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.

Brooke's Visit!

My best friend from high school recently came to stay with us a few days. I was scared Brooke would be shocked out our INCREDIBLY boring life....but of course, she jumped right in and became my sister wife - I'm beginning to think those crazy polygamists are on to something (ew) - but I digress. Baking cupcakes with Treyson, holding a constantly fussy Oakley, or hauling around chubby Reagan....she was a rock star. It was so nice to have company which I, and my kids, adore. I have got to be better about taking pictures though!