Team Duntley

2009-07-28T16:31:00.002-05:00

I guess I've been taking a break from my blog.

We've been very busy all summer, but apparently with little activity that is blog-worthy.

I'm taking a short mental health break and then I'll post with an update of some things we have been doing. With lots of pictures.

Wordless Wednesday

2009-07-15T14:47:00.001-05:00

clean floors and empty toy boxes

2009-06-26T14:13:00.004-05:00

The other day, I walked into the boys' room to put something away and was surprised to see this:

The last time I had looked in, there were toys all over the floor. It even appeared like they tried to make their beds.

I called them in and asked, "You guys cleaned your room?" "Yes!" they said smiling. "You picked up all of your toys?" I asked. "Yes!" they said again, proudly, and ran back to the living room.

I looked at the toy boxes, and they seemed to still be a little empty. So, I pulled back the blankets and found this:

and this:

So, I guess the shove-it-all-under-the-bed-and-cover-it-up method just comes naturally?

it is an ordinary moment

2009-06-24T14:41:00.003-05:00

I was reading a "suspense thriller"* a while back and the main character was talking about watching his young daughter telling a story.

He says, "I got hit with that overwhelming feeling. It sneaked up on me. Parents get it from time to time. You are looking at your child and it is an ordinary moment, not like they are onstage or hitting a winning shot, just sitting there, and you look at them and you know that they are your whole life and that moves you and scares you and makes you want to stop time."

I sat and read that paragraph 3 or 4 times. "Exactly!" That's exactly how I feel so many times. We are going about our every day lives, and one or both of my boys will do the most ordinary thing and it just stops me. I think it is the cutest, funniest, smartest or most adorable thing he could be doing at the time, but really, its nothing special. But it makes me fall in love even more and makes me want to stay in the moment and never let them grow into bigger boys and never ever into (gasp!) men!

The ordinary moments that make me want to stop time are when...

Reagan does his fake snore when he should be sleeping and knows I'm coming to check on him.

Kiefer makes his piggy sound and uses his whole face.

Both boys come to me to kiss boo-boos, and it really does make them feel better.

Reagan takes his shoes off and shoves a sock in each one and lines them up on the floor.

Kiefer gives me a hug and wraps his legs around me and hangs like a monkey.

Both boys say "thank you, Mommy" without my prompting.

Kiefer says "Hold me, mommy" when I put him to bed.

Reagan holds his last bite of lunch in his mouth until his head hits the pillow for naptime.

Kiefer sleeps with his hands behind his head.

Reagan looks at me with this look like I am the greatest person he knows and like he will love me forever.

These ordinary things remind me that the boys are my life and it moves me and scares me and makes me want to stop time.

*Harlan Coben's The Woods

2009-06-19T13:02:00.005-05:00

I'm neglecting my blog and I'm trying to stop.

But these boys are keeping me so busy, at the end of the day, I just want to plop.

They are still being funny, silly, and cute.

And are giving me a lot more memories to keep now that they are no longer mute.

So I will try to do better at not letting my blog go dark.

For now, enjoy some pictures from our family fun at the splash park*.

*in Ankeny, during our trip at the end of May. Yikes, I am being neglectful!

Wordless Wednesday

2009-06-10T13:57:00.002-05:00

2009-06-04T13:43:00.003-05:00

Donnie trained for 10 weeks for his first 20K race, the Dam to Dam, in Des Moines. The whole family went downtown to support him and my sister-in-law, Nikki, who also ran for the first time.

We underestimated the crowds (although we knew there were 9,000 runners between the 20K and 5K) and got there just in time to miss him cross this:

He was very happy with his time and looked as though he had just taken a stroll. If only he'd been a little slower, we would have seen him raise him arms as he crossed the finish line!

Before we knew he already crossed, the family was hot and tired, but excited to see both finish. Well, except the kids. They were just hot and tired.

But Kiefer was happy when he got to play with Daddy's medal.

And Reagan helped Daddy celebrate, too.

And then he looked for Aunt Nikki (whom we also missed finish! We are poor spectators!)

And as a special post-race treat? Gatorade and oyster shooters. Mmm. Mmm. Good.

(Seriously, I'm so proud of Donnie. I wasn't sure about only giving himself 10 weeks- from 2 miles to 12+miles. But he did it and did it better than even I thought he would. We decided before that he would train for this one and then I would train for one in the fall, but now he thinks he wants to train for a full marathon in the fall. The endorphins have had to have worn off from Saturday by now, so I think he's serious. Hmmm...)

Wordless Pizza Wednesday

2009-05-27T15:19:00.002-05:00

(In case you noticed the blueish mark on Reagan's head- its paint. Not a bruise)

"Daddy stay home. Mommy go work"

2009-05-26T12:44:00.004-05:00

Today started a new routine for Team Duntley. The boys' Mom's Day Out/Preschool program ended last Thursday for the summer. I will still be working at the school 2 days a week throughout most of the summer, so Donnie will be staying home one morning a week with the boys. Aunt Kirsten, aka "KiKi," will be coming once a week also.

I took some pictures on our way out the door last Thursday.

Notice the height difference. Reagan's got a good inch on Kiefer now.

I wanted to take a picture by the car, so I said "Hey guys. Stand right here and let me take a picture." So, instead they take off for a lap around the car.

Reagan in the lead, Kiefer close behind.

Coming around for the finish.

"Okay, guys. NOW stand right here so I can try for a picture."

"Okay, never mind. I probably have enough."

Kiefer shouts "Hallelujah!" and they head for their seats.

And my last attempt at the church. At least you can see them dragging their puppies with them for naptime.

Hey, Grandpa!

2009-05-23T07:47:00.002-05:00

It's been a year since the doc fixed your heart. Here's to another year! And another year, and another year, and another year, and another year, and another year, and another year, and another year, and another year, and another year, and another year, and another year, and another year, and another year, and another year, and another year,and another year, and another year, and another year, and another year, and another year.....

I love you. With all of my heart.

Conversations with Reagan Andrew

2009-05-13T07:52:00.003-05:00

After arriving home from having dinner with friends, about 20 minutes after bedtime, I asked Donnie if he thought the boys were asleep so I could check on them. He said it was risky and I said I'd take the chance. He added "I forgot to get their puppies out of the car and they didn't say anything." (They've slept with their puppies every night since Christmas '07 when they got them from Gma Nancy.)

I went to sneak some kisses, and the following conversation took place:

Me: kiss Reagan on the cheek because he appears sound asleep

Reagan: opens eyes wide "Mommy, where dog?"

Me: "Here, baby. Here's your dino. And your monkey. And your fish."

Reagan: "Where dog?"

Me: "I don't think its in here."

Reagan: sitting up "Brudder! Brudder dog!"

Me: "Brother doesn't have your dog. I'll go find it." leaving the room.

Me: back with the dog from the car, "Here, baby."

Reagan: "Tain tu, Mommy."

Me: "You're welcome, Reagan."

Reagan: hugging his dog and rolling over, "Night night, dog. Night night, Mommy."

* * *

About 3 hours later, Reagan fell out of bed with a loud thump and a shrill cry. (This only happens about 1-2 a month now, just in case you needed an update).

Here's the conversation about it this morning at breakfast:

me: "Ray, did you fall out of bed last night?"

Reagan: pointing to his head "Hurt head"

me: "It hurt your head?"

Reagan: nodding his head, "Brudder push me."

me: laughing "Brother did not push you. He was sound asleep."

Reagan: "Brudder push me. Brudder did it."

Happy Mommy's Day (guest bloggers)

2009-05-09T22:07:00.007-05:00

Dear Mommy,

We love you so much! You are the most loving, patient, kind, caring, thoughtful, generous Mommy we could ever hope to have. We love how you read us lots of books, make us delicious pb&j sandwiches, pick out cool clothes for us to wear and smile at us all day long.

We love how you climb into bed with us at night, tuck us in before you go to bed and make Daddy comfort us if we wake up. We love how you laugh when we're being silly, laugh when we're being naughty, and laugh until you cry when we're being precious.

You take us to the zoo, take us to the park and take us to play at the mall. You color with us, paint with us and play Play-Doh with us. Because of you, we want for nothing and are so happy!

You are the love of our lives and we're so proud to call you our Mommy.

Happy Mommy's Day!

Love, Kiefer Bug and Reagan Man (and Daddy)

2009-04-27T09:09:00.003-05:00

Dear Dad,

I wish that you could actually read this. I wish that I wasn't just writing this to process these emotions that I have and struggle dealing with.

I wish that you could read this blog so you could keep up with my life, and my boys' lives.

And I wish that after 11 years, this would get a little easier. But it hasn't. In fact, I think it has gotten harder. Its harder because of these two boys that bring me so much joy and so much meaning to my life. Its harder because you don't know them, and they will never know you.

I will make sure they know who you were, but that just doesn't seem good enough. Its not good enough that someone else will take them on their first fishing trip. Its not good enough that you won't get to do any of the Grandpa things that I know you would have loved so much.

Its harder because you weren't able to be Grandpa to my boys, but you were never able to be Grandpa at all. Bailey turned 10 yesterday, and you were never able to hold her. Hannah never got to "pull your finger." Carson never got to sit down and watch a football game with you. Olivia will never get to play Doctor with you.

I wish that I didn't have to write these things here, I wish you were here to see them.

I wish you knew that your grandson, Reagan, is the sweetest boy there ever was. I wish you could look at his baby pictures side-by-side with your baby pictures and see how he favors you. I wish you could hear him sing and whistle, because I know you would whistle right along.

I wish you knew that your grandson, Kiefer, is the funniest kid around. I wish you could look at his toddler pictures side-by-side with your toddler pictures and see how he favors you. I wish you could hear him laugh and laugh right along.

I wish you knew how stubborn they both were, because you'd laugh at me and tell me its paybacks.

I wish they could sit on your lap. Give you hugs. Play hide and seek with you. I wish you could take them to the lake. Take them to a game.

But you can't. And that's why it keeps getting harder. Because you never will.

And more than anything, I wish I could sit on your lap. Give you hugs. I wish you could take me

to the lake. Take me to a game.

But you can't.

I love you and I always will.

Andi

No. Big boy.

