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!

More from kansas...

Games with bro and sis in law. I won. Ryan cheated.

Trey and Maddie. Lion cousins. (Not Trey's real costume, but an excellent last minute find!)

Leave it to my child to find the cows and not want to leave.

Lion. Very Overwhelmed by the masses of children screaming and the idea of free candy.

love.

What he lacks in speech he makes up for in coordination.

Straight to the golfing game. Again, Trevor's been brainwashing.

Loves his "BUDDIES!" ("He calls all his uncles "BUDDY!")

I went to Kansas and forgot my camera. (Totally not shocking with my lack of brain function lately). Luckily, my mom snapped a few for us.

We're finally back in town after a 2 week stint. SO much to catch up on, when all I really want to do is sit and eat hamburgers while watching the last 2 weeks of the Office and Greys. Stay tuned for lots more updates.