tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10454047944387580932024-03-13T22:51:10.271-07:00Vegas CribsVegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-12110144766454963232015-07-28T20:17:00.000-07:002015-07-28T20:30:11.999-07:00Haircut? Got what I wanted?<div><div><div><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-syUlFW8WANw/VbhIvJyG-fI/AAAAAAAAAus/EXYmQaSQR1Y/I/photo_818765.jpg" border="0" class="bloggoimg"></div></div><br></div><div><br></div>The boys have cute beachy messy hair. The only problem is the tangles, which are intensified with all the swimming we do and our lack of care. We don't use good shampoos and we don't always condition. They get regular haircuts, but they have only had trims, in five years they have not had clippers touch their heads. <div><br></div><div>This past week I decided it was time for a good haircut. We had too many tears over tangles. I went in and asked for a buzz cut. Not being familiar with terminology I did not know what I was asking for but I sure got it! </div><div><br></div><div>I don't even recognize them anymore! Their hair is so short and they look so different, it feels and looks like velvet. We are going to enjoy this new look but I look forward to it growing back to "normal". </div><div><br></div><div><div><div><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Im7g28eKB6o/VbhIvhv5J5I/AAAAAAAAAu0/XKA3zzrOWLM/I/photo_43391.jpg" border="0" class="bloggoimg"></div><br><br> <br></div><div><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GwtaQ9xYnbE/VbhIwJwsZLI/AAAAAAAAAu8/uEt7uUYdpZM/I/photo_611812.jpg" border="0" class="bloggoimg"></div><br><br> <br><br> <br></div>VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-54339054412738287182014-04-28T21:44:00.000-07:002014-04-28T21:44:51.010-07:00Hit the brakes!!!!!!!!Fa la <span style="font-family: inherit;">la, Fa la la, life is good and we are all just cruising through it - until someone hits the brakes. From 60 to 0 fast. </span><br />
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I went to the gyn with a complaint of soreness and possible lump in a breast. For some reason I really thought she would tell me the lump was in my mind and there was nothing there. But no, she said she felt it and I needed to have a mammogram and ultrasound to check it out. That news stopped my dead in my tracks. I really did not think anything could be wrong even I though I had made an appointment to go to the doctor. Denial?<br />
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I was speechless and did not know what to ask or say. In fact, I was trying not to say anything and focus on not crying. I left the room, got my paperwork and made my appointments for the follow up testing.<br />
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Needless to say I was (and still am) a wreck. I quickly imagined worst case scenarios over and over. I think of my mom and her passing. I wonder how long I have had the lump. Why didn't I do my self-checks. Why didn't I make a doctors appointment sooner. Looking at my boys would make me tear up.<br />
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I know that it could be nothing, but it is hard for my not to stopping thinking, dwelling, imagine what it could be. <br />
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I can't believe how quickly the direction of your life can change. I know it has not really changed, and in fact nothing is different then the day before. But I am seeing everything different. I am realizing how precious everything is that I have been taking for granted. <br />
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I am going to give myself a little bit of gas to get going and make it through these days, but I have definitely slowed day. I am taking stock of everything I see and feel. <br />
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My follows are later this week so we shall see what happens.VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-26033955717210580092013-09-17T21:25:00.000-07:002013-09-17T21:33:55.097-07:00What am I going to be when I grow up?I am still struggling with my identity outside motherhood, wife and employee. In my downtime I like to read, watch TV or scan the Internet. None of these make me feel complete or more accomplished. I can tell you things I would like to do - write, sew, craft, volunteer, organize my house... But no.<div><br></div><div>Am I too tired or uninspired? I am secretly concerned that I am just lazy! Maybe I just need a few more weeks to catch up on me time? Any suggestions? </div><div><br></div><div>At least my boys know what they want to be when they grow up. </div><div><br><div><div><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hEArUp45Wt0/UjktMWxbsoI/AAAAAAAAAtc/3-IEdVA694c/I/photo_413051.jpg" border="0" class="bloggoimg"></div><br><br> <br></div></div>VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-36981722380970155042013-06-03T20:50:00.001-07:002013-06-03T20:52:13.626-07:00Yes, that was us- sorryWe are a couple of months into potty training. So far, so good. Of course we did not start until the boys were 3 +, I think that made a difference.<br />
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We have been quite surprised by how well it has gone. As expected, Baby A was late to the game, but we knew when he was ready he would be fully on board. He was dry his first weekend and pretty much ever since. If you ask him to try and go potty he will happily. In fact he wants to do it by himself now. <br />