2009-04-22T14:51:00.003-05:00

Donnie once said something like, "Everyone said how fast they grow, but I didn't know this is what they meant." Like, all the sudden we have these KIDS. Big kids. Big enough, that when I said the other day to Reagan, "Come here, baby boy." He replied, "No. Big boy."

I wouldn't say it has bothered me just yet, how fast the time seems to be passing. I've always explained, that I sort of looked forward to the next step, the growing up. Because quite frankly, I knew the older they got, the easier it got. (I know, I use the term "easier" quite lightly. But anything is easier to me than those first six months. So that's what I'm basing my theory on.)

But I am sort of struggling with the fact that I don't have babies anymore. I have kids that tell me what they want to wear, and what they want to eat. And kids that go and get their own tissues to blow their own noses. And take off their clothes by themselves and climb into the bathtub by themselves. And kids that are too stubborn to apologize for hitting their brother. And kids that can almost get in and out of their own car seats (and they are really high up there). And kids that can play outside, on their own, only being supervised through the window. And kids that know that the sky is blue but tell me its pink just to be funny.

I do miss their baby stages sometimes. But I have about 1900 pictures and hours of video to help me reminisce. Really, I look forward more to what is ahead. Getting to know their personalities as they form. Finding out what they will look like. Watching them grow closer as brothers, and hopefully BFFs (Grandpa, that's an acronym for Best Friend Forever). Cheering at the first soccer game. Taking off the training wheels. Etc, etc. But until then, I will oblige when one of them wants me to climb in bed with them at naptime. Or snuggle just another 5 minutes on the couch. Or carry them to the car when I really wish they would walk. Because, before I know it, I'll be begging them to stop growing up.

Wordless Wednesday's Play by Play

2009-04-15T20:22:00.006-05:00

(Don't you just wanna kiss that mouth full of Hershey's Kiss?!)

Easter Baskets

2009-04-14T21:20:00.005-05:00

A highlight from our Easter weekend with my family...

Kiefer and Reagan waiting for their Easter baskets...

Diggin' in... notice Reagan's mouth is already full. He spotted a escapee Jelly Bean right away.

Checkin' out the goods...

kiefer allen.

2009-04-06T21:36:00.005-05:00

the love of my life.

your dimple makes me want to kiss your face.

all day.

your laugh makes me laugh.

out loud.

every day.

you crack yourself up.

and everyone else.

your zest for life, for adventure, is inspiring.

and tiring :)

you love your brother and want him to be happy.

you give the best bear hugs.

so I hear.

because they are reserved for daddy and brother.

but I get perfect kisses, fish kisses, and blown kisses.

I look at you and I can't imagine a day without you.

without your hugs.

your kisses.

your unconditional love.

you want to open the door for everyone.

and close it.

and open it again.

you are strong willed and independent.

and soft hearted and passionate.

kiefer allen.

you are the love of my life.

reagan andrew.

2009-04-06T14:39:00.003-05:00

the love of my life.

your eyes literally twinkle.

your smile makes me smile.

every time.

the way you take care of your brother shows me

that you are such a good person.

bringing him his doggy.

grabbing his hand when he falls.

you have a heart that wants to help.

love.

care.

you love music and are a fantastic whistler.

clapper.

dancer.

singer.

I look at you and I can't imagine a day without you.

without your hugs.

your kisses.

your unconditional love.

I laugh at your stubborn streak.

because I know where it comes from.

and it will get you in trouble.

and serve you well at the same time.

you have a silly side that makes me laugh out loud.

every day.

reagan andrew.

you are the love of my life.

(sort of) Worldless Wednesday

2009-04-01T16:58:00.002-05:00

(these are from my parents' visit over Spring Break. On about day 3, Reagan realized he loved "ma's dogs" and the rest of the week we heard "see dogs" or "hold dogs.")

2009-03-23T13:25:00.006-05:00

Reagan and Kiefer enjoy a good round of "hide and go seek" like any other kids. And they can get into a good belly laugh over something as simple as hiding behind their bibs and hearing me say "Where's Kiefer/Reagan?" But they've taken it a step further and have actually started hiding. (Kiefer started it last fall with this trick.)

All the sudden, I will notice a child has disappeared (usually Kiefer). This follows:

mom: Kiefer?

Kiefer: (from afar)Hide.

mom: Kiefer?! Where are you?

Kiefer: Hide! (giggle)

mom: (playful tone) Kiefer Allen? WHERE are you hiding??

Kiefer: Here! (laugh out loud)

Hearing the conversation, Reagan decided he wanted to join in. I left the bathroom for a second and asked "Where are Reagan and Kiefer?" This time, two laughs gave it away!

Sun and Snow

2009-03-12T21:41:00.002-05:00

With 6 hours of snow off and on today, I thought I'd share some pictures of the boys playing on Saturday. When it was 80. I had to go buy these t-shirts that morning because they didn't have any short sleeve shirts that fit. Today, I had to get out the coats and hats again.

He Shoots, He Scores, and the Goal Comes Down

2009-03-11T14:20:00.002-05:00

Reagan and Kiefer hung out with Donnie outside this weekend, and decided to make their soccer balls into basketballs.

Kiefer showed off his natural talent for dunking the ball.

And Reagan had some moves of his own.

And then the wind caused some interference. (look closely at Ray's face. pretty funny.)

But K-Dog came in with the save.

But the goal goes down again. (notice Reagan, reaching for/yelling at the goal as it is falling down.)

Game over. (until mom or dad weights down the goal again)

Thing One, Thing Two

2009-03-06T12:34:00.001-06:00

Yesterday was Dr. Seuss day at school. Reagan and Kiefer wanted to show off their hats.

Still lacking here.

2009-03-05T11:29:00.002-06:00

So I have seriously been neglecting my blog.
Part of it is the picture problem. I'm still a little afraid to get into the photo library. I need to fix that problem.
I haven't even taken a picture since last Monday when the pictures were deleted (a week and a half).
I got the camera out yesterday to take some pictures of the boys and the batteries were dead. So I got more rechargeables and those were almost dead. So I got out the charger and apparently two batteries leaked while they were charging last. I have no idea how. So now the charger doesn't work. So just another reason to not have new pictures.

But if you could just imagine... Reagan and Kiefer are still as cute as ever. They are as naughty as ever, also. Fully delving into their independence. Kiefer is still Kiefer. But Reagan has sort of become a different kid. He is enjoying the fact that, all the sudden, he knows how to pick on his brother. And he does it a lot of the times just to be mean. Or maybe I should say annoying. Not my precious Reagan, I know.

Today will be 80 degrees here, so I will dig for some AA batteries and get out the camera while we play outside.

That's all I've got for now. Sorry.

Still with the beds

2009-02-25T08:20:00.002-06:00

Update** Kiefer has not fallen out of bed in 5 nights! Reagan has only fallen out a total of 4 times and 3 of those were in the same night! He must have been having bad dreams. Two nights straight for him, though. So they are sleeping straight through the night and still taking at least 2 hour (usually closer to 3) naps. Its so fun to wake up to them playing and laughing in the room (gated in, of course). PTL!

Crisis diverted and trikes.

2009-02-24T16:57:00.003-06:00

I was going to post something yesterday, but when I went to look at my recent pictures for an idea, I couldn't.find.my.pictures. Gone. All gone. iPhoto. Gone. I started out confused, called Donnie to see what I should do, and by the end of the conversation, he was on his way home and I was panicked. P-a-n-i-c-k-e-d. And in tears. And in prayer.

I searched for iPhoto. I searched for individual photos. All I could find was that a photo library did "not exist" on my computer. I checked the trash and found iPhotoLibrary6 right there in the trash can. I remembered that, for the first time in a long time, I caught the boys messing with the keyboard/mouse while I was in their room putting away clothes. Somehow they sent my pictures to the trash? So I tried to retrieve it. I'm not good at things like that. So then I decided to continue folding laundry and waited for Donnie. In the meantime, through my tears, I tried to remember which photos were on Shutterly, which ones were on Facebook and my blog. Which ones we already had printed. And... which ones were not backed up anywhere.

To make a LONGER story almost over, Donnie found all of the pictures. The ones we transferred from our old computer were easily retrieved. The ones we've loaded since getting this computer (almost a year ago) were in a random place and were not easily transferred. And now they are all out of order and some have wrong dates. But, if that's my biggest problem, then I am happy.

Whew. Crisis diverted.

I'm still a little afraid to touch anything that has to do with photos, so I will wait until another time to do that. I have some shots of Reagan and Kiefer trying out their Radio Flyer trikes (from Grandpa Wayne and Grandma Nancy) that Donnie put together in the nice weather on Sunday. Its still a little hard for the boys to reach the pedals and move them at the same time. But by the end of Spring, I'm sure they'll be pros.

3 words: Big Boy Beds

2009-02-18T10:12:00.006-06:00

***Update: I arrived home to two SLEEPING babies. Kirsten put them down and after a few minutes of talking, they both fell asleep. If I believed in knocking on wood, I would be doing that right now. This seems to good to be true.

They've taken over our last 5 days.

That actually sounds worse than the reality, because I really couldn't imagine it going any better.

It was the endless searching for the beds and then the bedding and then the buying of the finally found beds and bedding. And then the clearing out of the room and the purging of all things "baby" and then the setting up the beds and the setting up of the new sleep environment....

And then came the first time to try out the beds... nap time on Monday. I don't know if we made too big of a deal of "yea!-you-are-getting-new-beds-and-they'll-be-so-fun-and-you-are-such-big-boys-now" or if Reagan and Kiefer were just being Reagan and Kiefer, but here's how it went down.

We got the beds up and ready (with the help of Uncle Eric) right before lunchtime. I made lunch and they were both so tired, they could hardly hold their heads up to shovel in the mac-n-cheese. Lunch ends, we clean them up, and take them into their new big boy room. Then the rush of energy hits. On the beds, off the beds. On brother's bed, off brother's bed. We finally get them tucked in, give kisses, do the blinds-fan-lights routine, and leave the room. And then go back in the room every 5 minutes for the next THREE HOURS. Kiefer would be so tired, he could barely leave his eyes open, I'd leave the room and within a minute, I'd hear him cracking up at whatever shananigan his brother was doing. And then I'd get Reagan in with his dog, puppy, dino and bear and he'd close his eyes, apparently long enough for me to shut the door before he'd be up and on his brother's bed. I thought "put the crib back up! I'm not doing this!" We didn't know if we should just call it a bust and get them up and try again at bedtime. BUT THEN they finally fell asleep, three hours after our first "night-night"s. And then I had to wake them up at 5:00 just to ensure they'd sleep that night!

