bored

The walls of this house are quickly closing in on us after 2 months of quarantine. The doctor suggested we stay in till May, but with RSV still rampent, we might make it a few weeks longer. That being said, even when we feel comfortable leaving, there is still the issue of having 3 kids under 2 1/2. Uh. crap.

It will surely be a learning experience.

In the meantime, we find ridiculous things to keep us less than bored.

Humor

One of Trey's greatest qualities is his sense of humor. He LOVES to make people laugh and has been telling "jokes" since he was 12 months. I'm hoping he always has this love for the "funny" things in life.

(And yes, he got a little sunburned. Who would have thought the sun would be that strong when it's 55 degrees outside? yikes.)

Chub

Oakley L, Reagan R (Poor Reag has the worst baby acne ever. My poor fair child. Oakley has none. Go figure. Let's hope this does not occur when they're 15)

The girls are still so tiny to me, but they do show all weight gain in their face.

Like mother, like daughter.

Glad I could pass those genes on.

Rough Day at the Office

Bet your husband doesn't come home this dirty.

or happy.

(post-4 wheel wrecking, calf roping, disaster)

A Naked Easter

The easter bunny brings watercolors.
All pop is "MOUNTAIN DEW" and is Trey's treat of choice.

Treyson didn't really get Easter. We tried to teach him about Jesus rising again, but he just got sad when we told him the "Jesus died" part of the story. He spent a good hunk of time looking in the closets for the Easter bunny and throwing the easter eggs we were trying to dye across the room. Easter day was spent attempting a family photo. With two parents in desperete need to lose 20 lbs and get tans, a crying 2 year old and 2 comatose newborns.......things didn't go too well for any of us. We were pleased to find ONE half way decent photo....courtesy of some intense photoshop editing and two aunts who were willing to act like complete goons all in the name of getting Trey to smile.
Following our family photo, Treyson proceeded to strip off his clothes and run as fast as he could around the grandparents house. I'm talking...fast. Like, the fastest I have ever seen a 2 year old run. We have no idea what possessed the child. Perhaps the residual effect from two many disgusting, marshmallow peeps.

Hope your Easter was as wild as ours.

Service

I'm really not one to ask for help. I'm deathly afraid of appearing like a mooch or like I can't handle things on my own. However, our life as of late has required me to accept the help of others. Probably still not as much as I should, but more. After, one of my great friends told me I need to stop being prideful and accept the fact I NEED help, I decided I needed to do so.

I have learned so much through these experiences. Sisters from the Relief Society brought meals daily, and now, nearly 6 weeks later, they are STILL bringing meals. Meals that literally make me feel so much less stress. It's nearly impossible for me to cook still (though I have busted out a few meals....usually burnt). Friends cleaned my TOILETS at the old house when we moved. WHO DOES THAT? Blog friends I have never even met sent sweet notes and gifts. New best friends sent me twin supplies/strollers/bows/dresses. Old friends made endless phone calls and texts when I never answered because I was so swamped and tired. Moms and Mother in Laws who love my kids as much as I do. Words can not express how grateful and humbled I am by the service and generousity of others. It's seriously something I think about often and get choked up over. I've never been the recipient of so much love, and honestly, it has made this process so much more fun/easy/wonderful.

I can send out a thousand thank you notes, but I think the best "Thank you" I can give is promise to pass it on. I now know how much relief a meal can bring to someone who is losing their mind. I know how much a little gift can mean. The thought, and the sharing of the excitement. I am so grateful and so is my little family.

Not Posed

After a REALLY stressful day for all of us,

we couldn't have picked a better ending.

(Okay, the 5 hours of sleep might give the cuteness a run for it's money...)

Not so Lazy Sundays

Sweet Trey had been bawling his eyes out since I made him take a nap. I finally relented and his eyes were so sad and red. Love this pic.

Today, Trevor was saving calves and going to meetings (Can I just complain for a second about the amount of church meetings on Sunday?) so it was just me and all three kiddos. It wasn't a very smooth sailing day. Treyson all of a sudden refuses to nap. Oakley's colic is about to drive me insane. Reagan was even joining the fussing today! So I did what any mom would do, and piled them all into bed together with a little Sesame Street. It worked...for a few minutes anyway.

All Boy

And he's off...

No, my child is not homeless.

