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Trey

The little baby is becoming a real live boy. I hate to be the whistle blower, but there will always be something special about your first born. The past few months have been huge for Treyson developmentally. He's now a full blown talker (I guess he DIDNT need speech therapy...). I love this stage...he comes up with the most random words and ideas. He can count - though he often leaves out 4 and 5. He can identify colors. He can ride his four wheeler EVERYwhere. His favorite thing in the world to do is go with his dad to work (I think it might be TRevor's favorite too). I beg Treyson to stay home with me because I miss him so...but he always pats my back and says "I sorry mommy. I go work cows." I mean, killing me here! He adores the outdoors, has to be wearing boots and a hat like dad, and hates to sleep. His favorite show is Caillou and would watch it a million times in a row if I let him. He is pretty much considered potty trained and loves his SUPERGROVER underwear. He likes to "fix" things and can often be found with a wrench down his pants or in hand. He loves his family. He can always tell the twins apart and if you ask him who cries more, he screeches "OAKIE!" He loves his sisters. More than I ever imagined he would in my wildest dreams. He loves to go on jogs with mom. Pumps his arms when he runs. He is the ring leader in nursery. Last week, I peeked in to find him "MARK, set, GO" - ing the whole nursery and then leading a mad dash from one side of the room to the other. My mom pride swelled when he stopped to help a fallen comrade and patted him on the back repeatedly. HOW do they learn that? I swear I'm no super mom who teaches these amazing things.....These kids are SO. GOOD. He loves to talk on the phone and has now figured out "green button" calls people. awesome. Other pastimes include, auctioneering, telling stories about BIG bulls, farting on command, calling his dad a "HOT head" and playing with his best friend, a gorgeous 12 year old blonde girl named Ashley (great taste in women already).

When, I think about Treyson, I get teary eyed. And please remember, I am not an overally sentimental person. I just feel like Treyson has made me really learn what joy is.

Reagan Anna

Sweet Reagan. You are my sanity - my constant. When your brother and sister are being crazy, you are so calm and happy. Sometimes, I think you must have fallen asleep, when really, you are just happy and content sitting wherever I might have left you in order to tend to the other needs of life. It makes me feel so guilty. You have the most tender heart. You live to eat and have finally convinced me I CAN produce a chubby baby who likes food (oh, what peace...). You don't sleep through the night, but only because you NEED food. It's okay though, b/c I LOVE our night feedings. It's our time. Sometimes, I sneak you into bed with me (don't tell your sister) just because you are soft, cuddly and delicious.

You have the stinkiest gas I've ever smelt come from a small child. Your favorite person has to be your Grandma Roche. She gets you to squeal and talk like NO ONE else can. It's hilarious. You are quite lazy. Tummy time results in a good nap. Your eyes squint up in your chubby face. Everyone says you look like your brother, but I don't see it much. I've also been told you look like Papa. I think that's just because you're fat and almost bald. :) I think you look like a cute little bear cub with the most kissable heart shaped lips. You love the water, but still hate to be naked. You drool buckets upon buckets. I'm counting on a tooth soon. Your cry is the most heart wrenching sound ever. I feel an overwhelming desire to protect you - like your innocence is even more than Trey's or Oak's. You melt our hearts.

Oakley (almost) 4 months

The girls turn 4 months in a couple weeks. I've been so horrible documenting the details of their personality/growth, but, we've been a little busy so I'll cut myself some slack.
My eldest daughter, Oakley June.
Oakie. You've given me more a run for my money than your other siblings. The colic combined with your firey temperment was a little rough, but it's improving daily. You have more personality than I ever imagined a baby having. You have an opinion already from what position you are laid in, or what side you nurse on (right side always)....you know what you want. When you are tired, you scream and scream and scream and are inconsolable. I usually just have to stick you in your swing because it's the only thing that seems to work at that point. Church is horrible b/c it falls right during your afternoon nap. You and I spend most of the time in the hall...walking and walking...You are a little smaller than your sister. Probably b/c you eat to live only. It's okay though, I've dealt with a baby like that before! You sleep through the night - which is amazing. You have a harder time napping during the day. You are attentive, inquisitive and wide eyed. You don't give up smiles for anyone...we have to work for it. You are just becoming fascinated with your hands and toys. You have an obsession with your tongue. You squeal so loudly and high pitched. I fear you are blessed with more my personality than your dads. I tell your dad, you are the one who is going to be my best friend and biggest challenge come 2025. All the challenges of your personality have bonded us quite tight.

