Happy, Happy Birthday Babies

Today was Lil Prince and Bay Bit’s 1st birthday. I can hardly believe it! We had fun, fun, fun, and wish we could have had you all over to share in the chaos. Here’s just a taste of the craziness (Sorry about the editing, the clips are chosen and mixed randomly by the program I’m using.)

Hope you enjoy!

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And an encore of my favorites…
In retrospect, this was too much cake!;)
Daddy’s little man…
One happy birthday girl!
Bday20 cake,

Bday19 Cake,

Bday18 CAKE!!!;)

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I’ve been slacking with the camera work lately. I do have a video or two that I can post, but I’m regretting that I haven’t taken out the still camera in awhile. I’ll have to focus on “Kodak moments” this weekend.
For now, words will have to suffice. And boy, there are A LOT of words around here! For instance, a few days ago Tiny Dancer found some very long poles in the backyard (they belong to Grammie’s camper). I saw her dragging them around, and ran out to stop her. “Tiny Dancer, what? How? Uh…Good grief O, uhh..daa…oooff…grrrr…”
To my angry stutter she replied, “Are you……crazy?” Papa Bear stepped outside to find me stomping around the yard, doubled over with hysterical laughter!

Yesterday, I ran after Cuddle Bug as she darted down the driveway. As I scooped her up I said, “OK, you CAN’T DO THAT!” She put her head on my shoulder, patted my back, and replied, “Oh, it’s OK Baby.”
Last night Cuddle Bug climbed up the stairs after playing with her toys, and announced, “Gramma here!” I told her that Gramma didn’t live here (we had a nice visit from her last week). She answered, “NO! Gramma come!”

This morning the girls were having a snack of frozen blueberries. Tiny Dancer asked me what they were, and I said, “Blue. Berries. Blueberries” She repeated, “Boo. Bewees. Bubewees.” Cuddle Bug looked up and said, “Ball. Ice. Baice.” How clever!

Hope you are all having a wonderful weekend!

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If you have twins, actual or Irish, I’m sure you share in my frustration over bedtime. My kids do not go to bed on time!! Having your best friend by your side is like a slumber party every night, and somehow it never gets old. The upside for a parent of twins is that they usually wake up happy.

OK, I thought this might save me a little more time than it actually did!

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The Kind of Mama…

I’m not sure I will ever be the best Mama I can be until I decide what kind of mama I want to me. While I love to cook and bake, read stories to my kids, give and receive “raspberries” or “zerberts”, I’m not sure I’m mature enough to receive complete “fulfillment” from that (especially considering the involution of laundry, and my inability to put it away before it has been folded, knocked over, and refolded at least three times). I think it takes an amazing woman to “just” be “Mom”. I know that I turn to my tutoring and writing to ESCAPE from my children. Now that Papa Bear has gone back to a fifty hour work week, I find myself more physically and emotional exhausted than ever before.

Tonight Papa Bear and I were sitting and discussing our weekend plans, and tears began tumbling from my eyes. I wasn’t even crying, in the traditional sense, but I could not stop them from flowing. Lil Prince is already trying to walk (he low-crawls, but seems to want to skip actually crawling altogether), and I can’t stop the frantic little voice in my head that screams, “Good grief, it’s going to get even harder than this!”

But, yesterday I took a deep breath, and I was “just” a mama. I baked bread for the second time in one week. The unparalleled aroma filled every space in the house, and while it lingered, life seemed a little better, and slightly less complicated.

I’ve started to think frequently about modern conveniences and whether or not we should call them that. First of all, someone has to pay for them which means having to work more hours and spending more time away from loved ones. Secondly, if the smell (and then later the taste) of baking bread could bring me peace, what would my day be like if I spent part of it placing and removing clothes from the line?

OK, this actually sounds awful to me, but it would help to snap me out of my “folding problem”.

Back to yesterday, it was much too windy for the girls to play outside. Actually, the wind blew so loudly that Cuddle Bug was convinced a dog was growling in the garage. She wouldn’t stop pointing at the door, making her meanest growl face, and saying, “Rrrrr, doggie!” So, we sat around inside, ate a lot of popcorn, and read about a dozen books.

