9 month mark..where'd my babies go??

My babies are gone. In their place are these two amazing individuals that have their own personalities, preferences and ways of communicating to each other and to the world around them. The 9 month mark has really brought out the fun part of this whole parenting thang. Trips to the park, hide and seek where the kiddos actually LOOK to find where you are and then think it's just hilarious when they find Mom's silly face behind <insert pretty much any household object here>. We play that game a lot LOL. Flynn gives kisses on my cheeks and calls out "da!" to me when I've stepped outta sight for more than .47 seconds. It's just the sweetest thing! Okay sure, it can be somewhat annoying at times but when I compare dishes crusted with day old eggies and toast on them to a smiley face with green eyes and dimples..the dimples win out over everything!

Lily is my sweet, shy and very precocious girl. She's 9 months going on 14 years. She vibrantly chats at me with a slew of gibberish then rolls her eyes at me when I don't seem to really "get it". She loves pulling on her brother's hair then defiantly smiles when I ask her to stop. She has the sweetest face and looks JUST like her daddy. A heartbreaker for sure. And now that she's crawling as fast as her brother now..watch out world. She's my little superstar and I just love her. 

New milestones this month: Flynn & Lily are both crawling proficiently and are each cutting *wince* SIX teeth at the same time. My house looks like a damn pharmacy most days but Tylenol is the only thing that seems to keep the teething monster away :) 

I don't want this stage to end. Sure I really dug the other stages too but this is the FIRST time in 9 months that these minis have really come into their own. Also, this is the first time when I don't feel completely overwhelmed by motherhood and I have the luxury of ENJOYING the 2 humans that grew inside me. Having twins is hard. Having twins and being completely out of your mind worries that you haven't felt the "magic" of being a mom now because you are too damn worried you're gonna screw up brand new clean slates worth of person is another. I finally feel free. Free to love. And it's absolutely AMAZING. It just took 9 months to get here :)

Jurassic..Parenting?

I liken trying to do stuff with kids to a rainy night in Jurassic Park. Imagine...you're Sam Neill, you've got a flare in your hand baiting a hungry T-Rex away from a car full of 2 awkward, nerdy kids and a dick lawyer. Now..replace the T-Rex with 2 hungry 9 month olds, the kids & lawyer with something you wanna do *cough* paper crafting..Hearthstone *cough* and the flare with something extremely interesting & somewhat forbidden that you are sorta willing to part with (because god knows if you'll see it again) and give that object to the dino. Voila! You've got the key to actually completely tasks as a parent. RIP pieces of fancy craft paper. You were shiny and fun until you met your demise in the hands and maybe intestines (oops) of a curious T-Rex. >.<

Motherhood: Backstage Tour!

During the show there is no strippers and blow but there sure are groupies!! And this is what it looks like..

Irresponsible parenting

I'm such a cruel mom. Dragging kids to the park (which as you can see Flynn hates) then feeding them warm cookies from the oven. I know, I know. Irresponsible parenting, gaw. ;) PS. Score 1 for my side! He looks like me in this pic! Finally.. photographic evidence!! MUAH HA HA!

Baby NeverNeverland

I sit here sobbing this morning as I sort through 1,234 pieces of baby clothes and pack up all the littles 3-6-9 month clothes that they are way too big for. What happened to that time? It feels like they should be just getting out of their 3 month old clothes not moving into 12 month old jeans and toddler shoes. As I fold the clothes and pack up them up into two crisp Trader Joes paper bags I can't help but want to keep every single skirt. Every onesie. Every bib with a comically large smiling animal on it. I don't WANT this time to be over. Some sort of primal instinct is kicking in making me want to do this journey all over again. Sure, we are already bursting at the seams in an 1100 sq ft condo but what's one more car seat? One more high chair? That's one more set of eyes that smile at me when I greet them in the morning. One more tiny hand to hold when sleep just won't come. That's not too much right?? I don't them to grow up but I guess there is no baby NeverNeverLand and life just has to happen. That's it. I'm waking the babies up for a snuggle and a chance to play Teddy Bears with them before they're teenagers. :)

Some days...

...you just need to eat like a stoner. I'd like to think the lobster & cheese bites make me refined (but I could be grasping at some arterial damaging straws..) mmmm strawberry Quik straws... ;)

Eye of the Beholder

Here's my current room with a view ;) Most peeps would see the toys strewn about and bins everywhere. I see two pillows neatly put on the couch and that I actually have pants on. Okay..I lied about the pants thing but the pillows! Wow! I'm a Wonder Woman! How'd I manage that? This parenting gig is easy! >.> <.<