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Baby B has been interested for many months and has been going on the potty off and on for awhile. We did not really start encouraging him until Baby A was ready. We were not surprised that B would have a few accidents because he never wanted to try just in case. He would always say he did not need to pee, keep playing and have an accident 10 minutes later. This is such their personalities. <br />
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One weekend not long ago we had a great morning at the park, saw boats racing in a lake and played on another jungle gym before leaving. This jungle gym was very tall (about 15 feet) with multiple levels and the boys enjoyed climbing up there. At some point I heard husband start yelling and saw Baby A way at the top of the jungle with pee just pouring out of him down the entire length of the jungle gym creating a big puddle at the bottom. Of course we both went into "what the heck do we do now" mode and started yelling at Baby A first to stop peeing and then to climb down. He was not ready to come down and started yelling no to us. I am looking around the park trying to see who has seen him do this and surprisingly of the 3 families there no one has noticed. Baby A is still certain he does not want to come down and Baby B is now asking loudly what happened. <br />
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As you know, many jungle gyms are not made for adults to fit, husband starts to try and climb up but it is pretty tight. Finally we get him down, but now what? How do we clean up the jungle gym? Do we tell the other people playing there? How do I get him cleaned up, all I see is a water fountain and no sinks or bathrooms. So we do what anyone else would do and run to the car. We strip a crying Baby A down (he was not ready to leave) and clean up him with almost dried out wet wipes and shove him in his seat. <br />
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Any other ideas????VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-83459313243186218292013-04-15T21:16:00.000-07:002013-04-15T21:16:45.469-07:00Why I hate Duplo / LegosThe Duplo packaging is so cute and appealing. The first time several times we put them together it was so much fun. The next several times they fell apart over and over I came to hate them. Screaming children telling me to put them back together, "fix it mommy", but freaking out when I touch them wanting to fix them on their own.<br />
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Oh Duplos!!!!!!!! I feel that you are made to come apart so easily to cause mayhem in all of our households. Try explaining to a 3 year old that you need to brace your extra long plane with strategically placed duplos and you can't build them 2 feet tall. You can't even fly a plane around without a wing falling off! Let us not even get started with what it is like to step on a little plastic blocks with pointy parts. Not fun. Why do they scatter so easily?<br />
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We are 3 + and still wearing diapers with no end in sight. Baby B had almost a month of being diaper free, but with Baby A showing no interest Baby B quickly lost his motivation.<br />
I go back and forth with being OK this. Changing diapers is not that bad and it is easier when you are out and about as opposed to worrying abut two toddlers going pee pee on the potty and having accidents.<br />
Baby A is strong with his decision to not pee on the potty. He has never done it at home. He is physically ready and holds it for long periods of time but mentally he does not want to and no bribe (yes bribe) can change his mind.<br />
We may try going cold turkey at spring break with no diapers or we may chicken out. Anyway keep your investments in Pampers because we are spending a fortune.VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-52843835646669317752012-10-24T22:11:00.000-07:002013-02-23T08:00:52.057-08:00What were we thinking?We try to get out as often as possible with the boys. Living in an apartment right now gives us a good case of cabin fever. <br />
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Most of our outings involve eating and shopping. I used to wonder why my friends with babies went to the mall all the time, now I know. It is out of the sun, air-conditioned and full of kid friendly places to eat. And for us ladies- a great place for retail therapy. <br />
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An Italian festival came into town this past weekend. We love to go out for food and shopping and husband is Italian so this seemed like a great fit. We knew it was going to be sunny and hot so we dressed the boys appropriately, applied sticky sunscreen all over their bodies and packed water. <br />
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Nothing could have prepared us for the heat. Somehow when we were out running errands we never appreciated how hot the sun is when standing outside for prolonged periods of time. The boys quickly turned pink from the heat. We all had sweat rolling down our backs.VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-51387774084469696462012-10-24T21:57:00.001-07:002012-10-24T21:57:27.965-07:00Am I just a mom?The boys are quickly coming up on three. I guess I have to assume I am as dialed in to being a mommy as I will be. We last moved over a month ago. We have been in Vegas for over two years. Yet I am still at a loss for having done anything that is just me. What I mean is- I have no hobby, I don't volunteer, I hardly remember to write in my blog, no crafting or cooking or even exercise. <br />
