Christmas

We had whirlwind Christmas which left me wondering, "Uh...where did time go?~" It was a blast and Treyson ate up all the attention and excitement. I just ate up the food.

Christmas morning was a little rough. I spent much of it in a first trimester throw back (aka SICK), but it could also have had something to do with the 10 lbs of shrimp I ate the day before too.

These pictures aren't that fabulous due to the fact, I can NOT get down on the floor in picture taking mode any longer. I won't ever get up. I'm too lazy to edit them and too lazy to put them in order as well.

Treyson loved ripping his presents open, and fully embraced the commercialism of the holiday. Even telling others that the presents were "MINE!".

Such a doll that child.

His BIG present from Grandma/Grandpa Roche was a mini size 4 wheeler.

He totally ruined the anticipation by being TERRIFIED of it and breaking out in tears and full blown howl.

The child has been on 4 wheelers since he was 3 months old. (don't ask). And THIS one scares him.

His favorite present was the 25 cent playdough stocking stuffer.

Oh, and his new Elmo doll. Which he spent 10 minutes with in the corner having a love affair.

How he loves that Elmo.

We're now recooperating.

Treyson has a little virus, threw up for the first time in his life, and won't eat a thing. I actually broke down in tears this morning b/c I know my child is forever stunting his growth. My house is a DISASTER. But HEY, what's new?
totally worth it.

Oh, and I totally forgot to take pictures of Trevor me and Trey's matching church outfits. Kicking myself for that one. WE looked really cute, believe me.

We really had one of those holidays that left us in bed at night wondering why we are so blessed.

It really doesn't make sense, but we are so grateful for this past year and the year to come. Grateful for our family. Grateful for our babies. Grateful for our Savior.

Grateful for Elmo and "dog dogs" (hotdogs) and cows. (treysons' two cents.)

Trey Vs. Santa

Trey met Santa for the first time. I know, he's (as in Treyson) been around two years, but last year I was a deadbeat mom and didn't take him. I regret it. What's done is done. Seeing Santa walk in with Aunt Kimbra.

I was happy to find out, Santa would be gracing our presence at the our church's ward (congregation) party. Anything to dodge the $20 photo op at the mall. Though, after seeing these pictures in the amazing florescent lights our church building has, I'm guessing we'll be going for a round 2 in similar attire. for $20 Either that, or I need to do some major editing. I don't know how good photographers do it. How the heck do you have time to get perfect lighting when your child is nose diving off Santa's lap?

Anyway. Treyson liked Santa. Actually, he cared more about the popcorn ball santa gave him (kid loves the popcorn). He got his loot and wanted out!

When I snuck back in post-psycho children who are entirely TOO old to be sitting on Santa's lap, stealing his popcorn balls or ruining every photo I take - for a second photo opp, Treyson freaked and BAILED.

I don't blame him. The whole concept is frightening to me. I think he was in it just for the presents in form of popcorn.

He did, however, enjoy: Singing christmas carols (I fear he has his parents lack of singing talent), eating every sugary treat known to man because everyone thinks he is cute and wants to give him sugar (kill me), and sitting with his girlfriend from nursery observing santa from afar while screaming "HO HO HO" every five minutes. I'm glad he's got that part down.

Here is a delightful photo of Treyson and his mother. The twins are hiding. My hair is darker (boo for natural). Trevor is not hiding. He was not present at this monumental event. He choose to be with the cows instead. Can you sense my bitterness?

Sunday Evening Gut

The size of this gut on me is getting, well...comical.

I'm carrying very high and straight out. I swear, every time Trevor and I see myself naked (This means when I'm getting in and out of the bath ONLY at this point...sickos.) we literally start laughing. The belly is HUGE and my doctor reminds me, we're still 2.5 months away.

My stretch marks are getting stretch marks. My back kills. I'm measuring bigger than I did with Treyson at 39 weeks. OH, and did I mention I'm only 26 weeks pregnant? But, hey, it's all good. We can't wait to see these little girls. Trevor told me the other day that he hopes they are not identical, because then they could be identically ugly. WHO SAYS THAT ABOUT THEIR OWN CHILDREN? ;) Funny man that Trevor.

To all those who complain about the aches and pains of being pregnant with one child, like I did, be careful....or Heavenly Father might bless you by making your gut a human incubator of two small children. (I feel the need to add, it is difficult being pregnant with one. No doubt.)