BUT, we went to dinner with Donnie's mom, sisters, and grandma that night, and as soon as we got home, we got on jammies, read some books, and "flew" to the new beds... and braced ourselves for a long night.

Not a sound, until the THUD in the night. Otherwise known as Kiefer hitting the hardwood floor. And then the second THUD. But that's it. They slept straight through until their regular waking time. Same with night #2 (with two falls from K and one from R. Luckily the beds are pretty low to the floor and we've been padding the floor with piles of blankets) They actually slept in this morning.

Today will be the second round for naps, so we'll see. (They napped at school yesterday.) Aunt Kirsten will put them down so I'll either come home to sleeping ~~babies~~ big boys or to 2 big boys enjoying their new freedom.

Making Valentines for friends

2009-02-13T19:07:00.006-06:00

working hard

really concentrating

"roaring" like the lion

still really concentrating [smile]

*** and yes, there was one in each stack for "Tay-tee"

Wordless Wednesday.

2009-02-11T13:52:00.003-06:00

Or maybe a few words.

Two years ago today.

Just babes.

Bringing Up Boys

2009-02-07T07:52:00.003-06:00

Or... Boys Will Be Boys

or... SmackDown 2009

or... TwinMania

or... Just An Average Friday

Their faces give it away, but they are actually having fun. They were cracking up the whole time. Reagan has finally figured out that he is bigger than his brother. I think he realizes he has a lot of catching up to do, because every once in a while, he'll just walk over and tackle Kiefer.

Girls kissing (my) boys

2009-02-05T15:11:00.003-06:00

When I was walking the boys to their classroom this morning, Kiefer pointed at a girl and said "Tay-tee, Tay-tee." I kissed and squeezed them and said good-bye and was putting their backpacks in their cubbies. I heard one of the teachers say to "Tay-tee's" mom, "I've never seen her do that!" The mom said, "I haven't either, but Katie tells me every day that she kisses the boys at school." I'm half listening as I'm trying to scoot out the door, and then the mom looks at me and says, "And especially your boys! Katie says she kisses Reagan and Kiefer every day!"

So, my boys have had their first "playground kiss." I never would have thought they'd be on the receiving end. When they were 2. And, as Donnie said, from a "cougar!" (Katie is 3 0r 4)

*** Side note. I know I have been terrible with new posts lately. I feel like I haven't been home much lately and I haven't taken many pictures, which are usually the inspiration behind the posts. Hopefully I'll get back to speed here soon before you all decide to quit checking up on us!

Bring Your Boys to Lunch Day

2009-01-30T19:07:00.002-06:00

Reagan, Kiefer and I visited Donnie at work today. The boys had a pb&j picnic on the floor, while Donnie and I had some Asian take-out.

Next came putting practice.

And then making some trades and calling some clients.

And watching the market closely.

(Actually, Donnie YouTube'd the Backyardigans theme song, hence the concentration)

More of the same here... I just love Reagan's face.

I want to eat him up.

Update

2009-01-26T19:02:00.003-06:00

Ways I know I've been too busy:

+ I had a James Patterson Alex Cross book from the library and had to return it after two weeks without even cracking it open.

+ I fall asleep anytime I try to read anything else. Even things I enjoy reading.

+ I haven't updated this blog in 5 days.

+ I haven't looked at friends'/cyber-friends' blogs in more than 5 days.

+ My list of to-do's has become a pile of to-do lists.

+ I haven't put my boys to bed since Friday night. (and wouldn't have tonight if my Bible study hadn't been cancelled because of the ice)

But things have slowed down a little, and I will be here all day tomorrow because of the weather. No school for any of us.

Here are a few pictures of the last couple days.

Reagan's block tower he built all by himself.

Our awesome find at Border's on date night.

A childhood favorite of mine.

Reagan showing his brother who is boss. Or at least

who can be boss at least once in a while..

And proof that today was just one of those days.

Dinner in our jammies. Or Pizza in our pjs.

Wordless Wednesday (because quite frankly, I don't have much time for words today)

2009-01-21T13:46:00.003-06:00

Choo Choo

2009-01-17T15:05:00.007-06:00

It may have taken ~~a week or two~~ a little while, but I finally set up the Train Table Reagan and Kiefer got from Aunt Kim and Aunt Tricia for Christmas.

If you look closely, you can see Kiefer's mouth formed in a constant "Choo-choo!"

It also makes for a pretty good hiding place. I don't know which boy initiated it, but this is where we found them while playing hide and seek last night.

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Also, as an update to this previous post. Apparently, it was for real. The kid all of a sudden loves bananas.

A laugh for Friday

2009-01-16T13:33:00.002-06:00

Here's a classic clip, sure to make you laugh. Tom Hanks in The Money Pit.

Cordless

2009-01-16T08:51:00.002-06:00

I guess they thought their vacuums needed a cord, too.

Yea, my boos.

2009-01-15T11:21:00.004-06:00

My day started with some snow. Yea.

But then it stopped snowing after a light dusting. Boo.

And its really, really cold here. I know, not compared to where a lot of you live. But its cold here. -1 was the windchill when we woke up. 14 degrees actual temperature. It seemed like it was going to be miserable taking Reagan and Kiefer to school in those conditions. Today was the most they've ever been bundled. It was actually pretty cute. Until I had to shove them in their car seats because all the extra bundling didn't really fit. And it definitely wasn't cute when we got inside the church and I saw Reagan's runny nose was freezing to his face. Boo.

And I'm currently at work (taking a short break I guess) and just found out two more of my clients have transferred schools. That makes 7 since I started. I've only had 21 total, so that is a third of my kids. Hmmm. I have two more that have to move apartments and might transfer. And they are my favorites (yes I have favorites) so then I might cry. Boo.

And soon I have to go to lunch with some friends from church to plan a going away reception for our Pastor and his family (more on that in another post). Double boo.

And then the grocery store. Boo. OR coffee with Donnie. Yea

And then picking my boys up and squeezing them. Yea. And then bundling them up again.

And then a hair appointment. A couple hours of quiet and a really, really good shampoo. Yea.

And then home to relax and play with my 3 boys. Double yea.

And then bedtime. My favorite. Not because of the free time that means for me, but because Reagan and Kiefer are usually at their best at bedtime. They cuddle and sing songs and sit on our laps. And give each other kisses and hugs and squeeze their puppies. And they smell like bedtime lotion. Yea. Yea. Yea.

And hopefully tonight, a little Turbo Jam for me since I can't get to the Y. Undecided between boo or yea.

AND THEN. Dwight and Andy. oh. yeah.

Phew.

Who doesn't like bananas?

2009-01-12T14:01:00.004-06:00

From the very first taste, Reagan has hated bananas. He has never eaten them, not swallowed a bite of them. Ever. I've hidden them under my Raisin Bran on the spoon when he asks for a bite of my cereal. He spits it out. I've mushed them up and put them in his pb & js. He spits it out. He doesn't even like the Banana Nut flavored oatmeal. But still, I give him some every time Kiefer eats a banana. Reagan will ask for some, I'll cut a couple pieces off, and they will sit on his plate or placemat, untouched. Sometimes untouched means smashed into the plate with his finger or fork... but never eaten. Ever. (His dislike for them even made the sidebar description of his character.)

Cut to yesterday morning. Breakfast. Donnie is eating a banana. Kiefer asks for a bite and chomps a huge chunk off the banana. So of course, Reagan wants a turn. I say, "Just give him a piece. He'll probably just play with it." Donnie hands Reagan the banana and he, too, chomps a huge chunk. And starts chewing it. AND THEN SWALLOWS IT. Like its his favorite thing in the whole world. Like he hasn't spit the stupid things out since he was 6 months old! Like they haven't hung out on his plate, untouched, at least twice a week for the last year. And then, of course, he wants another bite.

So, this morning, I think, "It was a fluke." I grab the last banana and Kiefer takes a bite.

I look at Reagan, and he says "bite." And now we have Reagan's favorite fruit. The banana.

(We'll see how Day 3 goes. I'm still a skeptic.)

What New Year's diet?

2009-01-09T14:31:00.003-06:00

At 15 months, when Kiefer was in the 7th percentile for weight, our pediatrician recommended we add extra fat to his diet. I put butter on anything I could. I never thought about just handing over the tub!

If only we had a metabolism like this kid. He eats handfuls of butter and still weighs only 27 pounds at 2 years and 4 months. He can't even hold up size 18 month pants!

Nothing to say about today

2009-01-06T20:05:00.003-06:00

I have come to realize how much I depend on pictures for this blog. I haven't taken any in several days, so now I have nothing to say. Nothing to share. Man, these boys better start doing something cute or funny or naughty so I can keep you all entertained.

The boys were troopers today. We are hitting the regular routine... out with this celebrating holidays and laying around sick business. Back to work for Donnie, back to work for me, back to "school" for the boys. I thought this morning that Reagan would for sure have a meltdown when he was dropped off this morning. He was overly sensitive, getting upset over everything. Including a major meltdown at the breakfast table when I misunderstood him asking for more milk in his bowl as him asking for more cereal. I gave him more Cheerios, and he started crying. I took the Cheerios back out of the bowl, and he started screaming and pointing to his bowl like he wanted them back. Fun times.

So anyway, Donnie took them to school and I picked them up to nothing but great reviews. "Got right back into the groove" and "jumped right in." (and this is even considering they are in new rooms due to construction) They held hands and stayed right with me the entire way to the car, getting adoring glances from others, of course.

