Deliciously cute

I'm used to folks giving babe stickers, I'm used to folks stopping everything that they are doing, holding up a line just to get her attention to talk to her, I'm even used to people following us around freaking her out, but yesterday somebody bought her candy. I'm not sure at what age this stops but umm, it was delicious.PONY RIDE! PONY RIDE! PONY RIDE! PONY RIDE! PONY RIDE! PONY RIDE! PONY RIDE! PONY RIDE! PONY RIDE! PONY RIDE! the whole drive over.

Let the games begin!

It's nice and rainy outside so I found some Halloween coloring pages and Halloween computer printables and we're going to have ourselves a spooky fun time. Why the cat needs his own page to nap on is beyond me but he's managed to choose just the one I wanted. This holiday season our cat is psychic.Here's our busy bumble bee at gymnastics. The cuteness might sting you so careful when viewing Halloween babe photo.

animal education

We know cats and we know dogs. There are meerkats and there are prairie dogs. But a meerkat is more of a mongoose which isn't a goose AT ALL and a prairie dog is actually a squirrel. Try and keep up because babe is already lost. The English language and its ability to name leaves us all in a constant query.
Yee intruders beware. Babe will love you and squish you and hug you and kiss you and stick you in her pocket for later.

dirty

I'm a dirty mess. Made the neighbors laugh though so I still have that going for me. Why is it weird to see a pregnant lady barefoot gardening, more specifically dipped in dirt from head to toe? Babe helped, you can tell can't you. I was going to let you guess but why would I be throwing dirt up trying to catch it with my face?
Let me clarify babe, there are balloons and there are pants. There are even balloon pants. But you can't actually make a balloon wear pants. I'm not sure either.

It's a BOY and a GIRL!! ... surprise?

Yep there is no surprising me apparently. Man oh man are our kiddos cute and super healthy and I go back in 4 weeks for another anatomy scan for a closer look at the organs but both of them behaved, relatively. Our son, 10oz. heart beat at 152 had his legs bent over his body so he could poke himself in the facewith his toes, classic babe maneuver. Our daughter, 9oz. heart beat at 164 was literally punching and kicking like a boxer with a grudge. Yeah, she's grounded.

Ultrasound tomorrow!

So, tomorrow is my big ultrasound which we've scheduled for the late afternoon. So my blog post tomorrow won't go up until the evening. It was that or make you wait an additional day and I can't do that. You've all been waiting just as patiently, ahem, patiently as I have. However if the doc decides the babesaren't cooperating which is apparently a common thing with twins I might have an additional appointment in two weeks. We shall see... tomorrow. Go babies!!

I will rise

but I do not have to shine. Babe is doing that for me courtesy of her operatic stylings of the ABC song sung at the top of her lungs. At this point I have to wonder how I can get the same sleep she's getting because I would love to literally open my eyes and greet the morning Mary Poppins style but at this point I
doubt that even she has this kind of ear piercing enthusiasm that can send our cat running for his life. Let us hope the neighbors can't hear everything.

eek ack ahhhhhhhhhh

Quick somebody find my rain boots. What? What do you mean you can't find them because I don't own any? I want a refund. Fine, grab my chartreuse sequin go-go boots and maternity hot pants. What I don't own any maternity hot pants? What is this blog/pregnancy coming to? A girl needs to be prepared for all inclement weather.As babe's rain boots are four sizes too big and require a kind of sideways high-step to keep them from falling off I shall be giggling all day.

Who's with me? Anyone?

It's a really good thing that Boyfriend isn't pregnant too because then both of us would be sitting around together concocting plans of zero rationality with infinite taste-ability. I've been trying to convince him to buy a spaghetti restaurant which would save money in the long run; makes perfect sense when you don't think about it.Babe knows that when mamas eating her pasaghetti stand back because it's loud, messy, and a tad frightening most of the time.

...special shout out...

To my two favorite nieces who just turned six. Happy birthday lovely ladies, your auntie loves you heaps and loads and will never forget the days you were born, one reg delivery, one c-section on two separate days just to toy with your mom. Did I mention they're fraternal twins? Did I mention all the twins on both sides of the family?I should probably do that at some point... wait. Babe loves hanging with her cousins; they have all the coolest toys and clothes of course.

