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.

Wedded Bliss

Today is our anniversary.
Trevor forgot.
I forgot till my sister in law reminded me.
Awesome!
We really are glad we are married. I mean, three kids in three years? Something must be going right.

No, in all seriousness, I married Trevor because, among various other reasons, he made me uncomfortable. Isn't that strange? Every other man bored me, didn't challenge me, wouldn't push me, and made me feel like I was settling. Than came along the cowboy, who looked like a total HOTTIE, yet slightly metrosexual back then. PROOF:

He took me to PF Changs in huge Diesel red truck, tried to hide his Dolly Parton CDs, ordered 7 dishes (I was a big huskier back then...), and then invited me over to watch Bill O'Reilly. I had a somewhat pseduo-boyfriend at the time, who was quickly dumped via text message (Class act I was) since something much better had come along. Two weeks later, Trevor confessed his love (I'm not joking) to the sultry tunes of Garth Brooks. This was his one and only show of emotion ever or since. So I knew he meant it.

Dating.

First picture together.

Except for the time we broke up, he moved to Minnesota, me to SLC, and he showed up my door step (in tears...cough cough) a week later. Best decision he ever made, I bargain. Months later, we get married. A year later, we have a perfect son. 2 years later, we have twin girls. Oh, and there's a damn dog thrown in there too (apologies for cursing, but the dog deserves it.).
Love you Trevor, even if you did decide to go sell cattle in Utah on our anniversary.

I hope you enjoy your night cuddled up to bovines, while I cuddle with Treyson.

At least your heart will be warmed reading this blog post devoted to our love.

hurry home.

And, thanks for making me perfectly uncomfortable. It's been quite the ride.

Playing in the Snow

Disaster.

30 minutes to get him ready with the conclusion that someone needs to design a kids snow line with boots and gloves that are easy to get on and STAY on.

He lasted about 15 minutes, crying and screaming "BRRRRR...." most of the time.

I had to heft him up a huge snowy hill because he refused to take another step on his own, almost causing the twins to come up in my throat.

But, those two minutes of smiles made me feel like a good mom.

And it's good to feel that way. True or not! :)

(I even took some pictures. RARE.)

Moms of multiples are freaks of nature

Obligatory Update

Treyson @ 22 months. In his sweater from our friend in Argentina.
I finally took a prego picture with a cell phone. So it stinks and I have horrible posture and you can't tell how huge my gut is thanks to an awesome sweater.

I have no exciting updates. Just feel guilty for having no new pictures of Treyson.....Fall should be my favorite time of the year, but really I just try to survive. It's Trevor's busy season. Trying for all of us. There are a lot nights/mornings I spend in tears simply because I'm exhausted (oh, and because I haven't had my hair done in 4 months). Then, I remember, it's only going to get tougher alone with three kids, so I better get over myself.

Treyson is currently working on developing a greater sense of humor. Everything is funny. Everything is a joke. Everything deserves a knee slapping laugh. It's seriously hilarious. I have never seen a toddler who has such an understanding of humor. His talking is improving, but still behind. I'm not surprised, but happy to see new words emerging so we know he's not a complete mute. His current favorite words are "Stop. Don't. NO" fabulous. He is still on the smaller size, but you would be too if you ate 300 calories a day. We're hoping with a 5'8 mom and a 6'4 dad, he hits a growth spurt at some point. Either that or get his own reality show for little people.

Trevor works. The end. I wish I could tell you how he's doing, but I truly never see him.

I am still pregnant with two fetuses. I could go into a lot of gory details, but here's the best summary. I feel at 23 weeks exactly how I did at 41 weeks with Treyson. I am the same size. Gained the same amount of weight. Slept as little. Felt as exhausted. I think being pregnant with twins is SO different than a singleton. It's twice as physically draining. And your thighs get twice as big (oh, how I wish I were kidding.....it's horribly sad). That being said, things are going so well so far. No problems. Not a day goes by we don't thank Heavenly Father for 3 healthy kids.