So, I thought I'd push a little further and go to Sam's before heading home. Reagan sometimes doesn't participate in helping himself into the child seat in the cart, so I was basically shoving his legs in the holes against his will (gently, of course.) He started to cry. As I went to the other side of the car to get Kiefer, a lady stopped and asked Reagan, "why are you crying little guy?" I thought at first, "oh great." Let's be honest. I don't need an audience when my child is upset over something as little as having to sit in a cart. I greet her, and start to put Kiefer in his seat. Then I realize the belt is stuck and I have to lift Kiefer back out. So I hold him and try to get it. The lady says "Here, let me lift him up a little" while grabbing Reagan. "Nope, I'm just going to have to take him out" she says while this time, taking Reagan out of the seat. He fully cooperates for the first time in his life, by helping move his legs. She holds Reagan and says, "That's better." So at this point, I am stuck somewhere in between "is this lady kidnapping my kid?" and "oh, I couldn't have done this without her help!" I get the belt, she places Reagan back in his seat, (again, with his new found cooperation) squeezes him a little, he smiles, and she says "There's your smile. I love your smile." She tells me to have a nice day, pats me on the shoulder and goes on her way. Hmmm. That was nice.

So we start walking into Sam's, and I kid you not, the cart is squeaking like a dying pig. So loud that people turn around and stare as I flash my membership card. SO. I grab the nearest cart, do a "quick" switcheroo with the boys, and off we go.

See, I told you I had nothing to say without pictures.

A little catch up

2009-01-03T21:56:00.003-06:00

Thursday: New Year's. Me, Donnie= sick. On the couch. In the chair. Not to get up for anything but the needs of the boys. And those were few. Thankfully they let us get away with snoozing on and off. I was still in my robe while I napped during the boys' nap. I only got out of my pajamas to make grilled cheese for dinner.

Friday: Much of the same. Boys all better. No more coughing (maybe a few here and there). Me, Donnie, still sick. Blowing noses all day. Headaches. No one got out of pajamas at all. The boys went to bed in the same pajamas they spent the whole day in. Neither complained. Cancelled surprise date night. Instead, more couch time. Sick of tv.

Saturday: On the mend. All four of us went to the Y. The boys played. Donnie cleared some sweetgum balls out of the driveway. I cleaned (oh there's lots more to do after doing nothing for 2 whole days) and went to WalMart. And date night tonight. A little dinner (that Donnie really couldn't taste) and returning/exchanging some Christmas presents.

My favorite New Year's Eve Remembered

2008-12-31T08:57:00.004-06:00

Dec 31, 2003. Times Square. New York City.

Ball drop, Confetti and Happy New Year 2004

The Boy From Oz earlier in the day.

Hugh Jackman in his boxers. (not shown) [wink]

And just for good measure.

Hugh Jackman outside the stage door a few nights before.

Grateful

2008-12-30T21:52:00.002-06:00

I just sat with Kiefer and gave him his breathing treatment (while he slept peacefully. It is actually pretty nice being able to do it while he sleeps, because I rarely get to hold him like that. He's not a big snuggler.)

I looked at his little face, covered with the mask, and I didn't think about what an inconvenience it was, or what I would rather be doing. I just thanked God that this is a temporary thing and we should be in the clear by the weekend at the latest. I thought about how truly lucky Donnie and I have been with our boys and their health. I can't complain about a little croup and respiratory viruses. There are parents that have to do these treatments every day, several times a day. There are children with much more serious problems than this. There are mothers sitting in hospitals right now with their children, praying for their health.

As I think back, using a nebulizer is probably the most serious thing we've done with either of our children. (Not counting the difficulties of getting them to eat and digest as newborns, of course) Other than that, its been some medicine here, some drops there. Not even a trip to the ER in their 2+ years. And to think we started it all with full-term twins, weighing a combined total of 13 pounds! Not a single worry from day one. We have been blessed with healthy babies from the beginning, and I am grateful. I am grateful to God for watching over them and protecting them each day.

Now, I am also grateful that its Donnie's turn to get up at 3am for the breathing treatment because it was a killer when I couldn't go back to sleep last night for over 3 hours!!

A little rest and some pictures

2008-12-30T19:58:00.005-06:00

I don't know how it is in other homes, but when someone isn't feeling well here, there is a lot of whining. Which cause a lot of annoyance. Which causes a lot of frustration. Which causes a lot of exhaustion. But whew... the little ones are in bed (and no coughing for 8 straight minutes!) and I am taking a break. I haven't felt well all day, which is largely in part from waking at 3am to do Kiefer's breathing treatment and then not falling back asleep until it was almost time for Donnie to get up. Man, I don't know why I can't fall asleep when I am so exhausted. But that's a whole other topic.

Here are some pictures I promised. In random order.

The little guys passing out presents to their cousins on Christmas morning.

Playing with new puzzles from Great Grandpa Dorothy and Great Grandpa Willy

Opening presents on Christmas morning

Bathtime with cousins (Hannah, Kiefer, Olivia, Reagan)

Grandpa Willy blowing out 85 candles on Dec. 24th! (Love those two.)

I'm too tired

2008-12-29T22:28:00.004-06:00

from unpacking, doing laundry, cleaning, spending 3 hours at the doctor's office and pharmacy, having dinner with friends, playing cards with same friends, and now... waiting until 11:00 so I can give Kiefer another breathing treatment.

I'll put up Christmas pictures tomorrow. Probably.

Here's a little peek of Reagan and Kiefer opening their Christmas jammies, in their post-bath nakedness on Christmas Eve.

White Christmas

2008-12-26T09:13:00.004-06:00

Remember my dream here?

Dreams come true. {wink}

Its a good thing I don't believe in Karma, cause I'd be wondering what the heck I did

2008-12-23T12:35:00.003-06:00

So let me set it up for you. We were planning on traveling to Iowa for Christmas today, Tuesday. Last week, we notice there is snow and ice in the forecast for Tuesday. We watch diligently, each day, trying to decide if we should wait until Tuesday or leave a day early and beat the bad weather. We didn't want to leave a day early. I was going to work a little bit, Donnie needed the extra day in the office, a friend was having a wedding reception (post-elopement)... I still needed to wrap presents, make puppy chow and chex mix, and I needed to deliver presents to church staff on Tuesday morning. By Sunday night, still ice and snow in the Missouri and Iowa forecast. So, we pack up (including the unwrapped presents and ingredients), cancel plans, and head out Monday afternoon. Of course, only after I spent an hour and a half waiting for my car to get checked out because my navigation and stereo shut down about 30 minutes before we were supposed to leave. We couldn't risk there being an electrical problem, and also didn't want to bear the 8 hour trip with no Little Songs for Little Souls or the Backyardigans.

So we are on the road, feeling relieved that we will be hunkered down in my parents' very warm house before any of the nasty weather starts.

Cut to us getting back in the car after gas and dinner in Kansas City. What's this? A little precipitation? A little further north... what's all this snow blowing in front of the car? Why can't I see a single thing in front of me? OH YEAH. BECAUSE THE STUPID STORM CAME EARLY AND WE ARE STUCK RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF IT. And I'll be honest. Its sucked. Its been a long time since I've been nervous behind the wheel like that. Thankfully I was the driver because I don't think Donnie would have made it (he'll admit it). There was a 30 minute chunk where I couldn't go over 25 miles per hour. The traffic was heavy and congested, and I swore inside more than once as semi after semi flew by us, totally clouding all visibility. Apparently there were some urgent deliveries to be made. And for all those people that think Iowa is flat... tell that to the steep drop-offs on the other side of the icy and snow covered shoulder!

The thing is, as our friend at the dealership told me right before we left, we were really in the safest vehicle out there for those conditions. My car has a setting specifically for snow and ice. But that's just not very comforting as I glance back and see two sleeping beauties in my back seat. The only comforting thing was putting the car in park in my mom's driveway.

And speaking of my sleeping beauties... a lot of the stress of going 25 miles per hour came from thinking that they would hit a breaking point after being in the car for 8, then 9 hours. And well after bedtime. And especially considering we gave them a long enough break to eat some chicken nuggets and chase Daddy around the empty fast food joint for 3 minutes while I cleaned up. But let me tell you, I think God leaned down and whispered in their ears, "Mommy and Daddy need to concentrate and stay calm right now, so why don't you just close your beautiful blue eyes and go night-night." Because that's exactly what they did. Not a peep. Not a complaint. Not a single "why have we been in these seats all day long with no playing or running or snuggling?!" They couldn't have been better.

So here we are. Unfortunately the house is quiet. My mom took Wayne to a follow up appointment and no one else has made it here yet. They better hurry before the storm comes!!

Dear Santa

2008-12-19T08:50:00.002-06:00

Dear Santa,

I guess I'm not quite old enough to understand just who you are supposed to be. To me, you seem like a big, hairy man, dressed in a really silly outfit. It is quite frightening, actually. I keep hearing about you and how you are a jolly fellow that brings joy. All the other kids seem so excited to see you. Well, we've met three times now, and I'm just not getting it.

The first time, I was way too young, but I know Mommy wanted a picture of me and brother on your lap. This year, Mommy just set me on your lap and expected me to be happy. (I did enjoy the cookie, though. Thank you.) Now I'll have two pictures for Mommy to show until I'm 18, of me screaming on your lap. And yesterday, you just showed up at my preschool, in the middle of our Christmas party! Good thing Miss Jennifer let me hold her tight until you were outta there!

The weirdest part is my brother seems to like you now. He was standing in line with all the other kids, waiting to see you. (At least that's what my teacher told Mommy. I couldn't see him since I had my head buried in Miss Jennifer's chest.) Oh well.

I heard a song say that you were coming to town. I have to confess that I have cried and pouted a lot this year. And I've been naughty. But I've been nice a whole lot, too. We'll be at Grandma Nancy and Grandpa Wayne's house on Christmas Eve, in case you can't find us. (Just please make sure I am nestled all snug in my bed before you come in. I am trying to like you, but maybe we should wait to try again next year.) My Grandma makes really good cookies, so we'll leave some of those.

I don't need anything special. I'm sure Mommy and Daddy got us some warm Christmas jammies. My grandparents and aunts and uncles get us all kinds of fun stuff, too. Maybe... you could help my brother be a little less naughty next year. :)

Thanks Santa. God bless you.