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I go to work, come home and hang out with the boys, make dinner, put them to bed, clean up and watch TV or read. Is that sad? I feel like I should have something that I do, that defines me, makes me more interesting, but I am just always tired and want to zone out. What happened to the me of my past. I wanted to be involved, I was creative and tried things.<br />
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I can go months without even think of my lack of a life past mommy and than all of the sudden it hits my like a wall of bricks. What have I done for the last three years? What is my life beyond the walls of my house. What mark am I making on the world, or at least what am I crafting to hang on my walls? I don't know the answer, there a lot of things that interest me but yet I feel pretty content at the end of most days. If you have any suggestions please let me know. VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-15196559978538735022012-08-23T07:45:00.000-07:002012-10-24T21:58:13.435-07:00Raspberry mustachesWe had gelattos yesterday and the boys had the cutest red mustaches! It really did make them more adorable to me, even with the drips down their shirts. How funny that things change when you have your own kids.<br />
I remember thinking kids with messy faces and clothes were not so cute. And as they tried to give you a hug or kiss I would keep my distance not want any goop to touch me. Now I find it very endearing. Somehow that mess doesn't seem as toxic, the poppy diaper not as repulsive. Interesting how this works.VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-32787505316281575082012-08-21T07:37:00.002-07:002012-10-24T21:59:52.638-07:00Are we missing something?We have been on the fence about having another child basically since the boys were born. We have both felt that 3 sounded like a good number of children. Just enough to mix it up but would still fit in our car- though it would be tight.<br />
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But as each day progressed we realized that two is a lot of work and a lot of reward. We can each hold one or as they have gotten bigger one of us can hold two hands. What would we do with the third child? I do not do well without sleep as most people are. How can we start over now with sleepless nights, midnight feedings. My patience is starting to get stretched too, what would happen with one more? Many people have said you need a girl, but neither one of us has felt that pull, if anything we would rather have another boy.<br />
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Several months ago we were out to dinner with the boys, and they were certainly being ornery toddlers but we looked at each other and realized wow this is pretty good. We can do this just like it is and that is when we decided to stay a family of four. <br />
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There are certainly moments when the thought is a little sad. Especially with how big the boys are and now they like to pretend to be a baby. Or when I see a pregnant women and I am a little envious. But we are good. I did think for awhile something was missing, but now I think it is my mom- nana. She should be here and yet she is here. We talk about her all the time with the boys and that is comforting. We are a perfect family of four.VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-40840357875963066362012-05-25T22:49:00.003-07:002012-10-24T22:00:39.371-07:00It's a mom thingHusband has decided he wants to start a tradition of Friday night pizza. Great, but the boys are not so excited about pizza anymore. Especially tonight when baby B is not feeling good. Baby A has become very picky in the past month and when it comes to pizza he only wants the crust. Being a good wife I cut several pieces for husband and I. I give Baby A my crusts which he eats and then he starts looking for more. Of course husand ate his crusts. I asked why he did not save them knowing Baby A only eats crusts. All he could say was oopps he did not realize he would want any. I asked why I should realize when the baby is hungry when husband never does and he said I guess is a mom thing. This is his excuse for every time he does not notice something, does not realize a diaper change is needed, snacks, water, a toy! Some how he can zone out and I do not miss anything. I guess it is a mom's thing.VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-53926321466418246702012-05-11T12:02:00.003-07:002012-10-24T22:01:23.921-07:00Where's my mother's day?Mother's day is fast approaching. I can't believe this will be my third mother's day. Of course, for the first one the boys where only four months old and I was exhausted and delirious. I don't even remember celebrating for myself, much the less celebrating for my own mom, grandmother, mother-in-law or step-mother. My guess, is that I took a good nap that day while husband watched the boys. I really don't even remember what we did last year. This year, I will never forget.<br />
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This will be my first mother's day without my mom. Of course she will be with me all day in memory, but I still can't believe she won't answer the phone when I call with well wishes (or complaints about the boys or husband as she always listened to those too). I know the boys do not understand mother's day yet, but they do know what it means to be nice, give hugs and kisses, help clean up and let's make something for mommy. I am so lucky to have them and will treasure every minute with them (even during the nap I have already scheduled for the day), but I will be sad that my mom is not hear to celebrate and get her hugs and kisses. We will wish her a happy mother's day and I just hope she is listening.VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-30228739721485314422012-05-07T21:51:00.000-07:002013-02-23T08:04:25.938-08:00Cute = OrneryMother Nature is pretty smart. <br />