So there you have it.

We're really boring.

Twins Room

I am a horrible decorator. Actually, I don't think I would be that bad if three things were to occur:

1. I would spend money.
2. I didn't live in a rental.
3. If my husband wouldn't come home randomly with monstrosities he likes to call furniture. (Ask him about the desk....)

Our rental is not THAT bad. It has lots of space. LOTS of WIDE, open SPACE.....just look out my windows.. The problem is, it's REALLY worn. REALLY cheaply built. And really early 90's. But oh well, at least it has four bedrooms! These four bedrooms are in the strangest layout known to man. Master and Trey's room upstairs, two bedrooms downstairs.

Where to put the twins? The only room big enough for two cribs is downstairs. Might be an issue.

I found these picture yesterday...

Wouldn't teal and yellow be a gorgeous nursery?
Mom, come here for Christmas so we can paint before Trevor gets home.
If anyone stumbles across anything that would fit this motif, email me!
If I can't find it at Target, I can't seem to find it!

The Disappearing Penis

Remember those exclusive, "insider" pics of our first u/s I posted on this blog? Remember how EVERYONE thought there was without a doubt a BOY and MAYBE a girl?

God truly has a sense of humor. I have a testimony of this.

The penis has disappeared.

TWO GIRLS.

Everyone here is sort of baffled. Including the u/s techs. They were on the phone with each other trying to figure it out. BUT, it really does look like two girls right now. She checked 3 times.

Perhaps the penis will reappear at the next u/s? Who knows....at this point. I will expect anything.

To be honest, I was a little disappointed at first. I know, AWFUL.....I just LOVE being a boy mom. It's all I know. I have always wanted a slew of boys. Nonetheless, as the shock wears off, I am feeling happier. I think it will be easier for Treyson as he will still be the "favorite" male. And truthfully, this is God's way of ensuring I produce more children. If it had been one of each, I might have considered being done. Trevor wasn't having that.

In other news, all is well. No problems. I am eternally grateful b/c I have had ridiculous amounts of anxiety. Now, I just have to keep these babies in as long as possible.

And learn how to make bows.

And learn to deal with hormones.

Linder Farms

I am obsessed with his profile.

Trevor possibly had more fun than his child.

depression sinks in when ride is over.

I spy little Trey.

Recovered from his near death experience.

Taking my three children for a ride.

happy little tike.

Just in case you were worried I was slacking on my mom duties...we DID go to the pumpkin patch this year. Fall is the busiest time of Trevor's business. BUT, I will have you know I am doing better this year than last. I felt more prepared and more content. I won't lie. I'm really really tired. This pregnancy is double duty in more ways than one and I NEED help some days. Trevor not being around is rough......but doable. I feel like, if I can get through these seasons with less complaining than last, than I am a better person. I'm working on it....

Tangent.

We went late one night after a cattle sale.

We saw some pumpkins.

Treyson hated the inflatable toys.

Trey loved the swing which we learned he was too small for when he literally fell head first suspended in mid air thanks for his legs (almost went into labor on that one....).

Treyson thought the tractors and corn and animals were overrated (he sees these things daily)

Mom learned she was far too fat to fit in the mini-train.

We went after to an all you can eat Chinese buffet at 9pm and sat for 2 hours waiting for all you can eat crab.

It was pretty much the best night.

Treyson John

I wish he would stay this age forever.

Halloween Utah 2010

Helping Layla with her shoes.
Watching #42!

They had a lot of fun together.

The whole Roche Clan. minus the Bball player.

Cousin talk.

They squatted like this for quite some time. No idea why.

I apparently allow my child to play with fire.

Mom and Trey. Trey seems to HATE my big belly.

Thanks to Emily for all the pictures!

We headed South for a quick trip to Utah. Trevor's sister, Kali, plays basketball for UVU so we went down for her first game. It just so happened to fall on Halloween weekend so we were able to celebrate together! It was so fun to see the two cousins together!