Your (maybe some day) friend,

Reagan Andrew

Parade of Lights: Christmas, Take Two: Playing Santa

2008-12-17T14:04:00.008-06:00

On Saturday night, we went to the Parade of Lights in downtown Tulsa. The forecast was 60 and clear for the day. But then take into account the Wind Advisory we were under all day, and you get hats and gloves and blankets for the parade. (It was still 57 degrees by 7pm, but we were bundled!)

Enjoying their 2nd Parade of Lights

Cheesing.

And excited about the firetrucks and the horses and the dogs and especially the bands.

You can't tell by the pictures, but Kiefer did enjoy the parade. He would sit and watch each float/band/group in front of us, and then as soon as they passed, he would say "more, more." (with tears in his eyes from the stinking wind)

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We celebrated Abi's birthday on Sunday, so she gave presents to the boys (and me!) since we won't be here for Christmas. I didn't get any pictures, but they got lots and play food and dishes for their new kitchen that Santa said they are getting this year. Shhh!

Rachel and Kirsten came last night to exchange gifts, also. Reagan and Kiefer are definitely getting used to this present-opening-thing. Now, if Donnie can just get used to the trying-to-open-a-single-toy-that-is-connected-to-the-box-by-27-plastic-ties-thing, we'll be all set.

Helping daddy open his new cologne.

Educational and noisy toys from the aunts! :)

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I head up the Pastoral Care at our church, and this year it is my ~~duty~~ privilege to buy gifts for the staff, their spouses and their children. Only 30 people. No big deal. ~~I mean, between taking care of the boys, working, cleaning the house in 10 minute increments, and my own shopping and preparing for the holidays, I have plenty of time for this.~~ I am making time, and I'm actually enjoying it. I got the ladies and girls (mostly) done today and it was a lot of fun. I could have done gift cards and been done in an hour, but it will be fun for them to open actual presents. And its fun for me to play Santa with someone else's money (while still on a budget, of course!!) and bless others with thoughtful and fun gifts.

2008-12-14T21:08:00.004-06:00

This will be the boys' 3rd Christmas. THIRD CHRISTMAS. How is that possible? And although I know its true, I can't believe these are from two years ago. Their first Christmas.

2008-12-13T14:30:00.001-06:00

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten,
and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

Wordless Wednesday

2008-12-10T14:36:00.002-06:00

2008-12-09T22:29:00.003-06:00

Its always sad to put away what I love so much.

But this is nice, too.

Hmmm. A good story.

2008-12-09T22:28:00.001-06:00

A year ago, we woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of silence. No fan. No heater. No electricity. No big deal, right?

Cut to about 8:00 in the morning when we listen to the PSO recording saying it may be until Wednesday (it was Monday) before we get power back. What?! 3 days? With two one year olds? Are these people crazy?

We tried to build a fire (with no fire wood) and realized we wouldn't be able to get the boys to sit still in front of whatever fire we do build, so we better just get out of here. We made plans to go stay at Troy and Erica's. But first, we thought we'd get some Christmas shopping done at the mall. Along with the rest of midtown Tulsa. While shopping merrily at Gap, thinking worst case scenario was staying in Erica's guest room for 3 days, she calls. No power. Crap.

So we start calling hotels. 3 days in a hotel might be kinda nice, right? No hotels available in the Tulsa metro area. Everyone beat us to that one.

So after driving around like crazy people, trying to decide what to do, we head to Donnie's hometown a skip and a jump down the highway. All the power is on at his parent's house. (Meanwhile, there's one turn around to grab something we forgot. Then another turn around to grab the dog because Rachel was going to take him home but then she lost power too and was heading somewhere else) WHEW.

So we spent two nights in Glenpool and then moved on to Bekah's in Claremore. She only lost power for one night I think. We thought we could let the boys play with Katie, and Bekah has an extra pack n play so no more fighting in bed for the boys. Besides, what's one night? Or two? Or three? What is going on???

Troy and Erica (now with power) were heading out of town, so we packed up and headed to Broken Arrow. We were so gracious for another warm and powered place to stay. For one or two nights, right? Oh, come on.

With almost daily promises of "this will be the day" but still daily "dark drive-bys" of the house, we were feeling a little twilight zone-ish. When was I going to finish my shopping? How was I going to enjoy my own decorations that I worked hard to put up? How much longer could I keep Reagan and Kiefer out of Erica's decorations?!?! How many more trips are we going to make to the house "for a couple more things" because we keep thinking this has got to be the last day? Oh yeah, and how much food was wasting away in our fridge/freezer and deep freeze??

And then to learn we were included in the last 3% of homes- out of half a million- to be restored. (Donnie, what's 3% of 500,000?) People with electrical damage were already repaired and sitting in front of their own TiVos before my measly side of the road was even looked at. EVEN LOOKED AT. I think about how that could have been really f.r.u.s.t.r.a.t.i.n.g. for someone less patient than me.

Man oh man. TEN DAYS we were without power. 10 days. With two toddlers. Weeks before Christmas.

So, as I remember those hard/annoying/emotional/long days, I think about these things:

We are lucky to have so many people that we can count on. To be surrounded by family. (both in close proximity and in never ending support via email and phone.) We are blessed.

I use too many paper towels. When I was in a house that doesn't use them, it seemed like it was the only thing I ever use at home.

I have good kids. They were one at the time and a handful when off their usual schedule and with new digs to explore, BUT they were really, really, REALLY adaptable. (And oh man, I will never in my whole life forget, when we walked into our lit-and-ready house after 10 days of being nomads... and those boys seriously threw themselves a party. They started spinning in circles and laughing and grabbing every toy like it was the best thing they had ever seen in their whole lifes. They were so happy to be home.)

So we were without our house, our stuff, our routine for 10 days. Who cares? People lose their homes for good in hurricanes, tornadoes and wildfires. I had to hang out with family for a week and half and return to my own place. Big deal.

Oh yeah, and I also remember how Donnie tried to burn one of the extra posts from our fence the first morning because we didn't have any fire wood. That was funny.

**We are supposed to be getting snow tonight and that's what the forecast was the night before THE ice storm. Just a little snow. So if I go to bed and wake up at 1am to the sound of silence again.... hmm... I'll probably pack my paper towels first.**

Stage Debut

2008-12-08T11:19:00.004-06:00

Reagan and Kiefer participated with the other toddlers at church yesterday in their first Christmas program. We listened to "Jingle Bells" and "The Virgin Mary Had a Baby Boy" in the car on repeat for about 10 days to prepare.

I was quite surprised that Reagan actually rang his bell during the entire Jingle Bells song.

Kiefer, on the other hand, did not move or change his expression during the entire performance. I guess he's shy. (HA!)

Their costumes were adorable. Unfortunately, they left Reagan's vest on underneath so he looks a bit like a shepherd boy ready to play football. Still way too cute.

Currently Reading

2008-12-07T18:50:00.000-06:00

2008-12-05T13:08:00.002-06:00

Its just me, my peppermint mocha coffee, Sarah McLachlan's Wintersong, and a Christmas tree that needs decorating (but first assembling).

Identifying My FEELINGS

2008-12-05T09:58:00.004-06:00

At work, I do groups with about 8 kindergarten kids. (3-4 in each group)

We usually work on identifying feelings. What makes you sad? When are you happy? What do you do when you are mad? etc, etc. And etc. etc. A.n.d etc. Okay you get the point.

Well yesterday was a bad day for me all around. From the time I had to get up early (for me), and spilled coffee on myself in the car, to the ~~bratty~~ kids I ~~counseled~~ went round and around with all day, to my own lovely 2 year olds with a less-than-an-hour-nap refusing to listen to anything I said, to missing socks and cell phone chargers, and burned out Christmas lights and old pumpkins still on the front porch. Well it got a little better towards the end, but I thought I would still process my FEELINGS from the day.

I was WORRIED about how people would get ahold of me without my cell phone since it was dead and I was missing the charger

I was SAD that a question like "What would you do if you got separated from your family at the mall?" was answered with "Go to foster care" by a 4th grader.

I was CONFUSED by how snap peas plus carrots plus my coffee left a barbeque taste in my mouth.

I was MAD when a 5 year old threatened to slap me in the head while yelling at me for 45 minutes.

I was AFRAID that I would still be hungry after I threw away half of my gross soup for lunch.

I was HAPPY to see my boys when I picked them up at "cool" and heard they had a good day

I was PROUD of myself for going to Kickboxing since I've missed it for a couple months.

I was EXCITED that Donnie got the Christmas lights up outside.

I was ANNOYED that a peer thought I had a bad day because a 5 year old was "mean" to me.

Wordless Wednesday (evening)

2008-12-03T21:26:00.003-06:00

2busy2blog

2008-12-02T15:47:00.011-06:00

Whew. I'm back. Guess I took a break during the holiday.

And here's why.

We were too busy...

putting black olives on our fingers

and playing with grandparents

and Great grandparents

and "smooshing" cheese

and reading books and more books

and playing with babies (a new favorite)

and hanging out with all the cousins

and that's not including the many meals, the birthday party,

the football games, the SNOW, the shopping, the shared baths,

all of the playing in the basement with the "big kids,"

or the 8 hours each way in the car.

2008-11-24T20:43:00.002-06:00

Well, they came through (see last post). Cute and funny.

First with the cute.

And then with the funny. But not really "funny." We all went grocery shopping tonight, and when its a family event, we go one-on-one. Each boy in their own cart, with their own parent to ~~supervise~~ dote on them. At one point, I was trying to decide between individual packs of raisins, mini packs of raisins, and the big bulk can. Its for their lunches, so the mini packs would be perfect. But of course they're the most expensive. So I literally ask Donnie which is more cost effective, buying the mini packs, or the big can plus the plastic baggies they would have to go in. I've always tried to be very frugal at the grocery store, but I'm even more frugal when shopping with Donnie. So of course we went with the 11.7 cents per unit verses the 23 cents. And went on our merry way.

Cut to me putting the groceries away at home, reaching into a bag and pulling out these.

Yeah, we went with the bulk can of raisins (generic at that) and "somehow" Cape Cod Style Cranberries end up in our basket. And according to the price on my receipt, they go for 49.8 cents a unit. Donnie says the boys obviously don't know we are in a recession ;)

I've missed both boys before tossing things into the cart that aren't on our list, but I've always caught the stuff before I actually bought it. I guess I forgot to check all the items before Donnie loaded up the belt. How "funny."