They are just starting to get into the whole “video” thing. This poses a tremendous conundrum for me. If I were to let them veg-out and watch back to back movies (or, more likely, the same movie over and over again), my life would be much breezier. But, would I still qualify as their mother, or could I easily be replaced with a baby-sitter? So, I did let them watch a video when they woke up early from nap-time, but when the credits began to roll, and Tiny Dancer pointed at the t.v. and demanded, “A-gin, a-gin!” I put their sing-a-long video on instead, and we danced around the living room for about half an hour. Oh (revelatory moment), that’s the kind of mama I want to be!

Also, it was my second full-day of potty-training. OK, I guess I’ve recovered enough to “talk” about it without crying. Our first try went something like this:

It was a gorgeous morning. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the potty-seats were cleaned-up and ready for use. I sat them both (the potty-seats) in the shade on the back patio. Then I took off the girls diapers, and let them splash around in the kiddie pool until I thought it might be “pee pee time”. I then called them both over, sat them down, and started energetically asking them to potty. After only about ten minutes, my voice began to droop–my encouragement waned. Tiny Dancer acted as if she could not hold up under the pressure, and while still keeping her bottom on the seat, she leaned forward toward me, stretched out her arms, desperately grasped my neck, and held on tight. Then, she began to sob. This started Cuddle Bug to sobbing. I can’t even express the gratitude I felt when my mother-in-law fired up the lawn mower. She was actually mowing the lawn, not simply drowning out the vulgar noises of my children, but I was grateful none-the-less.

About forty minutes into the process, Tiny Dancer did potty. The problem is that she wasn’t trying to, and she wasn’t happy about it. She was in the middle a massive fit at this point, and in her flopping on and off of the chair, she started to pee (while she was in the off-flop). I quickly sat her back on the seat and began to praise her profusely. I clapped and whooped, Cuddle Bug clapped and hollered…but Tiny Dancer continued to wail. I gave her a little candy reward, and she ate it through sobs, chocolate running down her face. “Well, that didn’t work!” I thought. But I was ready for Cuddle Bug to go right away, since she had just seen the process demonstrated so brilliantly.

About an hour into our now hellish morning, Tiny Dancer was lying across my lap, Lil Prince was crying (feeling completely neglected in his activity seat), Bay Bit was still bouncing happily, Cuddle Bug was distraught–I was sobbing. It was time for the babies to eat; so, I grabbed Lil Prince and the Boppie, sat back down by Cuddle Bug, and nursed baby boy while Tiny Dancer sprawled across my legs.

Right about the time Lil Prince finished eating, Bay Bit reached her boiling point. I switched them out, and in the same (extremely uncomfortable) position as before, nursed Bay Bit. When she was done, about an hour and a half into my unraveling nightmare, Cuddle Bug’s potty-seat was still dry as a bone.

This was clearly not going to work, and it was now nap-time. Thank. God. I carried the girls to their room and laid them gratefully in their beds. They fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow (the only plus I can see in this potty-training approach). We tried again, for a much shorted stint, after naptime. The results of day one were: Tiny Dancer, 2 number 1, 0 number 2; Cuddle Bug, 0, 0

Day two was the windy day, so we set up inside on the laundry room floor. This bought went much more smoothly (it would basically have to!) but was still pretty unprofitable. I spent what felt like an hour blowing bubbles, reading stories, and putting on a puppet show; then, as soon as I got up to get Cuddle Bug’s blankie, she peed. As I sprinted back into the room, I could see her pointing into the potty-seat and saying, “Yucky, yea!” She gets it, and I’m excited about that, but it took us forever to get there again. So, after reading horror stories of kids becoming dangerously constipated because they were unwilling to go on the potty-seat, I’ve decided to move on to plan B.

What is plan B? Well, it basically consists of big girl underwear, and A LOT of plastic pants! I’ll let you know how it goes.

Want to share your potty-training stories or advice? Please use the comment section on this post. Write away!