Exercise.

Exercising isn't as easy as it once was....lately, we've been packing 3 deep to fit a work out in! Thank goodness for beautiful weather.

Farmers Market

Every now and then, we actually leave our house. Every now and then, I can convince Trevor it's OKAY to take a couple hours off work and be drug along to some "liberal" fest - as he calls them. I will admit, we saw far too many Subarus and Tevas.....but, it was fun.
And in the hour we were there, we only got stopped 17 times - not counting the people we outright ignored and kept walking. Oh, twins - YES, we DO have our hands full (duh). Yes, it was a surprise. Yes, they are girls (Big bows not give it away?). No, they are not identical. Yes, they are cute.
It was interesting to take Treyson out for the first time in our "potty training bootcamp" week.
He might, or might not have pulled his pants down and pooped in the parking garage.
Him, and the homeless man, now have a lot in common.
IF anyone has an issue with that, YOU come potty train!
The end.
Pretty, soft hearted Reagan.

Unsuspecting child. Dressed up U of I mascot. Hiding from strange, dressed up creature.
Total Meltdown.

Guess he's a BSU fan.

This is how Treyson sits when he is peeing his pants. WE're learning.
Miss Oakley. Showing off her once a day smile.

I mean, seriously. Don't you want to take him home?

Homemade donut holes are so yum.

Young father who would rather be found with his hand up a cow butt.
The one woman circus show. Yes, I do wear strategically baggy shirts. No, I do not have a hunch back.

Random Weekend Happenings

Trey now takes his 4 wheeler down with dad to move cattle. Quite hilarious.
Mom attempted to take a photo with Treyson. Unsuccessful.

Trevor spent his Father Day "allottment" on
a new cowboy hat for Treyson. Such a good dad.

Reagan was happy.

Oakley wore her new dress, thanks to Aunt Kali P., to church. Reagan wore the same one.

The girls. Aren't these onesies awesome? Thanks Dedre! I want them in every size so when we go out, people won't ask who is who even though they look totally different.

Paris

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Blue eyes everywhere....

If I ever bear a brown eyed child, I won't claim it.

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Three.

I swear I have not come to terms with the idea "I have three kids". It's amazing how much my life changed in 4 short little years. Married. Idaho. Treyson. Twins. I struggled a ton with all the changes at first, but feel like I'm finally settling into it all.
Yet, there are still mornings I wonder how in hell's handbasket I have children. THREE children. I still don't even understand how to file my taxes. Or which way is north and south. Or how to check my oil. Yet, here I am, not as thin, not as tan, not as blonde, but perfectly content (well...okay...not PERFECTLY content...then, I wouldn't be Andrea.) with three little goobers puking/peeing/pooping on my comforter, granting me no time to work out, and leaving me utterly exhausted.....yet utterly happy.

How does that work?

Looking at all three of them side by side makes me realize how ALIKE they all look. It's like this out of control menagerie of Trevor and Andrea.
Reagan is only 6 oz heavier than Oakley, but her head is LARGE.

On a side note...I swore I would never put huge flowers on my girls' heads. Apparently, I broke that promise to myself. Is it bad that I sort of like my girls to look ridiculous? It's fun!

Oakley

We've had a rough few weeks with Oakley. She's had a rough time with colic - which finally seems to be improving. Then, this past week we feared she might have somehow (cough cough TREVOR) caught a nasty cow-bourne disease. We're still waiting to "collect" enough "sample" to be tested, but things seem to be a little better. (On a side note. Can I just curse those cows for a second? They pay my bills, but what dirty, smelly, time consuming creatures!)

