Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Ho Ho Ho


After being vehmently terrified of the whole Santa concept, the twins changed their minds Christmas morning when they got 800 new presents.

Christmas was busy but wonderful. Family, food, cranky napless twins. Doesn't get much better.

Their favorite gifts were probably their cowboy boots and cowboy hats from Grandpa Johnson. They got dinosaurs, cars, an awesome kitchen, games, etc. etc...

Now, a week after Christmas, the twins are singing "Santa Clause is Coming to Town," a previously banned song due to the Santa phobia, in hopes Santa will come again. Hmmm. How do you explain to a 2-year-old that it ain't gonna happen?

Saturday, November 29, 2008

I'm Thankful For...



I'm thankful for the first successful road trip since the kids were born. We went to Grammi and Papa GB's house for Thanksgiving - a 6-plus hour trip - and E and O were darn-near perfect BOTH ways. We were so proud of them and so happy to have a relaxing Thanksgiving weekend away from home. Plus, the trip managed to improve their level of potty-training. We thought it would do the opposite, but Owen is almost completely trustworthy in his big-boy Elmo underwear and rather enjoyed the public restroom adventures.

We went to the Fort Worth zoo - E and O's first REAL look at their favorite animals, since Amarillo's zoo features mostly the barnyard variety of animals. Elephants, zebras, giraffes. They had a blast. The weather was beautiful, and we had the park to ourselves because we were smart enough to go on Thanksgiving day. We had Grammi's big T-giving feast on Friday. Great weekend!

Thursday, November 6, 2008

New President, Changing Times


On November 4, we were glued to the TV as Senator Barack Obama beat out Senator John McCain in the race for the White House. In January, he will become the first black president in U.S. history. He proposes many changes to the country, many of which Nate and I worry about when it comes to the twins' future. Will we be able to afford to send them to the college of their choice?

Of course, the twins weren't one bit interested in the election. They wanted to watch Dancing With The Stars instead. And they don't understand the big deal about a black president. To the young and innocent, color means nothing. E and O play harmoniously with friends of all skin types and economic backgrounds at school. Never in a million years would those kids think twice about befriending someone who didn't look or dress exactly like themselves. When they're older, society will probably teach them to think differently. Sad.

We are hopeful that Obama's term will bring about good things, and we will support our new president as every good U.S. citizen should. It's a basic courtesy too many people did not offer President George W. Bush. Like him or not, we should all respect our president. I want my kids to learn that.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Boo!


October 31st was the twins' first comprehensible Halloween, and BOY, did they love it. Mom made their monkey suits, and we ran up and down the neighborhood until E and O were literally too pooped to party.

I don't know how many people came up to us wanting to take the twins' pictures. Complete strangers! The costumes were really good. Mom should open up a side business. One thing's for certain: We'll never again be content with store-bought costumes. Mom's going to find herself hunkered over the sewing machine every forseeable September.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Night Night, Spank Tight


Bed time has a whole new meaning at the Reynolds house since we implemented BIG BOY BEDS. Of course, we had no choice - Evan and Owen were fully capable of climbing out of their cribs and potentially injuring themselves. But Nate and I long for the days when bed time meant ... well, bed time.

Now, the words "bed time" mean to the twins: "We can bank on at least another 45 minutes of playing in our rooms and acting like monkeys. We can expect Mom and Dad to come in periodically waving their index finger and threatening spankings. Spankings, schmankings. Dad's the only one who can deliver a halfway effective smack. Mom's a push over. And the sting of Dad's spankings wears off quickly, so we can get back to playing in minutes. Maybe we can get in a full hour of rough housing before we fall asleep from sheer exhaustion. NOT because Mom and Dad TOLD us to go to bed."

Gone are the days when bed time meant Nate and I could finally, for a blessed hour and a half or so, sit on the couch and stare at the TV with no one to scold, no one to spank, nothing to clean up, nothing to do but relax.

Sniff. We really miss the old bed time.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Thanks for the Stuff...

...that we don't have room for! Thanks for the tripping, and the toe stubbing and the injuries (stepping on a Lego is NOT fun). Thanks for the loudness, the battery-powered chaos, the tiny pieces, the possessed Elmo book that goes off with delightful music at 2 a.m.

