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!

Terrible 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.

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.

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.

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.

12 months- where did it go?

Wow- a year has gone by.

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.

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.

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.

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.