Spooks by: Sandra Liatsos

There's a goblin at my window,
A monster at my door.
The pumpkin at my table
Keeps on smiling more and more.
There's a ghost who haunts my bedroom,
A witch whose face is green.
They used to be my family,
Till they dressed for Halloween.

I'm getting anxious can't you tell, ready for my little bumble bee to take flight and join the candy craziness that is a kids favorite holiday.

drum roll pleaseeeee

Actually two drums, one for each babe and because you can't announce the ultrasound date without a tambourine, we'll need some of those too. Anybody have a working kazoo? Yeah, me either. Why is that? I can't tell you the date without a kazoo or at least a harmonica. Fine, the ultrasound is set for the 27th.
Aw yes; folks often forget the healing power of raisins. Luckily babe is there to remind us by rubbing them on scratches, cuts and bites.

Time to fall into Fall.

Time to deflate the kiddie pool and bring in the house plants, time to do the final pruning and hope for the best, time to stop watering and start raking. Time to find my scarf and put it on, time to roll around in the wet grass like a loony without a care; I don't know the cat is doing it. What time do you have?
Babe needs to bring in her summer toys and tend to those plants. I didn't teach her gardening the art of weed pulling for nothing.

Guilty!

I'll admit it just this once. It was I. That little ripple you felt yesterday was caused by me tearing a small, I said small, hole in the time-space continuum. I was merely trying to stay on top of the holiday madness and figured nobody would notice if I ordered my Christmas cards one month early. Apparently this is not the case.If I've told babe once I've told her three times. Mama doesn't want you to share your peas with me because they hold special powers only meant for toddlers.

buybuybuy

As I kept explaining the whole Santa Christmas thing to babe one thing became clear, mama's nuts. So we turned her loose in a toy store to see what she really wanted this holiday season. Conclusion, stuffed animals, large ones, as big as she can carry. I was hoping for jet packs and space suits but she hasn't read my manifesto yet.
Here are some of my favorite on-line shopping stores that have made our holidays complete; Baby Earth, Fat Brain Toys, Growing Tree Toys and Moolka.

Part 2

Well, I did happen to find my lucky underpants so World Domination Step 1 is well under way. It's a fairly straight forward simple plan that really only involves three steps; Step 1; Find lucky underpants. Step 2; umm... er...? And then finally Step 3; World Domination! Still sorting out Step 2 but that shouldn't take very long.Babe's newest phrase to date is "Why not?" and so she seems surprisingly baffled by my answers but the time space continuum does in fact affect apple sauce.

You know what today is....

It's time to register for the GCDH! Today is also a great day for finalizing those Halloween costumes. Or, if you should feel so inclined, and you know I do, it's only 68 days counting today, until my 31st birthday, yeah! In honor of all this and the unbelievably warm weather, my allergies have attacked my face and I've lost my voice.
It's hair clip time. Babe's hair is finally long enough even with the curly cues to poke her in the eyes. Oh, or maybe it's head band time. Oh man, somebody hide my wallet.

I've been framed.

In a futile effort to get babe to stop biting her favorite stuffed animal I took it upon myself to speak for him and let him voice his opinion which went like this "please stop biting me". And of course right on cue with Boyfriend coming home from work and stepping into the house what does babe say: "Please stop biting me mama".Hey sock monkey, Andy from Raggedy Ann and Andy just called. He'd like his clothes back. Seriously, the overalls don't even fit you.

So let me get this straight...

I was driving my car from the backseat through a mall to get to my high school English class, where I had to finish up on tricycle. But not before I prepared a breakfast of an artichoke that I wasn't able to eat because I had to wash MY grandma's laundry. It goes downhill from there; my pregnancy dreams really have no filter.Babe talks in her sleep, mostly she just says "mama" or "papa" but she's been known to confirm and deny things just like her father.

When it comes to decorating...

for the holidays I'm a staunch believer that less is more so none should be AWESOME! Well, this falls apart with a kiddo and I'm glad. We do the pumpkin thing but we don't carve. Last year we carved and let me tell you nothing brings in the scariness of Halloween like a toddler wielding a knife stabbing a gourd.This year we opted for safety, well as much safety as one can achieve with permanent markers. Some day when babe is older she'll look back on this and shake her head.