2008-11-24T14:28:00.002-06:00

hmmmm..... writer's block, I guess. I've got nothing.

Hopefully my kids do something cute or funny so I can at least put some pictures up here.

Play Doh in PJs

2008-11-19T07:44:00.003-06:00

To Do

2008-11-17T13:07:00.006-06:00

1. ~~input into the computer about 23 notes from work that I was supposed to do on Saturday but forgot~~

2. ~~finish the dishes, clean the rest of the kitchen, sweep, vacuum, tidy up from Donnie's birthday get together yesterday~~

3. try to ignore the left over bbq, chips and dip, beans, cake, ice cream in the kitchen

4. ~~boys laundry,~~ our laundry, bed sheets

5. read some of my book so I can finish the stupid thing already

6. ~~play with Play-Doh, read 17 books, color, watch Backyardigans~~

7. go through Sunday's ads for Christmas ideas

8. remember to take a shower for dinner with friends tonight

9. try not to feel guilty about the lunch of leftover bbq, chips, with a couple bites of ice cream

10. ~~go into boys' room 4 times over an hour and a half to remind them it is night-night time and they need to lay down and be quiet.~~

10 Reasons We Love Daddy on His 30th Birthday!!

2008-11-16T07:13:00.006-06:00

He pushes us in our cars!

He takes us to fun places like baseball games!

He lets us use his stuff and help outside!

He plays silly games with us every day!

He takes Mommy to eat sushi!

He lifts us up when we want to see better!

He gives lots of kisses every day!

He snuggles when we are sick!

He holds our hands and leads us where we are going!
He loves Mommy a lot and takes her to do fun things like hot air balloon rides in Napa Valley!

And he takes us on fun vacations, too!!

We love you, Daddy!! Happy Birthday!

Love,

Reagy Man & Kiefer Bug

Kiefer unsupervised

2008-11-13T15:13:00.003-06:00

For about 2 minutes.

Who would think he'd come up with this?

I left them "coloring" in their chairs and came back to this.

He gladly posed for a picture.

2008-11-10T16:38:00.002-06:00

The warm-and-fuzzy-stop-me-in-my-tracks sight I saw the other day?

Its the simple things. Really. Like holiday cups.

Peek-a-boo

2008-11-10T10:30:00.003-06:00

I was rounding up the laundry this morning. Got the basket from our room, grabbed the dirty clothes from the boys' room... back in our room, I heard this little giggle. I didn't see any children. I could hear playing in the living room. Hmm... I leaned down to grab the hamper out of Donnie's closet and heard the giggle again. Only much louder this time. And then I saw this

Lifesong

2008-11-07T20:22:00.002-06:00

I added a playlist to my page. So don't think you're going crazy if music starts to play (mom). Just some songs that I really like right now. Lyrics that have impacted me. Maybe I'll write more on that later when I'm not so sleepy. (I got a latte at 6:30 thinking it would help me stay up until Donnie gets home. I don't think its gonna work.)

2008-11-07T14:13:00.003-06:00

I'm glad the other half of this duo is already packing his bags to come home.

2008-11-06T16:47:00.004-06:00

So Donnie took the camera and I feel lost.

I can't take a picture of the boys wearing the bomber jacket I found on ebay to match the hand-me-down from cousin Carson.

I can't take a picture of the unimaginable mess Kiefer just made while eating one single tootsie roll.

I can't re-enact the scene from this morning to capture it on film... Kiefer dumping the Mr. Potato Heads, running to the kitchen with the empty tub, putting it next to the counter, looking at me to make sure I'm watching, raising his eyebrows, hopping up on the tub, peeking around the Animal Crackers and smirking at me.

I can't take a picture of the front yard and driveway to email to Donnie to show him how many leaves have fallen since he just raked them all up.

I can't take pictures of them torturing each other right now. They are missing their wrestling time with Daddy and taking it out on each other. Laughing then crying then laughing again.

And I can't take a picture of a very simple thing that makes me so happy and sometimes quite literally warm-and-fuzzy each and every year around this time. I saw it for the first time this afternoon and it stopped me in my tracks. But don't worry, I will snap a picture of that as soon as I get my camera back. Any guesses?

(Stacey don't cheat. Oh wait, you don't leave me comments. Nevermind.)

Thankful Thursday

2008-11-06T08:45:00.002-06:00

I started the day in sort of a poopy mood, so I decided I should snap out of it. I haven't done Thankful Thursday in a while and Donnie took the camera with him to the NYC so I can't just snap a picture of an adorable little boy to post here. So here I go.

I am thankful

1) that Donnie's trip is only 2 days

2) that he gets to go to our favorite place in the world yet again. even if it is without me.

3) that the nuisance of a tree, otherwise known as a Sweetgum tree, is in full color change mode. reds, yellows, and oranges all on one tree. (and all over the driveway and yard ;)

4) that the boys like their preschool and never have a problem with me leaving them

5) for my coffee this morning

Okay short list. But I should be getting myself and the boys ready for the day instead of doing this. Yikes. We have to be out the door in 23 minutes and we are still in pjs! (But lunches and bags are packed and really, I'm waiting for a load of laundry to finish in the dryer. I would like to say I was just extra ambitious and started laundry early today, but really, the boys just needed some clean pants!)

My 2 (or 3 or 4) cents

2008-11-04T21:34:00.003-06:00

As I pulled into the voting location this morning, I had a lot of emotions. I was anxious. A little nervous. Excited.

I even fought back tears for a second. I was thankful that I had to search for a place to park. I was thankful that I had to stand in line behind 80+ people to cast my vote. I was thankful that I even had the right to do so. Now, granted... this is coming from the girl that sheds at least one tear each.and.every.time I hear our National Anthem. Or anytime the flags pass me in a parade. Or anytime I see a story about soldiers coming home. Or leaving their loved ones to defend and protect my loved ones.

Today I was the girl that was practically in tears simply over my status as an American. At the time, I was still hopeful for an upset. But either way, I was happy to fill in my line next to my candidate's name.

And as it turns out, it looks like the other guy is going to be the victor. I am disappointed, but I am not hopeless. I'm a little worried about my tax status. And more worried about how our soldiers will feel about being told to quit a war they have dedicated their present lives to winning. Concerned about unborn life. Wondering about our nation's safety.

But I k n o w that when I wake up tomorrow, I will still be a part of the greatest nation in the world. I will still serve the same God that still sits on the same throne. I will continue living my life in the best way that I know how, for myself, for my kids, for my family. I will continue to pray for our nation's leaders. I will pray that they govern this land in the best way they know how, with the power that (the majority of) our citizens handed to them.

And I have a feeling this will be a wake up call for the Republican Party. Time to win back the trust. Also a wake up call for Christians. Time to get back down on our knees and pray for the leadership of this country.

(Now, if BHO really is the anti-Christ, well, I will be praying for very different things... I say that in humor. a little. because the reality of it is too scary.)

(And in the meantime, I say, give him the driver's seat. let's see him "change" everything. and let's give Mitt Romney a chance in 2012 like he should have been given a chance this time. Stupid Huckabee. whoa... getting off track here.)

(Okay, seriously. Did anyone see this ridiculous hologram feature on CNN? Come on.)

(it's official as of 10PM CST. President Elect of the United States of America. Okay. Maybe there's a little more disappointment than I was expecting. Bright side- history has been made. One more thing to be proud of. My kids will grow up seeing a black man as the leader of their nation.)

(okay no more parenthesis. the end.)

2008-11-04T11:16:00.000-06:00

Trick or Treat

2008-11-01T14:18:00.001-05:00

More "fun" pictures

2008-10-31T13:47:00.004-05:00

At the Fall Festival, Kiefer looked as if he was a teenager, dragged by his parents to a lame party. And of course, he looked like he was forced to wear a puppy costume when indeed, he wanted to be the superhero. (for the record, he liked the puppy in the store and he like the puppy the first night he tried it on)

However, he acted like the perfect two year old child. He held tightly on to either Mommy or Daddy's finger the entire time. He sat completely still while on the hayride. We didn't hear a single "no" to any question we asked. (I began to daydream of what it would be like to take him to the store wearing his puppy costume...)

Here are a few of the "this is lame" and "my parents made me wear this costume" looks.

I'm not sure what this one was about.

At least his brother had fun. Even if his 2T costume was a bit snug.

Anyone know of a Halloween picture contest?

2008-10-30T17:17:00.003-05:00

Cause we just might win big with this one.

Could they be less enthused?

(More to come on this one. To answer the question above. Yes, they remained un-enthused for most of the evening at our church's Family Fall Festival.)

Take two

2008-10-29T11:14:00.003-05:00

Remember all the sentiment last night about my boys...

Well, I am ready to throw them both outside and lock the doors until they can cooperate just a little. They are currently fighting over the same marker. One of their 6 markers. Its not a special marker. Its not even the best color (according to mom). But for some reason, they both must have it. I try to equally divide the (in this case) markers. I try to explain none are better than the other. I try to put some space in between the boys. But they insist on sitting practically on top of each other, with all the markers in the middle, grabbing at the same one. So I've learned to leave the room and let them figure it out.

I am hearing the Fridge DJ and silent mouths from the kitchen. They must have worked it out.

Now. Naps in 45 minutes. ;)

TwinTalk

2008-10-28T23:08:00.003-05:00

Sometimes I forget about this little thing that takes place in our home every day. Its not necessarily unique these days... all the cool people are doing it. Brangelina. J-Lo. Tiffany ;)

But it really is truly amazing to me.

Twins. Together (almost) always, ever since they shared a womb.

Sometimes I forget when they are crying over the same book. Or teasing one another by taking away a toy. Or teaming up against me by running separate ways. Or sometimes I just plain forget about the whole wonderfulness of twins when I want to do nothing but put them in bed an hour early! (Wait. That's never me. Okay. Sometimes.)

