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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.
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.
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.
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.

Raspberry mustaches

We 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.
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.

Are 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.

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.

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. 

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.

At least it wasn't me first

We 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.

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.

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.

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!

How did we get here?

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.

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.

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?

I know I am not old enough to have collected all of this!

Was 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.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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!

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.