Dear Monday,

Go away.
-K

Yeah I thought that letter was going to be longer too but apparently my work here is done. I'm just super lazy efficient like that.
And the number one reason I can't pick you up my love is because mama is on the potty and she's already picked you up.

The big question remains...

Exactly how I ask you all am I supposed to achieve world domination, minus my failed Pinky and The Brain attempts, when I can't find my lucky underpants. This is vital folks. You don't set out onto the battlefield without your weapons and shield and you certainly don't try to conquer the planet without your Wednesday skivvies.Babe would have lucky underpants too but she's able to harness her power with or without clothes. I've tried this tactic. Neighbors ran screaming.

The four month belly bump.

Here it is and yes we'll tell you genders when we know them (less than 3 weeks away) and yes I'm 100% certain it's a boy and a girl (8 dreams have told me so) and no Boyfriend we're not naming them Nefertiti and Horace and yes, finally, the nausea has subsided, finally, and yes my maternity clothes are way appropriate for twins.
I won't lie babe is going to get her wish of being able to pick fresh fruit right off the trees in an orchard today while the petting zoo is clearly just for me.

Twin Update!!

We have fraternal confirmation, hey, hey. Lefty or 'babe of wonder and excitement' was rocking out bobbing along with the sound of my gas bubbles where Righty or 'babe of thrills and action' was leaning back kicking with both legs in a futile attempt to break free. I have bad news Righty... you're mine all mine muah hahahaha.
Babe wasn't impressed but she should be because at this stage they really do look like dinosaurs and babe loves dinosaurs MORE THAN EVERYTHING, her words not mine.

I'm just saying....

ahem, or not. You decide.

the shape of numbers

babe: 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,Papa! me: Did you know that numbers are infinite. babe: Infant! me: No, um, infinite, it means they go on forever. babe: Infant! me: Do you know what forever means? babe: I'm not mean. me: No I know that you're not mean, I just mean that unlike the alphabet there is no end to numbers.
babe: a,b,c,d,e,f,g,h,i,j,k,l,m,n,o,p,q,r,s,t,u,v,w,x,y,z me: See you know what I'm saying. babe: What am I saying? me: Well, sometime I have no idea.

Mysteries Revealed

Top three possibilities as to why my tailbone hurts are: 1. peacock preening practice class (have to give the squirrels some excitement) 2. concrete bum bouncing (an effective non-chemical weed killing tool) 3. Catching rogue bullet... trains... from behind (entertainment for the little one). These are the options, I will not deviate.Babe woke up with antenna, I literally had no idea that bed head was capable of such insect-like mimicry. I stand corrected.

cameras at the ready

We spent the weekend doing yard work which looked like some sort of unrehearsed circus performance as boyfriend climbed onto the roof to clean out the gutters while I unsuccessfully chased babe who had begun to pull out all the good plants while dancing in her best effort to help. Cat helped, in the only way he knows how, ahem.
When babe counts her fingers on the right hand she always gets to eight. Meanwhile when it comes to the other hand she always gets to the letter 'h'.

IT'S GONNA BE AWESOME!!!!

Well it is. I participated last year and found EVERY SINGLE ONE. What in the world am I talking about now? I'll tell you.... its The Great Cloth Diaper Hunt, sooo much fun. It's an on-line scavenger hunt that lasts a month because there is a ton to find and if you love cloth diapers or cloth diapering as much as I do, join the fun!
I've ruined babe. Mama needed a rice dream ice cream sandwich so I gave babe a bite. Now every request has ice cream in it, example: "potty ice cream mama".

yawwwwwn, what

And we wonder why I wake up so confused. Where am I, what's going on, what happened? And then I hear it... Boyfriend signing a song from Grease and the overpowering odor of him cooking french toast for lunch. Saturdays are confusing and it's a real wonder as to why my dreams have copious amounts of dancing, spandex and breakfast burritos.The songs are sung as follows: "egggg, pickles, panties panties" or my other favorite "I like to eat eat eat nom nom nom applananas".

part of a complete breakfast

There goes the ice cream man down our street playing his music trying to get repeat business, all before 8am. I mean who doesn't start the day with ice cream. All I know is that he's been parked a couple feet away from our house for five minutes so someone's buying. Well, what can I say; the twins love their breakfast Bomb Pop.Don't worry about babe she starts every breakfast the same way, a pickle and a couple meatballs with raisins and a banana.