The Force

I honestly don't know anyone more obsessed with Star Wars than Evan and Owen. Collaboratively, they know every ship, and who drives which one, who carries the red sword or the purple one, who dies in which episode and who works for whom.

And, of course, it's cool that Luke and Lea are twins.

For Halloween this year, they wanted to be Han Solo and Anakin Skywalker, which wasn't the perfect matching, seeing as how they lived in separate episodes. Which, of course the twins know.

But, Grammi made it happen, with another year of Halloween costume perfection.

Read All About It

The Amarillo Area Mothers of Multiples Club made the paper today, and it turned out really cute. The article was in celebration of the club's 40th anniversary.

We're always looking for ways to reach out to our community and let everyone know about our awesome club. I know I can't survive without them!

Learn more about AAMOM on their website.

Almost 4

It's the countdown to the big 4-year-old birthday party at the Donut Stop.

Wishlist? Star Wars and more Star Wars.

New Friend

The world's friendliest stray kitty came to be our buddy over the weekend. Now he/she and Baby Kitty meet us with smiles every morning for breakfast.

So, meet Snow. We love him/her. And he/she isn't shy with kisses and hugs.

Let's hope he/she sticks around a long, long time!

Editor's note: I was in no way involved in Evan's outfit choice during this photo op.

Get on the Bus!

Since our July trip to KC, we've been the proud users of a sweet RV! The twins call it "Grandpa's Bus," which is fine by us.

Not only did it make the 10-hour drive home from KC much more comfortable, it's also been a great weekend reprise. We've taken it literally down the street to a couple of RV parks (Lame? We don't think so!); to Palo Duro Canyon; and most recently to Eagle Nest, New Mexico. And we plan to do lots more RVing as long as the kids continue to enjoy it.

Plus, Baron comes with us and has his very own couch to sleep on.

In my opinion, it doesn't get much better than hamburgers, campfires, Hungry Hungry Hippos and "roughing it" in an RV with all the amenities a person could dream of out in the wilderness. (Hot showers, microwave, comfy beds, TV...)

We Miss our Kitty

Amarillo experienced a HUGE snowstorm/blizzard Friday, March 29... and that's the last time we saw Black Kitty.

Black Kitty has been with us for three years now. She adopted us around the time we brought Baron home. They were BEST friends - played, ate, slept together. Once we realized she was sticking around, we had her spayed. That's another story in itself, as the non-english-speaking-but-cheaply-priced vet down the street LOST her for two days. She finally came out of the supply closet because she was hungry. Poor baby. We've grown to love Black Kitty, even though she grew to slowly not love Baron. She took over our front porch, and it's become the nicest morning ritual to feed the kitties before school. The kids love it. And they each had a kitty to feed - they'd take turns between Black Kitty and Baby Kitty. Yes, E and O picked out the names.

But, Black Kitty doesn't come around any more, and I shudder to think what might have happened to her in that awful snowstorm. I try to keep hope alive, but it's been almost two weeks. I like to think someone took her inside and loved her too much to let her go. Maybe she'll make her way back to us. Maybe not. Baby Kitty misses her buddy, and it makes me sad. Black Kitty stuck up for Baby Kitty and was probably the only reason Baby Kitty hasn't gotten knocked up. (That's on our to-do list - take another stray cat to the vet for our civic spaying duty. Watch out, Bob Barker!)

I told the twins that Black Kitty moved to a new neighborhood, and I can't believe how easily they accepted it. But I haven't. Didn't realize how attached I'd gotten. Maybe she'll come back.

Duty Calls

I'm going to go ahead and admit this: I've always wanted to serve on a jury. I've been summoned dozens of times since I've lived in Amarillo, but I either had a work trip or I called the automated message the night before to find I no longer had to report for duty. While others felt relief, I felt disappointment! Not because I wanted to get out of work or skip the gym that day - but because I've always been curious about the process and whether or not the movies depict it correctly.

Low and behold, I was summoned again for Monday, March 16. And it didn't get canceled! And, after a long, long wait in the jury room, I was picked to be one of the 12 members on the jury of a civil case. And I didn't even try to do anything tricky to get picked. It just happened. Actually, I know why I was picked. I'm the most indecisive person on the face of the Earth. I'm probably the best person in the world to serve on a jury. If it was a full-time job, I'd be the executive vice president of jury duty participation. But, I don't know how the lawyers knew that, other than the fact that I never raised my hand to declare a strong predisposition to one thing or another that they asked about during the selection process.

The trial lasted two days. My fellow jurors were awesome. We probably had more fun locked away in that tiny jury room than most panels. The lead attorneys on both sides were brand-spankin new, so it was fun to watch newbies in action. There were some major A-ha! moments, just like the movies; the judge scolded the lawyers from time to time; the court reporter sat brazen-faced; the defendants gave us droopy dog looks hoping we'd feel sorry for them; the guards escorted us to the parking lot; the plaintiff threw a temper on the stand; one guy was illiterate and the opposition kept trying to make him read a piece of evidence. It was exciting, it was a great experience, and I feel great pride for having performed my civic duty and allowed justice to prevail. The jury voted unanimously, which was a really cool feeling.

I can only hope I'll get picked again some day. Too bad I can't even give it another shot for six months. Rules are rules.

Julie's Closed

Kids are so savvy.

I think all parents have used the old "Sorry, honey, it's closed" trick when we're too tired or just don't have time to take the kids to the park, the zoo, the toy store, etc., etc.

In fact, I used it just the other morning when the kids wanted to go to church instead of school. "Sorry, kids, church is closed!"

Their comeback left me speechless.

"No, we're going to church. Julie's closed."

Julie is their teacher. How clever.

Where Did You Come From, Young Adult?

The last several weeks have been a trip. Nate and I have slowly been introduced to the realities of complete-sentence speaking because of Ella, the twins' adorable older cousin. Just the other day, Ella rode with me in the car, and I swear I was talking to a 20-year-old friend. So grown up and FUNNY!

Even though Ella has conditioned us quite well, we're still shocked when our twins communicate in full, correct sentences. We're talking nouns, verbs, compound adjectives - the whole works!

My favorite memory from the weekend was sitting at the table eating a late breakfast while the kids were playing in the living room. I heard footsteps behind me and heard Owen say, "What are you doing, Mommy? Eating cereal?" So clear, so grown up. Melted my heart. No more Reynolds babies!

And Nate and I can't remember the last time we changed a poopy diaper for Owen. Halelujah! Evan still has the occasional accident. But that's a small price to pay. At least he tells us about it. In complete sentences!

Free Stuff? Yes, please!

Found a new great site, Free Birthday Treats. Too bad my family just had all their birthdays. Definitely something to look forward to!