almond butter

Man cannot live on bread alone...but how about on almond butter? Because that's pretty much all I've eaten today. Almond butter on toast, on crackers, on apples, on bananas, by the spoonful, on chocolate. {What?! Shamefully, yes, thats true.} Pretty much the only thing I didn't eat it on today was a black bean burger (cause that would be gross, right?) and on cantaloupe (because I was at an alumni thing at Amelie's and didn't have my almond butter with me. By the way, in case you're wondering, Charlotte has an impressive amount of Taylor alumns. Which I love.) 

So you need to stop reading this right now and run out and get your sweet self some maple syrup, molasses, and almonds and get busy making the best almond butter you'll ever have. I promise- making nut butter is easier than you probably imagine. {Hello. If I can do it, anyone can.} And it's more cost efficient than buying a jar at the store. {At least I think it is if you get the almonds in bulk at some place like BJ's, Costco, or Aldi's.) Go here (remember her from my post about oatmeal?) for the recipe for pumpkin spiced almond butter and love your life. Or come by and hold a baby and I'll give you some. Even better.

You can tell Sweet C is mine for sure because she can camouflage with the white door. 'Atta girl. Just like your mom.

this is...

...how we read around here. We're very serious about education.

two months

Flashback: 2 months...

 Charleigh Girl

8 pounds 8 ounces

(8th percentile...at least we're in the positives)

21 and 1/2 inches

    

Lolly Pop

7 pounds 5 ounces 

(-3 percentile...come on now, girl...)

21 inches 

one month

double your fun

What's better than one baby? Two! What's better than one set of twins? Two sets of twins!

Today the girls and I got all dressed in real clothes {I'm doing much better about that, by the way. The girls are almost always in real clothes and people typically don't get past looking at them. Which works for me. But, lately, getting myself ready has become a lot easier due entirely to the fact that the girls find the ceiling fan and their hands extremely entertaining.} to go on a walk with Amy and her baby boys. The girls were so excited to see their boyfriends that they both pooped their pants right before we walked out the door. And I had to change them. Again. Which made us late. {We are almost always late.} But thankfully the boys have a very patient mother.

The forecast called for a warm, cloudy day but, just as we got all four kids snapped into their respective double strollers, it started to sprinkle. Oh. No. Do we go ahead and risk being caught in a downpour with four babies and two moms that aren't that fond of running? Or pack eeeverything back up? We decided to risk it. Apparently, once you've bothered to get two four babies ready for an activity you forge ahead, come hell or high water. I'm glad we did. After a few minutes of light rain, the sun came out and we walked until it was time for all those babes to eat again. It was just so great to catch up with Amy (who is hilarious and a wonderfully laid-back mama) and see how much her boys have grown since the last time I saw them. Their chubby cheeks are the sweetest thing. {At two months old, they have now caught up to my girls in weight. I think we need to kick it up a notch, ladies.} 

Real clothes. A sunny day. A walk with friends. Pizza at 11:00 with your husband even though you already ate dinner earlier? What a great day.

Check out those awesome matching double strollers. We love them. Like a lot.

i have said and/or felt all these things

"I brake for birds, I rock a lot of polka dots, I have touched glitter in the last 24 hours, and I find it fundamentally strange that you’re not a dessert person. That’s just weird, and it freaks me out. And I’m sorry I don’t talk like Murphy Brown, and I hate your pantsuit. I wish it had ribbons on it, or something to make it just slightly cuter." Jess, New Girl

m.i.a.

So we've been missing in action on here due to one important thing: my mom was in town. And she brought her best friend Jeri Jo. Which means we were bouncing about from hither to yon all week. Those two are like Lucy and Ethel. I would pay money to watch them traipse through Italy or stalk movie stars in Hollywood. It would be hilarious and frustrating all at the same time. Love it. We were much too busy (and, thus, sleepy) to post much. We had important things to do like...


Snuggle a great-grandma.

Spend five hours (I kid you not) in Ikea. {I would be fine if I never saw another Swedish word again. Nothing against Sweden or Swedish people. I think both are beautiful.} 

Pretty impressive cart-wheelchair-stroller chain. 

Snuggle a grandma.

Find out how much we've grown. 

Shop with a Noney-Jo.

Copying, cutting, stuffing, and addressing wedding invitations for Jeri's wedding in July. (I missed out on most of that...)

Go on walks with some pretty great aunties.

Excuse the blurry phone pictures...

Snuggle some more. 

And more. Mostly, there was a lot of baby snuggling going on. 

sweet dreams

The past two nights I had every intention of posting a little something on here. {I also had every intention of putting the laundry away...} I will blame my lack of productivity on P-dubs. And here's why. He's the best baby-putter-to-bed I've ever seen. He changes them. He talks to them. Makes them laugh and get all riled up and then miraculously calms them down right into the heavy eyelid phase. He puts them in their bassinets. {Yes. They still sleep next to our bed. Mostly because I am (1) paranoid and (2) lazy. When you're still feeding two babes a few times in the night you don't want to be dragging yourself down the hall to the nursery where you will have to turn on a light, pick up a baby, and THEN feed them. By that time everyone's completely awake. And we will have none of that in this house. I prefer nighttime babies to stay mostly asleep. No matter what.}And leads them off to the Land of Nod via his guitar. Well, apparently, his ghee-tar has some magical effect on this mama as well. The last few nights I've climbed into bed as he's playing the girls to sleep thinking that after they were sleeping I 'd get up and get busy on my to-do list. I've done it before, I swear. But wouldn't you know...the next time I wake up it's the middle of the night and someone needs to be fed. And there I am half-way through the night fully clothed without my teeth brushed or face washed. I've fallen asleep maybe three times in my life without brushing my teeth. And I know one of those was at summer camp.  This morning Paul said he might as well just start swaddling me and putting me down with the girls. Ridiculous. Good thing this is a Leap Year and I have a whole extra day to catch up.