Living Proof (notice convenient head cropping.....you would really thank me). Thanks to all those who convinced me it's important to document this "experience":

Why do all maternity jeans give you saggy butt? I look like I pooped myself in 98% of them.

Oh, and I tried to be a good mom and take a few pictures of Treyson. He was mad I interrupted the football game (Not kidding. he's obsessed) and just ran away. After throwing his hat at me. Yes, he wears this hat all over.

Screw the Parenting Books

I've had something on my mind lately and I figured I better document it.

I've spent hours reading and reading and reading parenting books. For some reason, I have this idea, if I read more books about parenting, I will BE a better parent. I suppose this is a valid conclusion; but lately, I'm seeing different.

Lest I appear ignorant, let me first state that many parenting books are wonderful and give great ideas/insight. Stated. Done. I had an experience last night which taught me differently.

Treyson, as all children do, went through a phase recently where sleeping in his crib wasn't going well. Something about his "jail" was not appealing. (Wood slats in your face? Who wouldn't love that!?) Every book I read told me NOT to get him out, NOT to let him sleep with me etc etc etc. I tried religiously to follow "their" (aka. overeducated doctors/psychologists etc) rules. Poor Treyson was not having it.

Then, the other night, while Trevor was again hauling cattle across the nation, Treyson started in on his nightly SCREAMING. I was so exhausted and worn down, I caved. The doctors and parenting experts around the world booed.

I took Treyson in my bed, made some popcorn and we watched Mary Poppins together in MY bed. His little swollen face (from crying...not being beat) broke into the biggest smile and he broke out in dance moves to "Supercalifragilisticexpealidocious". An hour later, he said "Ni Night" and pointed to his room. He went to bed in his crib, without a hitch, with a smile on both our faces.....

I learned that perhaps, not all experts know as much as we'd HOPE they do. My child is different than all others. He will be different than his sisters. Different things works for different kids AND maybe, just maybe, we all need a night out of cribs, in bed with mom and popcorn and OJ and Mary (as in poppins....not my girlfriend).

Some of you have asked/emailed/called re. what's going on with the twinners. ALL IS WELL. I just had some bad contractions a couple nights ago. My doctor wants me on "temporary" bed rest which is just a morbid way of saying, "Pawn your kid off on grandma and lay around watching Oprah and drinking water because you have been doing FAR too much." Praying the contractions stop. My cervix stays rock hard and these twins do not make an appearance till 36 weeks.

Twinners and Memory Keeping

At almost 26 weeks, the twins are:

1. Still females

2. 2 lbs each.

3. hosting 2 identical heart rates (149)

4. Active

5. Baby A breech. Baby B normal.

6. Somewhat still unnamed.

Treyson (22 months):

Yesterday night, we asked Treyson who he loved. He immediately responded..

" Uhh...FOOTBALL..and dad!" Sweet. So glad I made the list.

Can count to three.

Knows his colors. Most days. Really, I think its' just luck.

Screams random words I don't know he can say at random times. Like standing and banging on the fridge screaming "HOT DOG." (Yes, beef is his favorite food group) His talking is showing improvement, but I swear he's destined for years of speech. Like father, like son.

His favorite place is between mom and dad in our bed. He'll go and get us both and pat the bed when he wants us all to lay there.

Would watch Elmo and Super Grover all day if I'd let him.

Lines up his Little People and Animals for hours at a time.

Loves to dress himself. Today his attire included, a diaper, one church shoe and a skull cap.

Cute

I just really need this. Or need to learn to use my photoshop already....:

http://www.etsy.com/listing/60869421/8x10-the-world-is-amazing-and-so-are-you?ref=sr_list_4&ga_search_query=the+world+is+amazing&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_page=&order=&includes%5B0%5D=tags&includes%5B1%5D=title&filter%5B0%5D=handmade

The Incredible Stretching Belly

I suppose I should add, the incredible stretching butt as well.

For all those who take pleasure in seeing other women's bodies go to the crapper, here we are at 24.5 weeks and Trey in his diaper. And don't tell me I look great. No woman pregnant with twins really looks great. Sorry. Call me a hater.

I think the proper response would be that of the slightly senial man at the gas station the other day, in which, seeing me, exclaimed,

"HOLY SH#*".

And I've still got 3 months, sucker.

And it goes without saying, I am very grateful for the ability to carry, two...uuuuh...three...children at once.