to put a pretty bow in one of her babies' hair!

Happy Grandparent's Day!

2010-09-12T22:34:00.000-04:00

Finn's First Haircut

2010-09-08T10:39:00.000-04:00

I'm a sucker for the shaggy hair look on boys, especially when there is a bit of natural curl. Unfortunately, Finn's baby hair just wasn't curling the way I expected and his 'shaggy beach bum' look was increasingly becoming a Donald Trump-a-like comb over.

So, we took him to get his very first haircut on Monday, for the most part he was a superstar. Our original plan included taking him to Ribbet, a salon designed specifically for children; however, it being Labor Day the owners apparently decided to take the day off and spend it at the beach with approximately 25,000 other like-minded locals (Costcos and Learning Express were also closed on Labor Day . . . clearly a very important shopping day for every other city in the US but mine).

Luckily my one true safe haven, the mall, was up and running on Labor Day. We picked the first available walk-in salon with the most randomly tattooed stylist to do the honors. Finn got a little spooked at first when we put him in the chair, but he quickly calmed down and was a super champ through most of the experience (we sang a lot of Twinkle, Twinkle and B.I.N.G.O.).

A special thanks to Lady Belle for sitting patiently the entire time and entertaining herself quietly.

A little unsure about what's going on.

Our stylist was actually really good with Finn,

she was patient and offered him a lot of fun distracting stuff to play with.

Just give her some shoes and socks and she'll be entertained for hours.

The Shagmuffin Before

And the real big boy afterwards.

You Know What I'm Talking About

2010-09-06T10:38:00.000-04:00

Anyone who's had children should remember the 'learning to eat like a civilized being' phase of child rearing. This phase sucks; and quite frankly, I'm trying my best to avoid it. There is no joy in cleaning a kitchen three times a day. Nor is there comfort in constantly throwing away leftover food bits that could, over time, feed a small Third World nation.

So, my new strategy involves lunchtime picnics. Some days we head to the park for lunch and others we sit out on the front porch. At the moment, it's a win/win situation for everyone. I'm providing a stimulating environment for the babies to enjoy, they're providing sustenance to the local ecosystem, and I'm not responsible for cleaning a single crumb or spill.

It's Called PRESCHOOL . . .

2010-08-31T16:06:00.000-04:00

. . . not daycare. There is a difference (I think). Mainly, daycare costs more. In actuality, there doesn't seem to be a right or wrong answer to which is better; but merely a judgement call by the parents. Here's some interesting editorials on daycare vs. preschool.

Regardless, we're super excited about preschool in this house. We went to the Open House last night. Finn was quick to jump into the action and play with the other kids, Belle was a little more bashful.

I'm sure there will be issues of separation anxiety, but this program is a great opportunity for the babies to learn social awareness skills, sing, dance, play and possibly learn table manners (one can only hope), and of course begin their educational journey with shapes, colors and numbers.

Here's where I lucked out being a twin mom. I at least know neither child will be completely alone at school; if they get uncertain, they've only to look for their sibling. Of course, this will eventually have it's drawbacks down the road . . . but really folks, why dwell on the negative?

First day of school is this Thursday!! I've got to organize their backpacks (dead serious) with a change of clothes, diapers, ziplock bag, and extra shoes. Then, at the end of every school day any important papers and artwork will be placed in their backpacks for me to review (yawn, for all you 'seasoned' parents out there).

Here's some pictures from Open House:

Living Like Tourists

2010-08-30T15:06:00.001-04:00

Dave's family spent most of August with us (i.e. the babies were spoiled rotten and I didn't have to cook). Late last week, Dave's sister and her family cruised through for a long weekend, part of what they lovingly called 'The Southern Relativity Tour'.

So, while they were here we lived like tourists and rode the horse-drawn trolley through historic downtown. I'm surprised to say it was actually entertaining. Aside from Finn's nearly successful escape attempt before the tour began, the babies had a fairly decent time.

Don't let the look on Lady Belle's face deceive you, she had a lovely time.

Bob & Mike, our tour guides

Finn, clearly plotting his chance to escape when I'm least aware.

The next day we drove to Topsail Beach to visit the sea turtle hospital. It was amazing. Unfortunately we weren't allowed to take photos inside the hospital.

Outside the hospital waiting for our turn to tour the facility.

The remainder of our time was divided between cooking heavenly meals (I actually helped) and hanging on the beach. We had a blast and the twins already miss their cousins.