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Catching Up

We’ve been back and forth from the Springs every couple of days since I last posted. The Thorn set is looking really great. We have tickets for the last show, the night before Easter! They put us up for the night in the World Prayer Conference Center because Papa Bear was volunteering two days back to back. The room was really nice, and the girls and I enjoyed just hanging out, and doing each other’s hair.
I can’t believe that Easter is almost here. And it will be summer soon! It already feels like a perfect mountain summer. 100_1857 If it never got a degree warmer (or colder!) that’d be OK by me. Last night we built a fire in our fire bowl, and let the kids play outside until bedtime. We had planned to roast marshmallows, but were having so much fun just swinging in the swing, and hanging out outside, that we never made it to the store. We had mini-marshmallows, but I didn’t think I could find a thin enough stick!
((Hey Mom, I think that we’re just going to take your camper and travel the world!¬†100_1937 After such a long winter, it sure does feel good to be outside. No one wanted to sleep inside last night! Papa Bear¬†almost convinced me to just hook up the monitor, so that we could sleep in the camper and put the kids in the house:) ))100_1920


Mom and Dad were here last weekend, and we had a good time with them. 100_1826Tiny Dancer just squealed and squealed when she saw her Uncle Stephen! He is the world’s best uncle. 100_1799 Mom bought the girls the cutest swimsuits, and a bunch of pool gear, for their birthday. I don’t have pictures of them wearing them yet though, cause Brian and I went to church while Mom, Dad, Uncle Stephen, Uncle Michael, and cousin Gabriel went swimming. I brought along the camera, but forgot to take it out of the van before we left! We’re gonna set up the kiddie pool soon though, so I’ll post pictures then.


Every day someone does something new, so as of March 23, 2007, here’s the latest.
Tiny Dancer shakes her head “yes,” really slowly, when you ask her if she’d like to do something that she really wants to do.
Cuddle Bug’s response to this same question is, clapping, a huge cheesy smile, 100_1780_2 and a loud chorus of, “Yea!!!”.
Lil Prince is still delighting in stealing baby sister’s pacifier, but we have yet to get it on camera.
Bay Bit has almost caught up with Lil Prince in height and weight, and is giving him a run for his money in every way.
CB and TD’s new favorite word is, “monkeys”. Any movie or cartoon with a monkey in it is an instant hit! Of course, the same goes for Papa Bear. Ha.


If CB is a gymnast, and she is, TD is an escape artist/magician. A couple of nights ago, we were driving back from the Springs around the girls’ bedtime. Tiny Dancer started crying, so I climbed back to the back of the van to see if I could help make her more comfortable. I adjusted her socks, gave her some milk, offered a cracker, gave her a blanket and Hobbies (her stuffed tiger that looks like the comic book Hobbs). 100_1753 Nothing seemed to help, so I climbed back to the front to let her work it out on her own. She wailed and wailed! I don’t know how long she cried, but she was definitely pitching a record breaking fit. Then it stopped. “Ahhhhh” we sighed, but too soon! After about a two minute break, she started in again. This cry was totally different that the last though, so I climbed back to the back again. Apart from her diaper, she was now totally naked! No socks, no pants, NO ONESIE, that had been completely snapped up! This time she was crying because she was cold!100_1852 Luckily, I had the camera with me so that I could document this unbelievable achievement! Don’t you think her friends are going to all enjoy seeing this someday!




I guess that has you just about caught up. I hope you are all enjoying your day.100_1838

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I’ve loved being a mom for two years now. Man, has it only been TWO years!! But for the past six months, I’ve had the new privilege of being the mother of a baby boy . 100_1578
He is such a joy! Every one of my kids is precious, but there is definitely something different about our Lil Prince. He loves to smile at anyone who will give him the time, and when he thinks he’s alone, he’s still smiling. 100_1608
Although lately, it’s been because of the mischief he’s involved in. Today, every time I walked in the other room, Bay Bit would start to cry. Finally, we noticed that Lil Prince was spitting out his pacifier, and then grabbing hers out of her mouth, and putting it in his. I didn’t know he could do that!
Tonight, while I was changing Bit, Lil Prince decided to get out of his seat by himself. 100_1727_edited_1

Oops, ya caught me!:)100_1726

Can I make it? 100_1736

Sure can!
Yep, we’re having fun now!!

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