A Sheepish Hello

Hi.

I just wanted to give you a little shock today when you looked at your blog feed

also

I'm feeling obligated.

I need to write more on this Blog.

It's family journal and a way that our families in the Mother Land can see what we are doing.

I'm not promising anything, just so you know.

You will also notice that I changed the look of our blog.

The chevron pattern was making me dizzy.

Oh

and it's hotter than Hell in Seattle today.

90 degrees.

Zip your lips AZ, UT and wherever else people.

Seattleites don't have a little thing we like to call AC.

That's what you get for living by the water.

Happy Birthday Little Bugs!!

i know what you're thinking and yes, it is a special occasion and that is why i am blogging.

it's kind of weird to think that the boys came into our lives a year ago.

         their first year has come and gone so fast, but at the same time it feels like they have always been with us.  i always knew that they were special and that they needed to be here.  from the very beginning they were fighters.  at 9 weeks when i thought i was having a miscarriage and TJ and i sat in the ER, there was a calm that came over the both of us.  we felt at peace and we didn't really know why.  well, come to find out that not only were we not having a miscarriage, but we were having twins!
     
               the day i was placed on bed rest at 26 weeks, TJ and i were supposed to jump on a plane to go on a disneyland vacation with my family.  i had made an appointment to see my doctor and get an ultrasound that day, when really i should have seen him when we got back from the trip.  now we know why i felt like i should and it's because i probably would have gone into preterm labor in california and would have lost the boys.

             when i think back to the day when the boys were born, i don't feel fear.  i know it sounds weird because anyone having twins at 30 weeks should be terrified, but TJ and i weren't fearful that day.  a little worried?  yes, but fearful?  no.  i know we were being comforted.

            throughout the two months that the boys were in the NICU there were many ups and downs, but they were so strong and determined and we were blessed beyond measure.  our nurses and doctors became very close friends and were always there to offer wisdom and a shoulder to cry on.

           we are eternally grateful for our boys and for their health and strength, but we know that our story isn't always common.  the boys were surrounded by very sick babies while in the hospital and we saw the heartache that some parents persevered through.

         because of this experience that our little family went though, we wanted to find a way to help other families have a similar outcome.  two days after William and Winston's birthday, may 5th (cinco de mayo!), we will be in Salt Lake walking in the March of Dime's March for Babies.  through this walk we will be raising money to help further research to help find answers to the problems that threaten premature babies.

       listen, we understand that it seems like there is always a cause or a reason to donate money.  we get it.  we just wanted to put this out there in case you were close to someone who has gone through this or have had a premature baby yourself.

    to donate, please go to our March for Babies Team page by clicking here.  even better?  just come walk with us that morning!  we don't get to see everyone now that we are living up in sunny seattle and we would love to to see you all!
     anyway, if you have made it this far, give yourselves a big pat on the back and know that we love you.

oh and one more thing

how can you say no to these sweet babies?

ok.  i'm done.

     

flock of seagulls

merry christmas from the davis family!

and i know, we are all thinking it...

Source: 80s-fashion-fancy-dress.com via Alexandria on Pinterest

i didn't realize it until we got them printed out.

at least i love the 80's!

hope everyone has fun this holiday season!

oh yesterday...

i fell off the wagon.
and then it turned around and ran over me a few times.

a little background:
    when tj and i moved here and looked in the mirror, we were a little shocked as to what we saw.  after pregnancy, bed rest, the stress of the boys in the nicu, and moving we had acquired a little more wight than we had realized.  we knew we needed a change and not only with our weight but our relationship with food.  so we changed everything in our diet and the weight started coming off and we have never felt better.

fast forward to yesterday:
     i had a large final in anthropology last night, two bored screaming babies, a wreck of a house, a primary meeting, and i was exhausted.  i felt the urge creep up inside and once it started i couldn't stop it.  i went to the cupboard, found some old cake mix and whipped up some cake mix cookie batter and ate half of it.

Source: undressedskeleton.tumblr.com via Sarah on Pinterest

it wasn't that pretty.

i ended up being sick for the rest of the day, but my final?  Nailed it!!  

bring on my birthday and christmas!  best week of the year.

for all you crafty ladies out there

Source: handmaderyangosling.tumblr.com via Alex on Pinterest

i'm so good at blogging, i'm thinking about going professional

      after many of my readers told me they missed my entries, i thought i would finally grace you all with my internet presence.  by many readers i mean my friend elise and by entries i mean the one every six months that i churn out and seriously, what would i blog about?  my gourmet dinner i ordered from pizza hut?   how about the cute onsies that i pay my friend brooklyn to make?  i promise i would take photos of the delivery man and the money exchange between me and brooklyn so that it's easier for you to see how i do it.
     if you couldn't tell, i'm kidding and i love looking at those kinds of blogs.  i live vicariously through those women and i pretend that i'm going to sew myself a new dress tonight, but i never do.  after the boys go to bed i sit on the couch with the teejer and watch whatever we have recorded on the dvr and i honestly feel completely fulfilled doing so.  but you ladies who blog, keep it coming because it's women like me that are obsessed with you.  i even commented on one of those blogs the other day and the chick wrote me back wanting to meet me at starbucks for a drink.  i almost passed out, i was so excited.  i never wrote her back though.  i don't want my image of her to be shattered.  she is perfect in my eyes.
   
    anyway onto what you really want to see.

      THE CUTEST BABIES EVER!!!

       look at those little buddies.  they are 7 months old now and so much fun!
       on a more important note

             we have four stockings now for christmas!
              i looked over at the fireplace the other night and thought "whoa, we have a real family going on here."  and no i didn't make those stockings, picked them up at good ol' pottery barn but i'll let visitors think that i did.
            well, merry christmas and happy birthday to me this month.  i'll sign off with more photos of my favorite little men.

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.