I never expected it, but I actually LOVE when Treyson comes home dirty after "working" (aka playing) with dad. Smears of dirt, tousled hair, bits of hay, leftover residue from gas station corn dogs and mountain dew (no, I don't approve of that one.).

He probably has a cooler life than any of us.

And, if you ask him what he wants to drink, he passionately screams "MOUNTAIN DEEEWWWWW".

But he does clean up nicely....

The Good with the Bad

Everyone keeps asking me if I'm tired - if having twins is ridiculously hard. My answer again, is NO! (well. maybe a little tired.) Having a litter of children is very different, but not impossible. I think the biggest challenge for me is accepting the change. I have to let go of running to Target for popcorn and a drink with Treyson (our favorite activity) alone and realize I can't do it with all three (uh. seriously. we don't fit in a cart.). I CAN however, wait till Trevor comes home, force him to go with the promise of snacks, and haul all three around with two carts. It is possible. It's just different.

The worst part? The destruction of my body. I don't consider myself high maintenance (though others might disagree), but I like to feel in control of at least myself - heaven knows I don't have control of anything else. If I feel fat, or in this case, AM fat, I want to change it and I'm willing to work to do so. I just want to fit in my clothes and not look like a 40 yr old mormon mom with clothes that are 3 sizes too small, a muffin top for days and a 3 button polo from Old Navy. YOU KNOW what I'm talking about. I want to puke when people offer the obligatory compliment.."You look great...for having twins". uh...thanks? It doesn't matter what size you are. When you don't feel good in your own skin, it's tough.

When I start to feel down about it, I dress the girls up, or make a new bow...and it seriously makes the world a better place.

We're finding our groove more and more each day. So grateful for the help and support we've received. Still can't believe we're all alive after 5 weeks.

One day, my blogs might even be exciting again. Like, when I leave my house!

For Sale

I ordered this Queen size duvet and shams and then found something I liked better....too late to return. I'm going to sell on Ebay, but wanted to give anyone I know a chance first if you're interested. It's REALLY pretty, and never been used. I paid $140 + tax + shipping. You can have for $110 + cheapest shipping we can find!

Sundays

I love Sundays. Being unable (or rather, choosing not to take the girls out) to get out is sometimes frusterating, yet, I feel like life is really simple right now. We eat, burp, play and sleep. We don't run to Target, or Home Depot, or Costco. We just enjoy our family and our little house.

Making treats w/mom Oakley

Reagan

4 weeks

26 months

The neglect of Treyson.

Reagan Anna.

Oakley June.

Yes, Alive!

The past month has been, honestly, the most insane month of my life. We bought a house. We redid a house. We were the size of a small continent. We birthed two children in 5 minutes. We birthed calves every middle of the night. We deflated, leaving our stomach looking like a 90 year old fat woman's. We had moms and mother in laws living with us. We had meals brought over. We had doctors appointments, and hair appointments resulting in too short, too yellow blonde hair on top of the disgusting body (awesome self esteem boost). We moved. We had sprained wrists, falls down stairs, falls out of the trailor unloading furniture (resulting in reinjured privates....nice), an infestation of mice (anyone recall my curse? IT CONTINUES!), 2 year molars, 104 degree temps, 24 hour work days, and the kicker - the worst colds known to man which memories of RSV still fresh in our heads.... We shed a lot of tears this month, pumped a lot of milk and said a few unkind words. None the less, we're surprisingly happy.

Trevor and I just keep telling ourselves, it will all be over soon! And never again, will we have children during calving season. July baby anyone?

It's funny. I think Heavenly Father uses reverse psychology with me. If things are REALLY hard right off the bat, than everything else seems easy! That is, assuming I don't go Marie Osmond on everyone and leave my children for the coast of Cali. No worries. This will not occur.

I really feel like the past month has brought our family so much closer. Well, except TReyson and I...he still hates me. Trevor and I don't sleep - he's calving heifers, I'm milking for two (whole other post...), but when we do see each other, we can't help but laugh. IS THIS OUR LIFE? When did we get so fat? Ugly? When did we trade in our Sevens for walmart sweat pants and poop encrusted Cinches (If u don't know what those are, you are not cool)? When did we become parents of 3? I'm sorry, are we 26 or 45???