We'll Make You Pay

2010-08-25T22:27:00.001-04:00

Mirabelle's new favorite trick involves taking off her pajama bottoms and throwing them on the floor. Here's how we found her over the weekend:

This is the punishment for throwing your pajama bottoms on the ground:

Because there are two, we didn't want anyone feeling left out:

To all future houseguest (and certain adult members of the household), this will also be your punishment if we find you walking around the house in nothing but your underwear. In fact, next week Dave plans to install some Greek letters above our front door and permanently install a slip 'n slide filled with Jello along the back hallway.

Mommy & Me Time

2010-08-25T10:54:00.000-04:00

It was bound to happen. I was told early on in twin parenthood there would come a time when you'd struggle with dividing your attention among two very demanding children. I never felt this mother guilt until recently.

Honestly, when they were infants I relied heavily on their short term memories, or lack thereof, to maneuver around the guilt associated with showing the demanding/needy child more attention over the other. Unfortunately, my little monsters have now developed a new skill: they can express more than three simple feelings (sleepy, hungry, angry). Now there's needy, possessive, greedy, cranky, defiant, silly, selfish, and curious.

The hardest part is leaving the house to put them in the car and choosing who goes first. It never fails, the one left behind stands dumbfounded for a few seconds, then begins to cry, followed by a pitiful dash to the laundry room door, where they struggle to reach for the door knob and finally, for the grand finale, fall into a pathetic heap of despair (eventually resurfacing in fifteen years as deep-rooted abandonment issues and 'mommy issues').

So, my new strategy is Mommy & Me time. When possible, I'm taking just one baby out for Adventure Time. This only works when I've got grandparents in town or it's the weekend and Dave can have some 'Daddy & Me time as well.

Last week, Lady Belle and I went to a yoga/storytime at the local library. We met our good friend, and her daughter, there. Afterwards we had an early lunch. Fear not, Finn was spoiled rotten by Nana and has yet to realize I exist.

Belle with her girlfriend

Over the weekend, Finn and I had joined my girl, Aunt Ash, at a seaside restaurant for a late afternoon snack while Mirabelle show Daddy how to properly play with all her toys. I'm not sure if they liked Mommy & Me time, but I did. I think we'll continue this whenever we can.

Aunt Ash feeding Finn some Key Lime pie

Full Circle

2010-08-24T10:13:00.001-04:00

Roughly this time last year, I ventured out on my own with the twins for the first time. One of the first places we visited was Chuck E. Cheese, to meet some other mothers in the area. Here's the post.

I remember being more than a little skeptical about taking my newborn infants to such a seemingly obnoxious place (would it be clean enough?). I must have looked ridiculously pitiful because the moms I met that day were super sweet and awesome. I even had another twin mother come up to me and give me a card to join the local twin mom club (we're in the same playgroup!).

Now, a year later, I'm still friends with the same group of women I met that day at Chuck E. Cheese (the last place on Earth I'd ever think to make a few friends). Last week, In honor of this milestone, we all ventured back to the big C for some overpriced pizza and ADHD-inducing fun.

For old time's sake . . .

Not so interested in riding any rides, but loved watching the big kids play video games . . . unfortunately the big kids didn't find the twins' curiosity equally as endearing (kids these days).

Have now decided every meal will be served on a pizza. They will eat ANYTHING, as long as it looks like a pizza, or smothered in ketchup.

If The Shoe Fits. . .

2010-08-20T15:59:00.000-04:00

Yesterday's mission: Shop for new 'back to school' shoes for the twins. Of course, I'm fully aware of how ridiculous this sounds considering the twins have only been walking on this Earth for a little over 45 days.

Regardless, I want them to have some waterproof type shoes for preschool since the suede soles of their current Robeez can't handle early morning walks through wet grass. However, since they've only been walking on this Earth for a little over 45 days, I don't want to give them hard sole shoes that could alter their continued foot development (see how difficult parenting can be when you over think every decision).

So, before I could begin the search, I needed to get their feet measured. We drove to the ONE and ONLY children's shoe store in town: Stride Rite (sadly, with a touch of irony, the owners are closing their store in a few weeks). We measured the twins' feet and tried on what was left of the paltry shoe inventory (and somewhere the Patron Saint of Shoemaking sheds a tear).

Finn was not happy with the shoe selection at all . . . or rather, Finn was not happy with the shoes period. He tried on this shoe and after exploring the back stock room, while I helped Mirabelle get her shoes on, he then sat by my legs rubbing his feet on the ground, crying for me to remove them. Since they were $50 I gladly obliged (I repeat THEY WERE FIFTY HUMAN DOLLARS for a shoe my child will out grow in roughly three months). No wonder this store is going out of business.