I'm reminded on days like today, when I drop them off at Mom's Day Off, and they just stand next to each other near the door. One decides to be shy, so the other stands back, too. Supporting one another, simply with their presence. And when we come home and Reagan trips on the steps and Kiefer grabs his hand to pull him up. Or when Reagan sees Daddy playing "this little piggy" with Kiefer and immediately starts to pull off his socks because he knows his turn is next. Or when Kiefer wants his drink but won't leave the kitchen without his brother's cup, too. Sure, these things may be very similar with siblings that didn't roll around in the same uterus...

But I also think it is completely different. And the bond is strong. And I pray it is there for their entire lifetime. You are (generally) with siblings longer than you are with parents, friends, spouses. And to think these two got a headstart back when we knew them as "a" and "b."

A sneak preview

2008-10-25T09:36:00.004-05:00

And a look back (to exactly a year ago)...

(remember that poor injured face? from the driveway, the fireplace and some random toy...)

Rainy day cooking

2008-10-22T13:16:00.003-05:00

whew.

Stacey and me.

One trip to the grocery story in the pouring rain

(with two boys in their turtle rain coats).

3 meals for our friends with a new baby.

Another trip for me back to the store, in the pouring rain,

for a few more ingredients.

Another meal for 5 families on our church staff*

or from the looks of it, an Army.

Some tired ladies.

A hot and muggy house.

Oh, and a crockpot of chili for tonight.

double whew.

*Don't forget your Pastors during Pastor Appreciation Month

hairy legs, switching places, and pigs

2008-10-20T13:53:00.006-05:00

Found in Parents magazine's "baby bloopers"...

"My mother was sitting on the couch next to my 4-year-old son, Wyatt, and she pointed out all the little hairs on his legs. Wyatt responded, "Mommy has pinchy hairs on her legs."

from Melissa Barr; Pittsburgh, Pa.

I was just talking to friends of mine about this.... I had shorts on the other morning (and needed to shave) and one of the boys was standing next to me and had his hand on my leg. I had an instant flashback of myself as a little one, brushing against my mom's legs and wondering why they were scratchy!! (Sorry, mom! But apparently it happens to the best of us!)

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I was doing some work on the computer this morning and Reagan and Kiefer were sitting behind me reading books.

I heard Reagan declare "ba-ba" which as those that spend time around them know, is their twin talk for "let's switch." (I don't know. It just is) Switch toys, switch trucks... in this case, I assumed switch books.

I hear lots of movement, look back, and see this

Wait... double take.

Apparently they needed to switch places in order to switch books.

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And just for an extra smile today...

Kiefer doing his best pig impression.

Tummy troubles

2008-10-17T10:13:00.016-05:00

*Update:

Reagan was better by Friday evening. Kept everything down from after naptime.

Kiefer was fine all Saturday morning, had lunch, took a good nap, and had a snack. From that time, he quickly became sick, with a high fever and was very lethargic. He literally laid in a lap or on the couch from 4pm until bedtime. His fever is gone this morning, and he is doing better. He would get up and play, and then take a break on the couch for a while. Hopefully we will be in the clear tomorrow.

I just wrote the beginning of a long-ish post and realized, this is probably too much information for most people.

Let me sum up. Buttercup is marrying Humperdinck in little less than half an hour...

Oh wait, I got of track...

Somehow we are sick here again.

Kiefer didn't eat breakfast and acted like he didn't feel well. Uh-oh.

But then Reagan is the one that has gotten sick. Three times to be exact.

This happened with Kiefer like only a month ago.

And just like last time... I will be stuck in the house.

No Oktoberfest.

No trip to the mall that was actually quite necessary this time.

Bummer.

But similar to how I ~~love~~ don't mind when Kiefer is sick

because he lets me hold him, I am taking advantage of the extra snuggles from

Reagan this morning. It is still different between the two of them. Kiefer doesn't

feel well and he allows me to hold him and love on him. Reagan doesn't feel well

and he wants me to hold him and love on him.

Please pray Reagan's tummy gets better quickly and that Kiefer doesn't get worse.

Thanks.

Look what I can do!

2008-10-16T11:18:00.002-05:00

I suppose you are to be happy when your children are smart. When they are imaginative. Innovative.

Not this mama.

Well at least not this time.

They (and when I say "they" I mean "Kiefer") have figured out how to turn their toy tubs upside down and use them as stools. To get into changing table drawers for lotion. Kitchen drawers for silverware. On top of counters for (Daddy's stash of) candy corn. And they've fallen off a tub or two trying to reach things like light switches and mini blinds.

I guess I'll count myself fortunate that it took this long. They've been dumping and using the tubs as seats for quite awhile. It was bound to happen. Its just too bad they don't like using the toy tubs for their intended purpose- holding the toys.

She works hard for the money

2008-10-15T16:01:00.006-05:00

I haven't written anything here about the newest chapter of my life. So its time to catch you up.

A season of change (in our lives) has come along with the cooler weather and pumpkin spice lattes.

I am officially employed. I have an out-of-the-house-money-making-JAY-OH-BE.

Before Reagan and Kiefer jumped into our lives, I knew I wanted nothing more than to stay home with our then-hypothetical babies. (Little did I know they'd come at the same time.) And I will forever be grateful that I had the opportunity to do just that for more than two years. During that time, however, I knew it wouldn't always be the case. I knew there was something "out there" for me to do. But I wasn't going to give up my time with my babies for just any old job. I wasn't going to throw away my status as a SAHM for a simple paycheck. I wanted to get back into social work (and finally use my MSW) and get back into saving the world (see side profile). And it had to be perfect or it wouldn't be worth it.

So I've found the perfect job, with a perfectly flexible schedule, making the perfect amount of cash... doing group, individual and family therapy in an elementary school. I'm working very part-time, about 10-2ish on Tuesdays and Thursdays, with some work every other Wednesday morning. The boys are attending a Mom's Day Out/Preschool/Day Care at a nearby church and so far, so good. They've been too busy to say good-bye to me both times I've dropped them off (this is par for the course with our social butterflies at the church and YMCA nurseries). Things have been a little rough picking them up (naptime is shortened on these days) but I know they will adjust quickly. The second day was already drastically better than the first.

I'm working with kids in Kindergarten through 4th grade and so far I have learned:

1) I am out of practice with "leaving it at the office." I was very good with that in Child Welfare. But I need to work on it again.

2) there is already one little boy that I want to bring home with me

3) I don't look any older than 29, according to a 3rd grader

4) it is easy to adore a child that asks for extra pickles with his lunch and then builds a "pickle castle" on his chicken sandwich

5) now that I have kids, I'm easily angered by hearing that a kid's dad "sleeps, eats, and lays on the couch" and "won't play" with his 7 year old son. or that "my mom left for the grocery story and didn't come back"

6) that I like meeting new adults

7) that I'm easily beaten in Candy Land

8) I was a very well-behaved student. I remember having a time out in recess once in 2nd grade and having my name written on the board once in 4th grade. Those are honestly the only times I can remember disobeying a teacher or other authority figure in elementary school. You would have NEVER found me talking back to a teacher, rolling around on the floor, screaming in class, peeing on the carpet, refusing to do my homework, hitting another student or chewing on my socked feet. Not that I've seen any of that in the two short days I've worked. Okay, all of it.

It must be Monday morning...

2008-10-13T09:29:00.007-05:00

when I grab the coffee pot, add the water, grind the beans.... and brew a whole pot of hot water. It helps if the coffee goes from the grinder to the filter.

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At least I have the following images from this weekend to get me through the Monday morning blahs...

Reagan and Kiefer loving the peach salsa from Grandpa Wayne

(don't mind the remnants of applesauce in Ray's hair)

The boys' first golf lesson with Daddy.

Kiefer doing his best Bill Cosby impression.

and more fun shots from the pumpkin patch

Fall Fun

2008-10-11T17:06:00.001-05:00

Confessions of a Busy Mom

2008-10-08T14:44:00.005-05:00

I decided as soon as I woke up that I needed to run to the store for something later in the day, so I put on some clothes and went with hand-combed hair, no make-up and morning breath.

The clothes I dressed in came out of the suitcase I still haven't unpacked from our weekend.

I realized half way through my peanut butter bars, that I was short 1 1/3 cups powdered sugar (yes, after my early morning trip to the store. and I knew our neighbors were gone so they couldn't help me out.)

I threw some jeans on the boys but left on the t-shirts they slept in, and we went to the store again. With me still in my suitcase clothes and no make-up. But this time it was a ponytail and coffee breath.

I put the boys in their beds and put on a movie so I could finish making the desserts and get ready to leave.

As I was changing Reagan's dirty diaper and putting on a clean shirt, Kiefer took his jeans and diaper off and peed in his crib (a first). I got him out, changed him, and left the wet crib.

We left the house 5 minutes before the boys' (flu-shot) appointment that is at least 12 minutes away.

I put minimal make-up on in the car and was torn between wanting red lights for the mascara application and wanting green lights for the speediness to the dr's. office.

I considered for at least 10 seconds, leaving the boys in the car while I ran in to a restaurant to grab a gift certificate. (I parked right by the door and the walls were all windows.) I didn't do it.

I dropped off dessert for our church staff as part of Pastor Appreciation Month. 3 cookies were missing. One for me, one for each boy. Who am I kidding? Two for me, the boys split one.

It was already past our normal lunch time, so I stopped at Sonic and the boys ate Popcorn Chicken (also a first) as they watched Elmo all the way home. I had to keep them awake!

And lastly, I am blogging instead of cleaning up the disaster I left in the kitchen this morning.

Whew. I feel better.

2008-10-07T13:11:00.005-05:00

October 7th, 1947. My dad's birthday.

October 7th, 1978. The day my parents brought me home from the hospital. His 31st birthday.

October 7th, 2008. Our 11th time missing him on his birthday.

Would be his 61st.

I love you, Dad. And my heart aches from not being able to tell you that today.

Some highlights

2008-10-07T12:30:00.007-05:00

Back from our short trip to Iowa. A weekend full of family and fun.

Taking part in the Walk to Defeat ALS walk with Aunt Deana in memory of Grandpa Olson.

The boys playing with Aunt Kim and Tricia

Blowing out 30 candles. With some help.

My mom's roast. And Iowa corn. Yum-O.

Helping cousin Ben open his early birthday present.

Grandpa Willie getting the most enjoyment out of Ben's present!

The Star of the weekend. New cousin, Taylor Grace.

