Thursday, September 15, 2011

Nobody likes to get yelled at.

I kind of like it, when its coming from Winston. He doesn't cry. He yells at you. It actually sounds like he is trying to form words. Here is a little example. I brought them into our bed to cuddle with me this morning and when I left the room, sure enough Winston was yelling at me. He gets a little sheepish when he realizes I'm filming. Please notice William displaying his fine thumb sucking skills.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

what's it like having twins?

that's a great question.  it's honestly awesome!
this is happiness my friends    

     while i was pregnant, all i heard was how hard it was going to be and "bless your heart" and  "better you than me".  ya know, that kind of stuff.  i guess i was expecting the worst, so when we brought them home, we were pleasantly surprised. 
     let it be known, our little men are very good boys and that makes it much easier.
     the only thing that kind of bums me out is that i don't feel like i can give them enough one on one time.  i start to feel a little guilty, but what can you do, ya know?
     i think my favorite thing about having twins are peoples' reactions to us.  i feel like santa clause.  we are a stroller full of happiness.  everyone smiles at us and comments on how cute they are.  and when i say everyone, i mean everyone right down to the gangsters with the tear drop tats on their face (i have to admit, i was a little scared).  am i bragging?  yeah.  sorry.  today was fun because a cop stopped us while we were walking into the grocery store and talked to me for a good ten minutes about the boys and when the conversation came to a close he said "you guys just made my day happy".  i guess you could say that taking the boys around town is just my way of giving back.  totally kidding.  kind of.
come on, how can they not make you happy
anyway, it's fun being parents of twins.  never a dull moment and always a baby available to cuddle and love on. 

Monday, September 12, 2011

happy, noisy boys


                    these babies kill me.  i love their fat little faces and their happy smiles.  i never thought i could love anything or anyone this much.  they are my little buddies.  my noisy little buddies.