Let's be clear about something, I'm crying on the inside at the moment. Where is my candy land of shoe options? Where is my place to look, touch, and smell rows and rows of tiny baby feet shoes? Where is that place a mother can find the most stylish, yet developmentally sensible (because this house parents under the path of 'least guilty conscious') shoes for under $30?

Apparently that place is online. After hours of researching various infant/toddler shoe companies I settled on a brand that is not endorsed by the American Podiatrist Medical Association (guilty conscious be damned). A friend recommended I try Rileyroos. They have a more water-resistant leather sole than our current Robeez, with some added grip sections to slowly introduce the idea of walking with a harder soled shoe. Let's not forget they are ridiculously stylish.

Lady Belle opted for the traditional Mary Jane in Cherry, following the golden rule of fashion accessorizing: that which goes with nothing goes with everything. She was going for the sporty, yet feminine, casual look. The girl who can play with the boys but still drink tea with the ladies sort of look.

Mommy likes these shoes because the soles are extremely flexible (or so I'm told, since I could only virtually shop, half as satisfying).

Finn opted for the super cool Dakotas in Orange Swirl because he is not afraid of a little color. Even though they were advertised for boys and girls, he's comfortable enough with his masculinity to rock these bad boys all over the playground this fall.

Mommy likes the part sandal, part sneaker construction for those hot summer days that will eventually turn into milder fall weather (a girl can dream).

Last but not least, we bought our new shoes from a website called Shoebuy.com. I must admit this is my new favorite place to buy shoes (sorry rest of the Internet). Their prices were very reasonable and they offer FREE shipping with no minimum order required, NO sales tax and FREE returns.

After placing the order I received a $10 off coupon for all my 'friends' to shop. If five people actually use this coupon I'll receive a $100 gift card (more shoes! more shoes! more shoes!). While this little incentive doesn't fully replace the euphoria of actual retail shopping, it is a small consolation. At least the mail box will be filled with more exciting items than blah blah bills and pizza flyers.

With that said, if you're in the market for some new fall shoes, check out my previous post. It has a link to the $10 off coupon. The website is also offering 15% off everything right now (swah-eet deal).

Here's $10 off at Shoebuy.com

2010-08-19T20:51:00.001-04:00

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A Slap To The Face

2010-08-17T21:43:00.002-04:00

Finn is into slapping right now . . . not cool.

On The Move

2010-08-16T14:36:00.000-04:00

For the past two weeks I've been getting the babies out of the house right after breakfast for some super fun morning activities. Our goal is to move from two naps to one nap a day. This has caused a slight reorganizing of the chaos I lovingly call 'structure'.

I love our new routine. It gets us out of the house early enough to enjoy all the Mommy/Toddler activities around town. We're usually home before the oppressive summer heat turns nuclear and I'm getting a good solid 2 - 3 hour afternoon nap out of the twins.

It is a lot of work, but for the most part it's worth it. So far we've done a Mud Day at the Children's Museum, a few play dates at Fit for Fun, a TON of grocery trips, Yoga/Story time at the library, a free Kindermusik class, a lot of morning beach outings and I joined the local YMCA which has a decent childcare option.

Here's some highlights from our adventures:

Finn at Kindermusik, it was hosted by our local Learning Express toy store. The class was a bit cramped, but still a lot of fun.

Finn & Belle at Mud Day. They had a blast!

The Children's Museum had various swimming pools filled with water, mud, sand, corn starch, etc. and a few slip n' slides hooked up.

Mirabelle loves the beach, as in I'd rather drown than be afraid of a few waves and sand should officially be a part of the USDA's Food Pyramid.

Finn loves the beach also, though it is the one and only place he will exhibit a modest amount of self control.

This happens a lot on the way home from our morning Adventure Time.

Another Shameless Plea For Your Help

2010-08-06T12:53:00.001-04:00

Dear Readers,

I entered the twins in a local cutest baby contest with our favorite photographer, Katie Matthews. She's running the contest through her Facebook FanPage. If you have a Facebook account (half the world does, so you really need to get on it if you haven't already) then help a sista' out by doing the following:

Visit Katie Matthews Photograhy FanPage on Facebook

Press the 'like' button at the top of the FanPage.

View the album: 2010 Cutest Kids Contest

To vote, simply leave a comment with the word 'vote' under Finn & Belle's photos. Look for these two photos:

You get 5 votes total and you can use those votes on one single picture, so pretty PLEASE, leave five 'vote' comments on one or both the twins' pictures!!!

Thanks, in advance, for your help. Please encourage all your friends and family to vote because Finn & Belle are fragile and don't handle rejection very well.