Grandpa Wayne sharing cake with three little boys. "Bite! Bite!"

Reading books with Grandma Nancy.

Grandma's doors have easy escape handles, so he was mad when we locked the doors to keep him inside. ;)

So I'm 30.

2008-10-02T21:09:00.007-05:00

I don't feel any different.

I don't think I look any different.

But I was reminded again how much I'm loved.

Donnie keeps asking me how I feel, like I am supposed to freak out about my new age.

The only thing that seems weird is that my 20's are gone. But only because people talk so much about "your 20's." But now I'm in "my 30's."

I remember growing up and knowing my mom had me when she was 31. I thought that was old. (Mainly because it was old compared to my friends' parents. My parents had at least 10 years on a lot of them.) But here I am, a year away from 31. If I'm going to have another child, it will have to be in the next year, otherwise I will be older than my mom when she was old. (what?)

When people have asked how I feel about turning the corner to 30, I've had the same response. I'm either in denial about it or I'm totally accepting of it. Because its really been no big deal. (I think its the latter of the two). I have a thoughtful husband and two beautiful, happy, and healthy boys. We have a home and blessed life. I have a support system of friends and family that are more than wonderful. Why would I dread turning 30, and continuing in this life I have?

So, how did I spend my first day in my 30's?

Slept in.

Was served breakfast and sat down and ate with my family.

Donnie told me he took the day off and was sending me to get a massage.

After the massage, I took advantage of the steam shower and all the yummy products.

As I was leaving the spa, Stacey showed up to take me to lunch.

PF Chang's. Yum.

Then a manicure.

Topped off with a Pumpkin Spice Latte.

And then a little reading (about vampires and werewolves. Don't ask.)

And then a sort of accidental nap.

And then, as I was waiting for friends to show up for Survivor, it turned out to be Stacey here to babysit so Donnie and I could go have dinner.

Sushi and martinis. Yum. Yum.

And then back home to watch Survivor on TiVo while eating cheesecake.

Oh yeah. And this.

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Kiefer wanted to wear my necklace, so we shared it.

Reagan was still in his bed, awake at 9:00. After several singing outbursts, I went in and grabbed him. He came out to be the center of attention for a couple minutes, for a little more birthday snuggling, and a bite of cheesecake. He was sound asleep within minutes.

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With the dozen phone calls and multiple texts and emails (and even a real card in the mail!), at the end of the day, I still think about that one call that doesn't come anymore. The one call that always reminded me of how old he must be if his baby was having another birthday. The one call whose absence brings me to tears every year, from my 20th to my 30th.

A petting zoo and a giant sandbox, too

2008-09-30T15:14:00.007-05:00

We attended the Tulsa State Fair last night for the first time since the boys were born. We, of course, enjoyed some good food (darn those pork tenderloins for eluding us until we had already indulged in something else!) Donnie and I strayed somewhat from the typical fair food and went sort of cultural with our gyros and indian taco :) And the fried pickles may have ranked higher than Goldies!

We had limited time, so we stuck mainly with the activities for the kiddos. (Mom, Donnie only got to watch one demonstration- the salsa maker. He couldn't find the Vita-Mix!) We threw them in a giant sandbox and walked them through a pretty impressive petting zoo, the highlights of the night.

this is only half 1/4 of the sandbox.

Kiefer acted like he didn't want to get dirty. yeah, right.

Reagan dug right in. Well, right after I sat him down in the sand and placed tools in front of him because he wouldn't move at first.

Reagan L.O.V.E.D the animals. We seriously had to keep him from trying to climb in the pens. Donnie was holding Reagan when he first spotted a giraffe, and Reagan started kicking like crazy, trying to get to it!

Kiefer, not so much. He was very hesitant and held on tightly. (We did get one piggy noise from him when we saw the pot-bellied pig. I think he was a little freaked by this one and all of the baby pigs nursing! They seemed overly exited!)

Cutest. picture.ever. He was so excited to feed the goats.

More feeding of the goats with Grandma Duntley

He only ventured towards the cage for the baby chicks.

Waiting for Alyssa and Tori on a midway ride. Clapping to the music.

Wondering why he isn't in bed at 8:30!

We had a good time, but I still stick to my guns that it pales in comparison to the world-renowned Iowa State Fair. Yeah, that's right. Named the second best summer vacation spot in the US, only second to Las Vegas. Next year, Team Duntley will be visiting the Butter Cow

while eating various foods-on-a-stick!

Strep visits again

2008-09-29T08:54:00.002-05:00

I don't know why Strep loves me. I hate it.

I've had it at least once a year, for as long as I can remember. What adult gets Strep this much?

The bad news is that is was awful. So bad that I endured the walk-in clinic on Saturday morning. I spent the rest of the day in bed. I wanted to stay as far from the boys as I could. The good news is they had a good weekend with Dad. They had a fun morning with Dad and the grandparents and then after nap, they didn't know I was home. It was funny, Donnie kept sneaking into my room to see if I needed anything. I finally got up and spent about 45 minutes with them before bed.

Sunday was still pretty bad so Donnie took the boys to church and I slept. By noon, I had been on my antibiotic for over 24 hours, so I ventured out to sit with everyone for lunch and then put the boys to bed. This morning, I am feeling much better. Still yucky, but much better.

I did get a chance to read Twilight, a book some people have wanted me to read for a couple of months. I was told it was a page-turner and I hadn't wanted to invest time in it before this weekend. But since I had 24 hours to do nothing but lay in bed, I figured I'd see what the hype was about.

So several of our plans for the weekend were cancelled because of ol' sickey, but we are coming up on a very busy week! Trips to the fair, nice dinners, and ol' sickey here turns 30! I'm just glad Mr. Step decided to visit last weekend instead of this weekend when we get to go visit my family!

Mental health days and other random thoughts

2008-09-26T09:44:00.004-05:00

+ today would have been a day that I called in sick to work. I miss that perk. I may have mentioned that in the past.

+ this coffee is not helping

+ I wonder how old my boys will be before I want to stop kissing them and squeezing them and telling them I love them every 7 minutes.

+more importantly, how old will they be when they make me stop doing that.

+ I turn 30 next week and it really hasn't fazed me. I wonder if that's denial or acceptance.

+turning 31 may be worse because my mom was 31 when she had me and I always thought that was old.

+I have a 20% off and $10 coupon to use at Gap and I don't feel like going. shoot.

+I have to do laundry today or the boys and I won't have anything to wear tomorrow. Its been a very long time since that has happened.

+I don't remember mosquitos being a problem heading towards October, but they are still hanging out around our house. Sometimes sneaking inside still.

+Elmo just sang a lullaby and I think I fell asleep a little.

Wordless Wednesday

2008-09-24T17:28:00.002-05:00

Accessories and other intriguing things

2008-09-23T08:58:00.004-05:00

Mr. "Poh Poh" put away for the night.

One piece left behind.

Put to good use...

For a really long time...

TV on.

Daddy flipping channels.

No one really paying attention.

Until something caught this one's (now clearer) eye.

And he couldn't look away...

And this one started cheering...

And then this one cheered...

Pretty colors.

Fun music.

Everyone clapping...

for Dancing With the Stars.

Yum

2008-09-23T08:50:00.003-05:00

"pah-pah"

2008-09-22T18:38:00.004-05:00

Wayne,

We're grateful the surgery went well.

Take care of yourself during your recovery.

(had to add the nose-picking shot)

Long blog for a long day.

2008-09-20T09:21:00.007-05:00

and its only 10am....

Donnie had a men's retreat to attend this weekend with some guys from church. He was supposed to be home from work for about an hour before heading out. So we waited for him outside.

Turns out he was stuck at work and would be late. He got home in time to change, grab his bag, give and get some hugs, give a couple boys a short ride on his back, and off he went. Reagan tried to make him stay.

Shortly after he left, I decided we needed to leave, too. It was a little muggy for the park, so we headed to our indoor back-up, the mall play area. The boys played hard. Kiefer was accidentally knocked down by an older boy, and Reagan came running, pointed and told the boy "No!" and then hugged his little brother. Precious. Already sticking up for each other on the playground. Kiefer started something new... he'd climb up to the top of the firetruck and then yell "Ma-ma-ma!" and wait for me to wave, and then he would slide down. He did it every time, and every time it made me smile. Well, a little while later, Reagan got his leg caught underneath him on the same slide and cried almost the same "Ma-ma-ma!" and then decided he was done playing.

We got home, had a successful bedtime, and I cracked open a Fresca and headed to check my email. I stumbled upon this blog and couldn't stop reading. I finally went to bed, thankful that Donnie's only gone for one night.

We sent Donnie a message this morning before breakfast. Its no fun having a Saturday morning without Daddy.

We had our usual Saturday Morning Pancakes but Kiefer Bug didn't eat more than a few bites. My first thought, "uh-oh." The only time he doesn't eat breakfast is when he's not feeling well. He can leave or take lunch or dinner any time, but breakfast he loves. Sure enough, as Reagan was in the other room playing, and I was doing the dishes, I heard a cough, then a gag, and then a splash to the floor. I'll spare you the rest of the details, but it started on one end of the kitchen, resumed in the middle, and finally stopped at my feet by the dishwasher. I stripped him down, cleaned him up, assured Reagan everything was going to be okay, and put Kiefer on the couch with a towel to hold just in case. Then headed to the kitchen. If you know me, you know there's almost nothing worse than being around the stinkiness of throw up. But I'm getting pretty good at it. Well, okay at it. I don't throw up myself while cleaning it anymore. And somehow, Kiefer has chosen to do this when Donnie is not around, a.lot. So anyway, got it cleaned up and realized Kiefer was already up and playing again. He seems to feel fine.

~~Maybe~~ hopefully it was a one time thing.

Either way, I've cancelled our big plans for the day. We were supposed to go to the Greek Festival with Stacey. Not risking it. Although it breaks my heart to stay away from the falafels and hummus. We also had big plans to go to Target. I need to exchange the wrong water pitcher filters I bought the other day for the right ones. Another day of impure water. The only thing worse than not having Donnie around on a Saturday, is being stuck in the house, anticipating more throw up. We'll at least venture outside, as we've been having the most perfect weather during the day.