In all seriousness, thanks to everyone for a great birthday for the twins. Grandpa Johnson said it best: "Your Great Grandma Boettcher puts us all to shame!" with her monstrous monetary gift. Thank you, Great Grandma! That kind of gift is always welcome!

For my birthday in October, I think I'll ask everyone for a downpayment on a new, bigger house. With a soundproof toy room.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

A Happy Birthday, Indeed

August 9 turned out to be a GREAT day. A ton of family and friends showed up to celebrate Evan and Owen's second birthday. And spoiled is putting it lightly. They made out like bandits - especially in the cash department. They got ride-on cars, a picnic table, guitars, bubble stuff, Play Doh sets, Lego sets, a train set, Elmo chairs, Elmo books, Elmo blankets, Elmo games... Many people were obviously well aware of the Elmo fascination. Our group was so large we devoured an entire half-sheet cake!

The next day they played with all their new stuff, and I think their favorite thing was the Elmo sprinkler Grammi got them. Or maybe the guitars. Or maybe the Elmo chairs.

They certainly feel like BIG boys now. We're using their 2-year-old status to our advantage. Big boys are much easier to manage than whiny babies. And big boys can put on their own shirts (they really can!) and shoes and throw things in the trash and help feed the dog and cat and share and say "thank you." Pretty darn cool.

And, of course, I can't let an August 9 go by without thinking of Grandpa. He would have been 90 today. And he would have had a BLAST at the party.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

The Latest Buzz

It's so fun to be like daddy!

Our awesome Aunt Jenni usually cuts our hair so we look like little George Clooney heartthrobs... But Daddy was using the clippers and we just had to join in the fun. Now, in the words of Great Aunt Mary, we've got heads of bone!

Unfortunately, this haircut will not make things easy for the people at our birthday party on Saturday. We look a LOT alike right now! Guess who!?!?

A Pair of 2s! What do I Win?


Man, my parents were right. Time does fly. The twins turn 2 on Saturday, and we have a big party planned at Mr. Gattis.

Nate came up with the theme - a "pair of twos."

The postcard reads:
On August 9, deuces are wild.
Be sure to set the date.
The Reynolds twins are turning 2.
Help make their party great.

We were proud of our creativity. You gotta capitalize on the fact you've got something - twins - most people don't have.

It seems like yesterday that they were just learning to sit up without the assistance of a Bumbo. But then things happen to put things into perspective and you realize how far you've come. Josh and Karlee had their second baby Monday, August 4 - a gorgeous baby girl, Halle. Halle weighs a healthy seven pounds... but holding her I couldn't remember ever holding something so small. And to think the twins were only five pounds! Seeing little Halle made me realize we've made it through a lot of milestones. And, to be honest, we might be going through the terrible 2s in the worst way possible, but at least the kiddos sleep through the night and can (finally) tell us what they want/need... I feel for Josh and Karlee - they're starting all over with the HARD stuff! But, as they say, sleep is overrated.

Wish more family could come to the party. Amarillo is too darn far away. But Mom, GB and Dad will be there along with the whole Reynolds clan. I'll take lots of pictures for the Boettchers and Johnsons who can't join the fun and gain weight along with the rest of us at Mr. Gattis. All I have to say is "coconut pizza." Heaven by the slice.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Terrible Twos - Times Two


The Reynolds household is not always a happy place these days. There's a lot of fighting among the soon-to-be-2 members of the family. They fight over toys, clothes, sippy cups, food, who gets to sit by mommy on the couch, who gets to feed the kitty first, who gets to turn off the TV. It's a constant battle. Someone is always crying. Nate and I have adopted a new sense of humor in order to cope.

We thought we'd remedy the situation, at least temporarily, by doing things that separate the twins from each other. For instance, I'll take Evan with me to Wal-Mart while Nate takes Owen to the Chevron to get gas. But, oddly, this doesn't seem to work like it did when they were babies. They used to truly enjoy an hour or two of alone time with mommy or daddy. But now, when we need it to work MOST, it backfires. They spend their entire, precious alone time asking, "Where's brother?" So, in essense, Mommy and Daddy don't get a break.
We giggle because they both call the other twin "Owen," and we're not sure why. Maybe for Owen, "Owen" just comes out easier than "Evan."
They actually pee pee in the potty quite a bit, so we might be on the road to successful potty training. We're not pressuring them at all, mostly because we're too exhausted to mess with running to the bathroom every 30 minutes. We figure we can wait til 30 months (the magic number, according to many parents) before we start hitting it hard. Although the money savings would be delightful right now if we could end the diaper-buying routine.