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Now that the boys are two, they are really flexing their decision making muscles all the time for good and bad. They often decide to throw food on the floor, steal toys, knock things down, climb to reach no-no items, and on and on at least a dozen times an hour. They also do not understand how anyone could ever tell them no. This sends them into a tailspin that often resembles a tantrum. However, the more ornery they get, the cuter they get too. It is like some kind of cosmic balance. Just when you think you can't take anymore from them, they give you the cutest smile, tell you they love you or do something really adorable. <br />
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I am trying not to worry about the trying threes but I do wonder what new level of cuteness the boys can bring on.VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-603641974725470602012-05-06T20:41:00.004-07:002012-10-24T22:02:32.842-07:00This is my therapyMy mom passed away recently and I have many things to say about that. This relates to it. We were on our way to the in-laws and the boys were talking about grandma and grandpa. They were so excited to see them and I am so happy that they are in their lives. As I was looking back at the boys in the car while they were talking it really hit me that they are not going to have my mom's influence growing up. I feel confident they are surrounded by good people and will always have good role models, but what would have been different about them if nana had been in their lives more then their first two years. There were so many things she loved that I know she looked forward to experiencing with them and teaching them. I know she would have been such a strong, positive and fun impact on their lives and while it does not feel fair to me to not have her around for me, it is really not fair for my boys to not have her around in their lives. I will do my best to mention her often and do things with them she would have but I am going to shed some tears too.VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-75368875595905932752011-09-11T20:17:00.000-07:002012-10-24T22:03:09.668-07:00At least it wasn't me firstWe were all invited to a first birthday for twin boys. We were pretty excited to attend since we are still getting to know people in Vegas and really enjoy this group.<br />
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The party was great. Good food, good drinks and company. We spent most of our time chasing the boys around while trying to have brief conversations. Of course we always divide and conquer. One baby one parent. We switch off on the babies as time goes by. One baby may be a bit more of a wanderer than the other one, thought they both give you a run for your money! I admit that I am always trying to keep an eye on the husband and the other baby. <br />
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While I was trying to sit and keep busy baby A while talking with friends husband came over and said "I can't find Baby B.". I didn't even have time to even think about it when our friends jumped and started looking. Anxiety started creeping in when someone yelled I see him. It was not until husband was holding him that I begin to feel panic of what could have been. So scary! I will never forget that feeling and hopefully that will keep me even more attentive. <br />
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Baby B was fine. Husband looked away for a second and Baby B turned around and ran off. He is short and easy to miss behind furniture and people! Plus he is fast. . I will give husband a hard time but no ill feelings. It is bound to happen again but at least it wasn't me first!VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-90354394840531737032011-07-17T10:35:00.000-07:002012-10-24T22:03:43.250-07:00Terrible almost 2's?I am still always amazed at how much personality these two guys have. It is like have two small adults in our house. I really had no idea they would already be set in their ways, have so many opinions and emotions, and be so funny.<br />
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What is not funny is when they get mad/frustrated, and it happens often. When they want something the can't have (all the time!), you tell them to stop doing something, or when they are not ready to get in the car and go. They both have different types of meltdowns, and I will be honest, one has it more often then the other. <br />
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One of the hardest parts is that they are not predictable, it must be some combination of frustration, being hungry and tired. We try to make sure we take care of the hungry and tired, but you still never know. <br />
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We will get through this, I think. I imagine when they can express themselves more they will be less frustrated, unless of course they want something we won't give them.VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-13188746204842831052011-06-21T07:34:00.000-07:002012-10-24T22:04:21.938-07:00One plus one equals more than twoYou don't really appreciate how different it is having two little toddlers of the same age until you get to spend time alone with one of them. On the rare occasions that one of them wakes up earlier than the other from a nap or in the morning and you can actually get them out of their room without waking the other, it is a special time just bonding with that one boy.<br />