Sincerely,

World's Most Shameless Mommy

All You Need Are Backpacks

2010-08-05T13:48:00.000-04:00

Monday we previewed some part time childcare options. After looking at a few preschools and daycare facilities, we picked a preschool program recommended by a trusted friend. It helps that Finn & Belle already know at least one of their classmates!!

The program is run by a local Methodist Church and the director did a phenomenal job easing my 'separation anxiety' (the twins could care less if I'm around). So beginning in September, the babies will spend two mornings a week at school learning basic skills appropriate for their developmental age.

Apparently all they need is a backpack with diapers, wipes and a change of clothes (say whaaat!?!). My barely walking babies already need backpacks? The director said buying the twins a backpack gives them a sense of ownership.

So, Dave and I did a little online shopping this week and found Finn & Belle's very first backpacks (at the risk of embarrassing my man, folks, he was super excited about shopping for these backpacks).

We finally agreed on two backpacks from Sugarbooger by o.r.e.. Finn gets this Retro Robot pack. He doesn't know it yet, but robots are cool. Lady Belle gets the girly Flutterby pack that has just a kick of hip to match my baby girl's style.

Finding A Cure

2010-08-03T22:40:00.000-04:00

Last week I complained a good deal about being a stay-at-home mother (the fact I actually paid human dollars for this privilege is not lost on me). Sometimes it's hard to find the right balance between loving these kids so darn much I'm almost certain a third one was left behind and trying to scratch it's way out of my chest, because there's no other explanation for this achy feeling, and wanting to lock myself inside a small dark space where no smell of pee or poop can find me.

Luckily I think I've found a cure for those lackluster days, it's called visiting a 3-star daycare facility. Yesterday I carted the babies around town and researched part time daycare and preschool options. I'm now completely confident I can speak for all working mothers when I say no daycare facility, regardless of star rating, can ever make a mother feel 100% comfortable in handing over the most important thing she's ever created in her entire life. Which lends itself to the very satisfying realization that maybe I'm not doing such a bad job after all as a stay-at-home mama.

Still Chasing Boys

2010-08-02T14:21:00.001-04:00

We drove to Myrtle Beach on Friday to reunite once again with The Gang. These are the friends I've known for over 20 years (as if having children didn't make me already feel old, publicly associating myself with the number 20 surely does).

Anyway, twenty years ago we were chasing boys in junior high. Twenty years later, we're still chasing boys . . . these just happen to be our own and an all together more pleasant experience since any tears shed were coming from the 'other team' as we pretended to roll our eyes this time around.

Meighan and her baby flew home for a little summer siesta (this time her baby was on the outside of her belly); so we all packed up the umbrellas, slathered the SPF 185 and carted our kids to the beach for a day of fun and sun.

I enlisted the support of my sweet friend Ash to help even out the adult/baby ratio. Otherwise, our reunion would have been confined to a series of events involving high chairs and strollers. Instead it was perfectly amazing. Thanks 'Aunt Ash' for joining us and selflessly helping parent my children for the day . . . it was a true gift!

Word to the wise, if you smell a poopy swim diaper, change it immediately. While this may seem obvious, unfortunately I learned it the hard way.

Someone Call For Help

2010-07-29T21:21:00.000-04:00

Finn officially has his first black eye. What better way to acknowledge this occasion than by posting the nasty little shiner on the Internet? Here's some visual proof:

Let's not forget about Lady Belle. She deserves equal billing on the embarrassing photo post This is what happens when Daddy does her hair after bath time:

Diary of a Whiny Baby

2010-07-29T10:51:00.000-04:00

For clarification, that would be me, not my children. I dread mealtimes, mainly the mess afterwards. I'm three seconds from driving to Lowes and purchasing a huge roll of plastic sheeting--which I will promptly drape over the kitchen table, floor, walls and windows.

But then I envision the effort involved in putting the twins in the car, carting them through Lowes, then lugging my purchase and twins safely through the pea soup that is any parking lot in the coastal South right now and suddenly I feel sleepy. Not to mention the fact I'd still have a mess after meal time, it'd just be on plastic instead of wood floors.

I've spent the better part of this week trying various approaches to mealtime management. Here's a brief list:

If a cup is dropped, it stays on the floor (Bad idea, this just makes Finn mad and thirsty in 20 minutes). So my new approach is to give them their cups, then ask for it back when they are done. It's working so far.