Oh, how we love our kids. This is a positive. A parent should really probably love their children. Being a parent of newborn twins and a 2 year old is insane. It's nonstop, high stress, high blood pressure, exhaustion; but, like all parenting, it's also a whole lot of love. I'm sure my children (esp. Treyson) will probably be psychologically damaged from the experiences, but I hope they look back when they have their own kids and wonder HOW we did it? I think about my own mom having 3 under 3 and now understand all her present mental handicapps. (Kidding mom.)

I remember once hearing a first time mother of twins boob about how hard it was and how moms of one or two babies didn't understand, but I disagree. Take your most stressful moment. Multiply by two. You get it. Now take those precious, wonderful moments, and multiply by two (3). I get that too! It's great!

To be honest, these girls are really good babies. Trevor and I breed well. They are a little more high maintenance than Treyson (aka easiest baby ever), but they are female. They are excellent sleepers. Sure we have our bad nights, but I just revert to Helaman Halls and remember I CAN pull all nighters!

UPDATES ON THE KIDS:

Treyson: Finding time for Treyson alone time is difficult for me. Luckily, I have Trevor who can take him to work sometimes and extended family to focus on them. I don't think he's too deprived and one day he will forgive me. We're working on getting back to a normal schedule and normal "rules". Grandmas ruin everything! :) He loves his "sissies" and after being on quarantine from them during the bad cold, is showering them with attention. He still refuses to eat. His growth is forever stunted. I'm not kidding. He's little., but so was Trevor and now he's 6'3 so I guess it will all work out. Treyson was rejected from speech therapy a second time. I keep trying...He constantly improves, but really needs help with articulation. Guess I better bust out the books and add "speech therapist" to my resume. His current favorite activity is riding in the "bumpy truck" with his dad and tagging baby calves. Could we seriously have a better life for a little boy? I THINK NOT. Sometimes, I watch Treyson on the video moniter and just cry. I still feel a lot of mom guilt for ending his days of just mom and him. Things are so different, but different is good. Only children have boring lives.

Oakley: Drama. She's going to be spitfire and I knew it from the womb. She beats up her younger (but bigger) sister and constantly causes her to freak out because O is "nursing" her sister's head. She's always wide eyed. Always demanding. Always eating. Very opinionated. She's smart as a whip. Already holding her head up and turning to voices. She doesn't look as alien like anymore as her face is filling out. She's gained almost 2 lbs since birth weight, but is still the tiniest peanut. I like it. She poops only every 4 days and on that 4th day, I can count on throwing whatever outfit she has on away. Trey calls her O. Trevor calls her Oakie. I call her Oaks. We should probably call her drama queen.

Reagan: Pitiful. I don't know how else to describe her. She looks more like Trevor/Treyson and appears to be a lot bigger than O - tho it's only a few ounces. She is sleepier and calmer (most days). She does have worse gas which causes for some long nights, but she's so sad when she cries. Trevor says it's the most pitiful cry he's ever heard. I always feel bad for her. She smiles more than Oakley and is less serious. She loves her binkie and the swing. We call her Reagie Roo. (Honestly. Where do we get these stupid nicknames?)

For those who care about my well being. I'm hanging in there. I sort of hate the newborn stage, but am trying to enjoy it more this go around. If you are looking for me, I'm probably nursing two children and watching my 2 year old destroy my house. I can't move when I'm nursing two like I could with one. I don't ever answer my phone because I can't get to it in time and I am too busy to remember to call people back (but what's new there!?!?). My body is BUTCHERED - which has been hard for me. There's NO WAY it will ever go back to normal without plastic surgery. I already called on it. I'm saving my 4k. I have to eat a ton to make enough milk, but don't have time to make food, much less eat it so maybe I'll lose weight fast.

We are happy. TWINS ARE FUN! They just make a lot of normal things a little more tough. My latest worry is the following...if you can solve my issue, I will send you a prize - that is assuming I ever leave my house again.

I crave diet coke like nobodys business for some reason. BUT, how do I get to the gas station for a fountain drink with crushed ice with Reagan, Oakley and Treyson??? Two baby carriers. Two year old. One blonde. I think my days of DC drinking might be gone. And no, a can is not the same.

This post is long enough. Trey just woke up from his 30 minute nap. Kill me.

XOXOXO