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They really enjoy having you and the toys to themselves. It feels so different being with just one versus the two. <br />
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The other day Baby B and I went to a playgroup alone. Normally it is the four of us, with one parent watching one child. It was amazing how much easier it was with just me and Baby B. When the four of us are there I am constantly watching both boys (even though dad is responsible for one), trying to get them both to eat a snack, make sure they are safe and playing with the other kids. With just one baby there is was such a difference experience. I did enjoy it more. <br />
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While I would not change a thing, having two little ones around, even with two parents, is much more work than one child to one parent. You only have to worry about that one child, as opposed to "forcing" two to do the same things, eat at the same time, sleep at the same time, play in the same area. I do worry that each boy does not get enough individual attention, but that lasts for less than a minute as I am off to quickly referee some fight over a toy or watch them make each other laugh and squeal.VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-67449543017939112062011-04-05T07:55:00.000-07:002012-10-24T22:05:13.076-07:00BrothersWe all know brothers have such a unique bond, but it is still great when you get to witness it.<br />
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The other morning I brought A & B into the living room. We change play and change diapers before eating breakfast. Baby A kept walking to the patio door, but I could not see what he was looking at because the curtains were closed. <br />
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After a few moments of standing there our cat Cid ran from under the curtains and hoped through the gate into the kitchen to safety. Baby A stood there for a few minutes longer and then walked away. <br />
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As we resumed playing, Cid jumped back into the living room and went to the window. This is highly unusual activity- normally the cats keep as far a distance to the babies as possible and only come into the living room during naps and at night. Baby A started approaching the cat and the cat could not decide if he should stay by the window or run away. Now I knew something was up. Why wasn't he escaping?<br />
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I decided to move over to the patio door, and to my surprise I saw our other cat, Gato on the other side! Now, they are not outdoor cats and have never even roamed outside in our current house. Cid was trying to be with Gato from inside the house and risked exposure to babies just to keep him company and let us know he was out there. <br />
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After I let Gato in, he ran to get food and water and gorged himself. To my amazement the other cat ran to the bowls and acted thirsty and hungry too. I figure he probably spent the night at the door inside the house keeping Gato company and never ate or drank. What good brothers.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmU0LEaIvuEzpFX3a5eWmkoEaWu2NPPJHktv94jeVW9gFwLEG-7-BQUzkcG9yMA-VrqQQH5k9bcV4R_ihnDUM1mTZasBHo0E3LAziWdKkFhazjRkJ-lQi7dwpPHrg2dI08D4J0pVpY4lY/s1600/DSCN0870.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592116985444227010" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmU0LEaIvuEzpFX3a5eWmkoEaWu2NPPJHktv94jeVW9gFwLEG-7-BQUzkcG9yMA-VrqQQH5k9bcV4R_ihnDUM1mTZasBHo0E3LAziWdKkFhazjRkJ-lQi7dwpPHrg2dI08D4J0pVpY4lY/s320/DSCN0870.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /></a>VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-90674174061048341372011-03-20T21:07:00.000-07:002012-10-24T22:05:47.790-07:00How did we get here?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6I9sECsIJX4Qm41PznNkGQkgtKQ3pIPVeglCtcnJW_0SLF_4OdPj1GnXNV9K2N651-nmId1fjBzXOmGAgChheYfdS-Chj02BR3RETRzbQQqEy0zbI0Os-lPsdnOlygSgjY9B6Zg2Xgc0/s1600/pantry.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592113291137787826" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6I9sECsIJX4Qm41PznNkGQkgtKQ3pIPVeglCtcnJW_0SLF_4OdPj1GnXNV9K2N651-nmId1fjBzXOmGAgChheYfdS-Chj02BR3RETRzbQQqEy0zbI0Os-lPsdnOlygSgjY9B6Zg2Xgc0/s320/pantry.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 240px;" /></a><br />
I really don't feel my age, ok maybe phsyically but not mentally. Sometimes I am not sure I am old enough to be a mother even when I am with my boys. <br />
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What makes me really feel old is my pantry. How did I get such a full pantry. I think that a pantry this full belongs to someone who has been in a house for years, cooks, and has kids that actually eat adult food. My pantry looks like a collection that had to have started 20 years ago. <br />
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We have moved twice in the past year and I still have a pantry bursting at the seams. How did we acquire all this food and why? I don't even know what I would do with much of it and I am not really sure I like some of it. Didn't I buy it all? Did we inherit canned food and baking items from someone? <br />