The dogs stay outside while the babies eat so there are no distractions or encouragements to feed the dog (apparently no one liked this idea, including the dogs). The new approach is to let the dogs sit on the floor and watch the babies eat. The dogs learn their boundaries while the babies eat and the babies get to experiment with the freedom of feeding themselves and something else (everyone's a winner now).

Giving the babies one food item at a time to monitor how much they eat of any given fruit, veggie or protein (they were on to me and knew I had something else, possibly better, waiting in the wings so a lot of plates were dumped). Now there is one plate with all their food choices and if they want more of one item they can attempt to tell me (no guarantees I'll actually understand).

Mealtime should be riddled with 'teachable moments' on good table manners and what is right and wrong (even I started thinking I was being a bore . . . not cool). Now we just eat and play.

My new approach revolves around reminding myself these kids are barely 13 months old. For them, mealtime should be fun and exciting because there are new tastes and textures to explore. For now, we're going to shelve table manners, at least until they can talk or exhibit some clearer sense of understanding.

Let Someone Else Do It

2010-07-28T09:47:00.000-04:00

I often wonder if I'm truly fortunate to stay at home and raise my twins. Few people talk about the solitude that surrounds staying at home with children who prefer speaking in tongues over plain English. Or having to play the never-ending game of 'guess what I need/want/gotta have/can't find/won't stop whining till I get' because they haven't formulated words yet.

Then there are the countless hours spent second guessing your parenting decisions. Does Finn throw his plate because he doesn't like the food or is no longer hungry? Do I give him something else or ignore the poor table manners? Should I go ahead and start mealtime on the floor since it typically ends up there anyway?

So many of my friends are working mothers, some by choice and others out of necessity. I'm constantly wondering, are they happy? Have they found the right balance between career and parenting? If money were not an issue, would they prefer staying at home with their children? Or is it comforting to know a trusted care provider is teaching your child how to eat, drink, sleep and poop while you mingle in the adult world for a while.

Rationally, I know there is no right answer to this question. If I had a job, I'd most likely cry myself to work everyday, gain an extra 20 lbs. from stress eating peanut M&Ms and hide in the bathroom around 2 pm every afternoon for nap time. I'd hate every single one of my coworkers for not being as entertaining as my children and probably get fired for overusing Facebook while on the clock.

Here's a list of parenting duties I would willing outsource to India and/or China if possible:

nail trimming
diaper changes
meal planning, feedings and post-op clean up
tantrums
errands to the post office or any other place lacking a drive-thru service

Ultimately, I love staying at home and raising my 'babies'. I'm exceedingly fortunate to have the option. My goal was to devote at least the first year to caring for these munchkins. Now that we've reached that goal I feel it's safe to reevaluate our routine. There's some wonderful value in finding a part time structured program for the twins and I'm confident they'd actually enjoy the new adventure more than I'd enjoy the 'free time'.

I'm actually ready to consider letting someone else do this child rearing crap for a bit. Who knows, I might actually finish grad school before the babies are potty trained!

The Natural Fork

2010-07-27T10:30:00.002-04:00

I've come to the conclusion the twins were barbarians in a previous life. This would explain why Finn enjoys throwing his fork on the floor as soon as I hand it to him, or why Mirabelle would rather use her fingers to pick the food off the end of the fork instead of sticking the fork with food in her mouth.

Perhaps my children are natural geniuses; because honestly, why do we really need forks in the first place when we already have two perfectly good hands? It apparently defies simple logic and I'm not sure I can fault my children for questioning why Mommy is making dinner so much more difficult than it really ought to be.

I'm not alone on this matter, most of Western Europe felt the same way in the 11th Century, roughly the time the fork was introduced as a proper meal time utensil. One clergy man even went so far as to write:

"God in his wisdom has provided man with natural forks - his fingers. Therefore it is an insult to Him to substitute artificial metallic forks for them when eating."

Excerpt taken From Hand to Mouth by James Cross Giblin.

So now I'm presented with an even more complex dilemma, will my children go to Hell for using forks? Will I meet them there for forcing such demonic behavior? Frankly, I'm baffled the Tea Party movement hasn't jumped on this one pushing to make fork use unconstitutional.

Is it already time to play the 'Because I Told You So' card--or should I start with the truth? It would go something like this:

Some snot-nosed Byzantine princess married an Italian dude and refused to eat with her fingers (I know, right!?!). Then it became a status symbol to own a fork and actually use it during meals. Now today it's a sign of civility, can you say Ci-vil-i-ty, Finn?

So, here are your choices. You can eat with your fingers (probably go to Heaven) and get picked on by the other kids at school or you can learn to use your fork properly and pick on all the kids who use their fingers.

Final note, parenting is hard work.