Oakley is my first "hard" baby and perhaps, in others' terms, she is not difficult at all - but in comparison to Reagan and Treyson, she is a beast. I have a sick feeling she will be like me as a teenager.. Kill me now.
I find it so interesting how you can determine some personality traits from the womb. Oakley was the one constantly moving, causing me heartburn and kicking my ribs. Now, She is so strong determined, and vocal. She is smart as a whip. Up all day and sleeps like a rock at night. Not interested in eating (Treyson II...what is it with my kids and eating?) but interested in the world around her. She's slightly bi polar but her happy times are hilarious; thus, making up for those non stop cry fests.

The other night, She was all about Trevor. I had to snap a few pics.

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

We've had so much rain and cool weather lately. It's been a bummer since the twins are ready to rock their rompers and Trey's dying to hit the pool (mother is not). BUT, the other night there was the most amazing rainbow. Treyson thought it was so cool....

The Twin's blessing

In our church, we do not baptize till the age of 8. Infants are instead, given a name and a blessing from their father or another worthy holder of the Melchizedek Priesthood. Trevor did an amazing job. I was a little distracted due to the fact Reagan leaked pee ALL over herself, her dress and me. She was blessed first due to the pee and due to the fact Oakley was sleeping and I knew she would scream. In true Oakley fashion, she screamed the first minute, but then settled down. It made me laugh.
The one thing that stood out to me was a blessing that they would have a special bond and friendship which would last far beyond the rhelm of this world. Sometimes, I'm so caught up in "managing" the twins, I forget to remember how special they are. No doubt they will help each other and stand by each other at times even I can not.
We were blessed to have many friends and family here. Just for memory's sake the men who stood in the circle to bless the girls were: Grandpa Roche, Vernon Roche, Ryan Roche, Great Grandpa Muir, Dan Furhiman, Hootie Roche and, of course, Trevor. My heart hurt knowing my own dad and brothers couldn't be there, but such is life. It was a very special time.
Afterwards, the madness began and we had a little (large) luncheon at our house. My OCD went out the window and we tried to feed, and control, the masses confined in our small house. When all was said and done, it was a beautiful day. I'm still exhausted, but it was well worth it. So grateful for all those who were there, physically, and in spirit. We are blessed with a beautiful, healthy, family and it is not something we take lightly. Heavenly Father sent these little spirits here and our eternity has changed forever because of it.
Now here's a ton of photos in no order.

We have the same picture of Ryan (Trevor's brother) and Treyson. Either he's really good with babies or he's really boring....they always fall to sleep.

Miss Alice Teal. Trevor's cousins' daughter. She and Treyson look like siblings.Layla. Ryan and Emily's daughter. "Gram" (Trev's grandma) and Oakley.

Vernon. Trevor's uncle.

What do ya know....a picture with me IN it! We wanted trey in it as well, but he had already stripped down to nudity and was running around the back yard. Go figure.

Notice both girls are screaming. Notice my tan thanks to the nector of the Gods - Bare Escentuals "faux Tan' Buy it. You'll thank me.

The lone ranger.

Miss Reagan.

Hootie, Ryan, Kali (Trevor's sister), who managed to make it up from Utah- despite her recent knee surgery!

Beautiful girls. We were in a rush (of course) so I didn't get as many pics as I should have.

Sweet Oakley June.

Crazy Trey. That's either Jam or lipstick all over him. He was caught eating both.

Poor little Oakley waiting to be dressed. Heading to doc today in hopes of figuring out what's hurting her tummy.

The beautiful dresses my mom made. She's amazing I tell ya.

Trey's Boredom

I won't lie. Life is pretty boring for Mr. Treyson since these babies came. I try to find time each day to spend with him, but two babies require a lot of attention. Today, I found him like this. It broke my heart. I wish I could do more with him, but life changes and we all have to adapt. Soon, he will have two little girls to play with/beat on/talk to. Right?

Some days, he gets to go to work with dad. Everyday he BEGS to go with Dad. Wouldn't you want to? I'm so grateful Treyson gets to grow up with so much hard work, outdoors, and so many cows. They make up for all the damage we've caused him.

Warming Up

We FINALLY got to bust out some of the cute summer clothes.
LOVING the beginnings of thigh chub.
If only my thigh chub was as delicious.
I used to LOVE cottage cheese.