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Mostly Wordless Wendesday – Gingerbread Girls…   18 comments

Bridget loves to make cookies, but this was the first time the girls got to taste some of our handiwork. After a celebratory “cheers” (is it bad my daughter tells me to drink more wine, and my toddlers know how to cheers before their first birthday?? LOL) the girls chowed down. Well, sort of… Taylor demolished her cookie and started attempting to pick up the crumbles left on KCs plate. KC kept half-heartedly gumming hers, but I’m pretty sure she was confused as to what all the fuss was about. And now that I’ve posted these pictures, i’ve just noticed that my husband has (yet again) given Taylor a mowhawk after her bath… Again?!?
 
Bridget and Taylor "cheers" their gingerbread cookies!

Bridget and Taylor "cheers" their gingerbread cookies!

Taylor's first taste of Christmas Gingerbread
Taylor’s first taste of Christmas Gingerbread
Kennedy's first taste of Xmas gingerbread
Kennedy’s first taste of Xmas gingerbread
Hmmm - KC's not sure if she really likes this gingerbread stuff
Hmmm – KC’s not sure if she really likes this gingerbread stuff
Love how she holds everything like such a little lady - pinkie raised and all!
Love how she holds everything like such a little lady – pinkie raised and all!

 

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When I was a kid, Christmas morning was a frantic blur of activity. Not just because we were blessed with many presents to unwrap. Mainly because we had to accomplish an entire Christmas Day in a few short hours so that we could get on the road nice and early to head north to my paternal Nanny and Grampa’s house. We would rush through mad present opening, power down the decadent Christmas morning ‘farmer’s breakfast’ my mom was famous for (pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, toast, hashbrowns – the works! Soooo good…), then head back to fly through more presents before getting cleaned up and presentable. It was rushed, frantic, and to be honest, sometimes felt like a bit of waste of time. All I wanted to do was laze around with my parents on one of the only days I actually got them all to myself (and together, which was equally rare). But instead, we rushed away to spend time with the side of the family that didn’t even seem to like us much. Read the rest of this entry »

“One knows not the worth of water till the well is dry…”   5 comments

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My husband knows to get water. It could be 7:30 in the morning, or just after dinner, or even (on more occasions than I’d like to admit) 3am, but he knows. He shows up, unbidden, with a huge mason jar of water in his hand and silently hands it to me, knowing even before I do that I’ll be thirsty as the Mojave Desert in about 35 miliseconds. Once those two little mouths trigger their first milk let-down, my body screams at me for re-hydration, and shakes its angry fist over the fact that I forgot (again) to drink enough to rehydrate after our last nursing session. So my hubby knows that no matter what else might be helpful, first off, I’m gonna need water. Over the last seven months of us nursing our twins, he’s learned to anticipate and be rewarded.

Usually, it’s just a tired smile and a “Honey, you’re the best…” Not too infrequently, that’s followed with, “And while you’re here, could you just grab my (blackberry, TV remote, lunch, hair elastic, etc) from the other side of the room and bring it over for me??” Because, unfortunately for Will, he’s the only one in our family with any foresight. One of the downsides of nursing twins (at least, simultaneously nursing twins) is that once you’re sitting down and in position with two little mouths latched on, you’re kinda stuck there. There’s no casual nursing while wandering around the kitchen tidying with the other hand… There’s no getting your own water, answering the door, grabbing the telephone, using the facilities, or any of the other 999 things I used to do while nursing my first daughter, Bridget. Nope. There is just 15 minutes of staring at the wall and talking to yourself, if you didn’t have the foresight to get what you needed first before you picked up the two babies. Which is what usually happens when I’m on my own.

But, blessedly, when my dear spouse, or my newly useful (almost) three year old are around, I get my water. Or my Blackberry. Or whatever else I am requesting. Because they love me. And that’s just what family does…

 


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