Monday, May 26, 2008

My Flag Flies for Grandpa


Memorial Day, 2008, and I think of one great soldier who risked much to ensure all of our safety. Even in his last years, his anger toward the Japanese and the Axis powers was very real, as he saw first-hand the evil they were capable of. I only wish I could remember the story word for word, but driving in the car with my grandpa one day, he confided in me the worst day of his life, during the war when his ship docked and he stepped off for an officer's meeting while his crew waited for him onboard. He choked back tears when he told me that soon thereafter, his ship was hit by enemy fire and hundreds of his men perished in an instant. It was evident that he would have much rather given his own life than watch his dutiful men lose theirs.

He carried memories like that with him his entire life. We civilians will never understand the burden our soldiers bear - all for us. I cannot imagine sending my twins off to war, yet I also cannot imagine anything more noble, selfless and American for them to do. I'll let them choose, of course, yet I can only pray they never see the evil of battle like my Grandpa did. And it's days like today that, I hope, most of us garner up at least the tiniest bit of respect and gratefulness for our men and women in uniform.

Grandpa, I proudly fly my flag in the front yard today. It's for you. I'll always remember.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Monkey See, Monkey Do

There is nothing cuter to me than watching Evan and Owen emulate their daddy. From making funny faces in the bathtub to dunking basketballs, their Dad is No. 1!

Unless they want Mommy, that is.

Which is fairly frequently. But the cool thing is that, usually, Owen prefers Daddy and Evan would rather be with Mommy. Nate and I don't argue - it makes life a little easier. But we're REALLY having to watch what we say and do. These little monkeys pick it ALL up, even when we don't think they could be possibly listening. We're pretty sure they've taken to saying the "S" word, and Nate and I are in arguments over who taught it to them. Then again, "shirt" and "sit" sound the exact same as the offending word. So maybe they're still innocent little angels.

Who am I kidding?

Back to the Grind


The Reynolds family is learning to make the very most of our time together since I returned to work in January. As a result of this newfound thinking, I obviously moved this blog to the backburner. But the kids are napping, and it's Mothers Day, so I'm doing this right now for myself.

The main reason? Time goes by so fast and we so easily forget all the cute and funny things that happen as the twins grow up. Just yesterday (it seems), they were stumbling around on four chubby feet and bumbling inaudibly. But today? They're singing almost the entire alphabet pretty darn clearly, pointing out every character in their Sesame Street books and shaking a pointed finger at us as they exclaim "no!"

Nate and I are so thankful for Evan and Owen's daycare, Butterflies and Bullfrogs. Miss Julie and the rest of the crew there are wonderful and have taught the twins so many things. They truly look forward to school every morning and, occasionally, don't want to be picked up! They're turning into such big boys. They can almost put their shirts and shoes on all by themselves, and they can actually eat without covering themselves from head to toe in applesauce and macaroni and cheese. I think they watch the "big kids" and emulate their actions. It's so fun to pick them up and figure out what they learned each day!

My job's good. It's a brand new position, which comes packed with two shoulderloads of pressure and responsibility. But it's nice being back at AQHA. As for Nate, God graciously answered our prayers May 7 as Pantex called (finally!) to offer Nate a job. We are so grateful. Nate starts June 2, and already he's a changed person. Such a weight lifted off of his hard-working soul. We pitty the poor fool who takes his place at Eco-logical. But we must move forward with heads high. This move opens so many doors for him and comes with a few extra thousand bucks to play with.

So, on this - my second Mothers Day as a proud mom - I exclaim that life is good. Being a mother is great. And being a mother of TWINS is truly twice as nice.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

How to Breastfeed Twins

Breastfeeding twins is possible - and you can do it!

Twin breastfeeding pillow.
If you're pregnant with twins, you've got a lot to think about, including how in the world you're going to breastfeed two. Not to mention how in the world you're going to breastfeed twins by yourself, when no one's around to help you.

I'm here to say, been there, done that, earned the medal. Wait, just kidding. It's a thankless job, and there are no rewards other than healthy happy babies.

You can breastfeed twins by yourself, and here's how.