this little piggy

Oh, hey...

This little piggy want to the market...

This little piggy stayed home...

This little piggy had roast beef...

And this little piggy had none...

And this little piggy went weeeeee all the way home!

  

Happy Easter

Easter Sunday was such a blessed day around here. We got to spend time with both sides of the family and celebrate the most joyous and undeserved event in history.

Lo and CG with their younger cousin. Yup. He is eleven months old and bigger than them. {And,is it just me, or does he look more like Logan than Charleigh does?!?}Sweetest, happiest little guy. 

So I really had bought the girls new Easter dresses.  The 18 month size looked too big so I got 12 month dresses. They were HUGE. They went down to their ankles and the armholes were as big as their waists. So they wore these little 9 month numbers that I got at the consignment sale last year. Which they also wore to their baby dedication on Mother's Day. Getting our money's worth. 

Their big cousin Caleb cracks them up. They are infatuated. 

Easter baskets this year went over way better than last year. {It helps that they have control of their appendages now.} The contents of which were almost entirely from the Dollar Spot at Target. 

Their grandma got them each a Lambie which have since usurped monkey as the favorite for sleeping, eating, strolling, riding, and playing. 

My mom always put bathing suits in our Easter baskets every year. {Although they were essentially unusable for a few months in the frigid north.} But you need a new one every year when you're a growing kid anyway so I think this is genius.

I wasn't going to do an egg hunt or anything but then my sister-in-law had a little hunt for the kids on Friday and these girls thought it was the greatest thing since all the Christmas boxes. {And, apparently, they wore these dresses on Christmas Eve, too. Woops. I just love them.}

We Skyped Uncle Dustin. We love him. {And check out that slide from Grammy. They are so spoiled.}

Don't mind the Valentine's Day wreath. It works for Easter, too. And don't mind the duck eating child.

Thankful for a day filled with Jesus and family. I can't wait for the Easter where the girls understand the sacrifice and love of Jesus Christ. Until then, we'll soak up the sheer joy that comes from finding a cracker in a colorful, plastic egg. Hope your Easter was just splendid!

obsessed

They are obsessed with green beans. 

And looking out the window at the big kids.

While wearing crocs.

They are obsessed with their Crocs. They want to wear them with their pajamas. They want to wear them when they're naked. They want to wear them over their other shoes. They want to wear them whether they go with an outfit or not. Let's hope they get over that before Easter. 

They're obsessed with sleeping...They sleep sometimes...but not in their cribs and not at naptime and not for an appropriate naptime length. Anyone who has ever read Babywise or Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Twins or The No-Cry Sleep Solution or any other miraculously sensible sleep book is probably dumbfounded by this. I am, too. I have read everything and tried everything. I can't talk about it. Unless, you're willing to borrow a baby to teach her how to nap. Then we can discuss it. But I doubt that would even work. And I can't complain. Remember when they didn't sleep through the night?! For(almost)ever?!? If sleeping through the night's all I get, I'll take it. 

Logan's new obsession is the stuffed dog the girls got from Auntie Noney at Christmas. Not nearly as portable as her other obsessions. 

Still obsessed with reading. My teacher heart just sings over this. 

And with peek-a-boo.

Another new obsession...the iPad. How is it that they are only 16 months old and we are already dealing with  the appropriate time/use of technology?! Lord, help me when they start nearing the teenage years. I seriously already pray about this. It strikes a certain amount of anxiety in my heart. But for now, I hide the iPad and my phone throughout the day but let them have a little bit of time on it. {So, now, if I don't text you back, it's not me just being absent-minded or losing track of my phone. It's that too many awkward/embarassing things have been 'liked' on Facebook and my phone is thus safely somewhere out of reach. Or I lost track of it...Side note: I used to not really believe parents when their kids would send text messages or like things on Facebook. But I was wrong. Apparently, God has seen fit to show me my judgemental ways. So, I'm sorry if I didn't believe you.} On a positive note, thanks to Peekaboo Zoo the girls  know a whole menagerie of animals and their sounds. Yes, I know. Technology can be a good thing. These two also know their Grammy loves her some iPad. And that she just can't say no. Oh, Grandmas. 

They're also obsessed with being half-naked as often as possible. In case you hadn't noticed, I thought I'd point it out. They get it from their uncle.

today, the girls agreed

 Today, the girls agreed to wear their hair bows. {Or more like, I kept putting them in until they got sick of me.} 

But only if Howard did, too.

Poor, Howie. Sorry, pal, you're out-numbered. Whatever dignity and pride he had left is for sure gone now. 

the days

Oh, babies...

I've heard people say how, being home with little ones, the days are long but the years are short. And that might be true. Some days are loooong and routine and nothing special and 'what am I contributing to society?! Oh, that's right, I'm raising people' that are suddenly over a year old. But, really, one of the things I love about being a mom is that almost every moment is memorable in some way or another. The days may seem routine now but they are filled with moments that are worth remembering. Moments I feel blessed to witness and capture and treasure. 

How you insist on including your monkey in every activity you do--eating, sleeping, 'vacuuming,' jumping. And how I had to hide him today to wash with your sheets. Because sleeping with a cheese covered monkey is gross. 

How you can climb in and out of chairs that are just your size...over and over and over again. Never gets old. 

How you said 'Elmo' plain as day today when you saw your Elmo toy in the toy box. But then when I asked you what you said, you answered, 'Dadadada dog da-guy da-gum daaaaaa.' 

How your favorite word is 'Whoa.' Coffee grinder turns on? Whoa. Fed Ex guy rings the door bell? Whoa. You 'drop' your spoon? Whoa. You find your belly button? Whooooooaaa. 

How you love to stir things all day long. 

How you thought you were going to eat all those blueberries. {Sorry, I don't think so.}

How you make an elephant noise and reach your one little arm way up in the air. 

How you were humming with me on our walk. How you were screaming for no reason later on our walk. 

How you napped at the same time today. {I need to remember this because I may not see that happen again for a few months or ever.} 

How you 'help' unload the dishwasher. And how you then reloaded it with our Girl Scout cookies. 

How I gave you plain Greek yogurt to dip your quesadilla strips in but you decided that's all you really wanted and then went to town on it. 

How you you have a whole, big bathtub but always end up smushed together in one end of it. 

How tomorrow will be the same. Breakfast, chores, chatter, lunch, naps {or maybe not. You know, whatever...}, tears, laughs, dinner, baths. It will be the same. But it will be nothing like today. 

a year with twins: our valentines

Remember these tiny babies last Valentines Day? Oh my word. Remember how we thought Logan was the crazy one at this point? Oh, how times have a-changed. 

Logan and Charleigh

And remember when they used to leave bows in their hair? Those were the days. 

Charleigh and Logan

Except these, these, are really the days. And it's better and harder and easier and sillier and more tiring and more joyful than we could have ever predicted a year ago. 

And I think these pigtails make them look like they are at least five. Are pigtails a little ridiculous at this point? Yes. But were their baby-mullets even more ridiculous? Definitely. 

Also, our washer is broken. Which means no cloth diapers until it's fixed. Which means their jeggings fall right off. What a problem. 

Remember when they used to stay in one place?