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!