We are managing

Somehow we are managing to do some Christmassy things. We have a tree up (I was afraid this wasn't going to happen,), our mantel is decorated, and we have decorated cookies.

My mom's friend made us the cookies to decorate and provided all the frosting and sprinkles, if it weren't for this, there is no way we would have done this fun Christmas activity. These sugar cookies were the best sugar cookies I have had, by the way. I think the trick, is a tid-bit of almond.

Every time I looked, Will was licking his knife- we won't be giving any of the cookies he decorated away to friends.

1st Outing

I made it to the pediatrician with these two with the help of my friend Nicole. The babies are doing quite well. Henry's growing like a champ and Molly is doing just fine as well. She had shrunk a few ounces when we went to the pediatricians, but since then she has been gaining and is pretty close to birth weight.

The 5

Henry

Little and Littler

I finally did it, I took more pics. My fear was that I would blink and I wouldn't have taken many newborn pics of the twins- this stage is so precious. My friend, who is a photographer, is actually coming up from Seattle to take pics of them on Monday, so that will be fun too. But for now, here are some I took today.

How priceless is this one? She put her arm around Henry on her own.

Sir Henry in the front

Molly (littler), Henry (little)

Little bums and footsies

Little everything.

Let's get real

Let's get real for a moment, to ensure that one might not be deceived into thinking that our house always looks like this:

Well, folks that have been over and helped out while I was on bedrest, say... "duh"! This picture was taken when we first moved in and I happened upon it last night. It was quite entertaining for me to look at the picture and then look around our house and see how much can change in a short few months. Initially when we moved in I had this idea that almost all the toys would be upstairs except a few down here. Who was I kidding? Kids want to be where you are. I started looking around and thought, I want our kids to think of our house as a fun place to be, not an orderly place to be. So one afternoon out came the toy box, the book shelf stacked with books and puzzles, the coloring books, and coloring table. I also don't just want our kids to be up in their room when they're playing, I want to be a part of it, watching, interacting. It's only so long that we will have our kids at home with us, and then they'll be at school and some decluttering will happen, but for now, I'm ok with the stuff down here (most the time).

Then, whatever space wasn't filled with their toys we've managed to pack with twin stuff. Every corner seems to be taken up. I'm ok with it now though. It took me really embracing the fact that this is just a phase of life and also embracing this phase of life. Below are some pictures of the changes...

Our dining room table has been converted into a changing table

Our living room is now a play pen, blocking off fireplace use- we really need to do something about that. Pillows and blankets are on the floor, how ridiculous would it be to actually have them on the couch?

And stuff packed in every corner...

This is not all either, more toy boxes, bassinet in bedroom, pack 'n play in kitchen, bouncer in LR, the list goes on....


I think Cutzi might have called it when she guessed that pictures might slow down once we got home. Thus, twins pics have not been taken. I'm still healing and trying to take it easy, but I look at the little bundles and am so motivated to take out the camera. I want to be a little obsessive in documenting as they are only so little for so long. I see them cuddling up against eachother and next to each other and I am totally taken. All this said, more picstures will come, trust me. Little one crying, must go rescue...

Why not?

Why not just tack on a little ER trip? Poor Ada. She was walking and slipped and boom, lip open. We got a call from Edie about an hour before we were planning on leaving the hospital that they thought Ada needed stiches. I was actually quite relieved that it was just stitches after watching Nate's face while he was talking to his mom. Poor Ada. Nate ended up going to get Ada and spent the next 5 hours with her trying to get her in with the plastic surgeon. Nate was with her during the surgery and almost fainted. It was harder for him to watch Ada get stitched up than it was to watch me get cut open- a loving father (a loving husband too, but for some reason the sheet they put between my face and where the cutting is happening actually makes him think it is not me they're cutting into.) Anyways, Ada is doing well and doesn't seem phased. We are all at home now which is nice. At first it was a bit overwhelming because Lucy was catching me up on all that I missed while Will was doing so in the other ear, and then there were the twins and Ada... but this was a good overwhelming, filled with a lot of joy and excitement.