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I know I am not old enough to have collected all of this!VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-3299465212525338912011-03-04T20:51:00.000-08:002012-10-24T22:06:36.225-07:00Was it worth it?The boys are now almost 14 months old- how did it happen? Every time I look at them they have changed so much. I feel like I can't even remember exactly what they looked like 3 months ago, 2 months ago, even 1 month ago. They certainly don't look like babies.<br />
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We have taken a lot of photos, but most are just not quite perfect. And certainly, we have very few photos of the two boys together and only a hand full of the 4 of us. <br />
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I decided I wanted to capture this time in photos we would be proud to share. We hired a photographer to take pictures and planned to take them at a great out door shopping center.<br />
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It was enough stress figuring out clothes for us all, timing when they boys would be at their best and getting ourselves ready on time.<br />
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We made it, everyone looked good, we were on time and the boys were ready to have fun. Only that was all they wanted to do, was have fun. They both went in opposite directions the whole time. No matter what we did they would not stay together. If we picked them up, they freaked out- they wanted to be free! We chased them for two hours, jumped up and down to get them to look, yelled, whistled... <br />
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On top of that, Baby A, who I like to call Mr Cheese because he is always smiling and showing his teeth off, never smiled. No matter what we did, he did not show off those teeth! <br />
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So two exhausting hours later, we have many smiling shots of the Ham, Baby B, serious but cute Baby B and a few shots of the 4 of us where everyone is looking different ways. My back hurts from bending over, my throat is sore from making noises and I know husband is emotioningly exhausted from the turmoil. I guess we won't know if it was worth it until we get the proofs.VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-24229884378852019482011-01-31T21:50:00.000-08:002012-10-24T22:07:09.453-07:0012 months- where did it go?Wow- a year has gone by. <br />
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Everyone tells you it will go by quickly, and I knew that it was probably true, but it was hard to imagine what it would feel like. Especially because in the beginning time went by so slowly I could count the sands as they fell through the hour glass.<br />
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With the anxiousness of being a new parent and the sleep deprivation that comes with any newborn (x 2) I didn't think that time was moving- except of course during those few minutes when I laid down to get sleep, that went by fast. Someone told me that with a newborn it would be the longest days of your life but the quickest weeks, and that is really true. As the hours seemed to drag by the weeks and months added up quick.<br />
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Soon enough the boys were 3 months old and not so fragile, then 6 months old and half way to a year. 9 months was just a blip and now they are 12 months old. <br />
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They are little people living in my house. They have complete and separate personalities that are larger than life. They grow and learn everyday. I do have to stop and wonder about myself. Have I grown and learned something everyday? I am very happy with the job of the boys I am raising but I need to make sure another year does not slip by without more focus on myself.VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-14226363967123113382010-12-30T08:59:00.001-08:002012-10-24T22:07:45.943-07:00The invisible husbandThe other day I accidently bumped into my husband in the kitchen. He made a joke about being invisible. While he was kidding it has really stuck with me.<br />
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Our roles as husband and wife have really changed, for the better and sometimes for the worse. I will admit being a wife has been lowered on my list of priorities. Has my husband become invisible? I am always worried about the boys, the house and work, where does he fit in? I know it is normal for some change with kids, but I realize I need to make more of an effort to be present with my husband as a wife. We are in this together for the long haul and I want to make sure I do my best to protect our foundations of marriage.<br />
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Invisible? Maybe sometimes, but hopefully not all the time.VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-28823204079092807692010-12-11T22:44:00.000-08:002012-10-24T22:08:13.378-07:00Am I the last person to not own skinny jeans?What is with all the fads and how quickly they are adopted and adapted. <br />
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I love leggings. They are great with long (very long) sweaters or short dresses, but something that goes past your thighs. They are so comfy and easy. Over the past couple of years I have seen an evolution of leggins getting thicker and the tops you wear with them getting shorter. I am sorry, but no matter how thick they are, they are still leggings. I am seeing now girls in leggins with their tissue thin t-shirts tucked in! Excuse me, you should not be running around with your behind in somethinga as form fitting as a bathing suit! On the skinniest girl it is still not right.<br />
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Leggings were just not enough for everyone, now they are making jeans with a legging cut. I thought the benefit of jeans was that they suck things in where needed and hide some of your flaws. I don't want jeans that hug every curve, just the ones I want them to. I think these jeans are the new legging, everyone is wearing them. They tuck them in to their uggs, riding boots, stilletto boots, you name it. It is the new uniform. Maybe I am just jealous, but I refuse! -Until I can fit in them)VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-45484674374884692122010-12-01T21:51:00.000-08:002012-10-24T22:08:52.233-07:00Are men really the bad communicators?For centuries men have bore the responsiblity of being the bad communicators, but I wonder if the really deserve all the blame.<br />
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There are so many books, articles, blogs etc... about how bad men are at expressing themselves and women are hailed as the great communicators. We are the voice of reason, opinion and sanity. However I have really come to question this. <br />
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There is one circumstance all women face on a regular basis that tries their communication skills. We all work so hard to explain what we want, use many adjectives and even try and use visuals to reinforce our message. But so many times the outcome is not at all what we expected, wanted or desired. <br />
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Why is it everytime we get our haircut, the stylist somehow does not get it all right? I swear we were clear on what I wanted the length of my hair I wanted. We discussed it, where it would fall, how many inches it was and I even showed photos of what I wanted the length to be. In fact, she thought I wanted it to short and recommended cutting it in stages. Well here I am, with hair much shorter than I wanted! How much more explicit can I get, apparently I need to question my own communication skills.VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045404794438758093.post-16359174742242283282010-11-27T15:14:00.001-08:002012-10-24T22:09:39.768-07:00Crying on the plane is not kosher?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghY1uvtFDMLM0P1oboU8k8v9TWRg_UI-aIiR9amDBFr4LZ4jEqDKb1zNfGOFMXcKRaqaozmcnqCSvJGl772xXD9J1vbF-TXnIZ5cURwlFHVH_AL4lB4-cwAB9djl3lJnBKc-LwOp6YuzU/s1600/IMG_1571.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544375738627211426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghY1uvtFDMLM0P1oboU8k8v9TWRg_UI-aIiR9amDBFr4LZ4jEqDKb1zNfGOFMXcKRaqaozmcnqCSvJGl772xXD9J1vbF-TXnIZ5cURwlFHVH_AL4lB4-cwAB9djl3lJnBKc-LwOp6YuzU/s320/IMG_1571.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a><br />
We still have so much etiquette to learn about being the parents of two small boys. <br />
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We recently had a big adventure traveling to Pittsburgh to visit my husband's family. The flight out went great. The boys took their scheduled naps on the plane and slept for almost two hours. We really thought we had this traveling thing down. <br />
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We left early for the airport the day of our departure to visit downtown Pittsburgh and see some sights. The boys took brief naps in the car, but we weren't worried- our flight was around their second nap so they were sure to get good ones in on the plane. When we got to the airport we discovered our flight was delayed almost two hours. That was going to be a problem. The boys were already tired from a poor first nap and due for their second nap. <br />
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We started to feel a little panic. What was going to happen. Would they make it until the flight, would they take small naps before the flight and be awake the whole flight? We tried to keep them awake so they would sleep on the plane. Mistake!<br />
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Baby B feel asleep 15 minutes before we boarded the plane. We were not able to keep him asleep while boarding the plane. Unfortunately, Baby B quickly recharges and after that 15 minutes he felt no need for another nap. We got the boys settled and the take-off was without incident.<br />
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However, shortly into the flight the boys became very fussy. They were both so tired and needed to take a nap. Great, right? Well, our boys often cry for a few minutes before sleep (and sleep very well), but apparently letting your baby cry on a plane is not kosher. Everyone kept looking at us to see what we were doing to stop our babies crying. We tried to shush them, feed them, play games - but each only worked for a short period of time. I tried to rock Baby B in my lap- but they are used to falling asleep in their cribs, not our arms and all he wanted to do was play or flirt with the ladies on the plane. <br />
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While everyone on the plane was friendly and offered advice or tried to entertain the boys- all they needed to do was cry themselves to sleep- which we learned is not allowed. I will admit- I was one of those people staring at the parents of a crying baby on the plane and I guess not I get my dues.VegasCribshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158686283864807699noreply@blogger.com0