For Me??

Guess what? I got an award! I'm very excited because back in the day when I used to get those awards I wasn't very organized and also totally crazy and depressed from infertility so I didn't receive them properly. I don't use that as an excuse, I was seriously depressed. But I'm better, so . . . .

I would like to thank Kayee at Nothing in the Oven (even though she now has a little girl in her oven) for nominating me for an award! I am so excited for you and I am glad to get to read about your business after stalking you on BZ. ;)

The rules for accepting this award are:

1. Thank and link back to the person who awarded you the award.
2. Share 7 things about yourself.
3. Award 15 other bloggers.
4. Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award.


1. I have lived in 7 states in the U.S. Where I currently live I will have lived the longest of anywhere starting this July and I have cabin fever big time! I am desperate to add an 8th state.

2. I hate it when people touch me. After much convincing, I got my first pedicure at the age of 20 and now I can sort of like that.

3. I ran a half marathon two (or is three?) years ago in 2 hours and 20 minutes. Before this, I had never run more than 3 miles. I trained for two weeks. Not two months or two years, two weeks. It was awesome!

4. I love science fiction and totally geek out over aliens. My other geek fest comes from Lord of the Rings. I heart Lord of the Rings.

5. I buy lottery tickets and I take it seriously. I deduct all applicable taxes and then meticulously plan where the money would go and what I would do with it. I feel like this is putting it out into the universe that I am serious about winning and it will then happen. That's the trouble with having "The Secret" on your iPod, it convinces you that these things are true. But it's a fun game, you should try it!

6. I desperately wish for a talent. Maybe something musical or artistic. I have no talents though, unless you consider the ability to consistently embarass yourself or find yourself in ridiculously awkward situations a talent.

7. I want a minivan. BAD. I have several friends that call it a Loser Cruiser and I laugh with them, like yeah, only losers would roll in a minivan but I secretly dream of my long, large, sleek minivan. I dream of it being stuffed full of stuff. The twins would love a minivan. I think even I would look cool in one. I can just see myself lookin' good, rolling through town, maybe even throwing up gang signs (I'm not in a gang, I would be the worst gang member ever, peer pressure doesn't really do anything for me) because I could make a minivan look like awesome. But I'm poor and I drive a Corolla . . . . .

1. Life By The Day - One of the first blogs I ever followed!
2. Baby K Found His Way
3. Just The Dark Before The Morning
4. Dreams Do Come True
5. Stealing Baby Kisses
6. 2 B's In a Pod
7. My Vegas
8. Little Looman Log
9. The Adventures of Alpha and Omega
10. Hubby, Baby and Me, Our Family of Three

I'm going to stop at ten because I'm super tired and ready for bed. Sorry!!! I love way more than 15 blogs. I'm a HUGE blog addict, I can never get enough.

Lori - The black background on the pictures is a black blanket!

I love bath night!

Oshy Butt

So What Wednesday

- So what if I look 20 years older in my new passport photo than I did in my passport photo taken four years ago? It's been a long and crazy four years. I wonder what my passport photo will look like in 10 years when it expires. I think I will look younger than now, because I will probably get botox by then if I already look this bad. Sheesh.

- So what if I cheated a little bit on my diet this weekend? I got Girl Scout cookies!!! Yummy!

- So what if yet ANOTHER celeb is pregnant? What is in the Hollywood water? There have been 22 announcements for this year not to mention Nicole Kidman just had a baby via surrogate. All of them but three are also in their 30's and 40's. Whatever vitamins they are taking I need some!

- So what if my Oshy boo can crawl all the way up our steep stairs? I know I should discourage it, but it is so cute watching him motor his way up the stairs. Peanut watched him do it and even though she has never even attempted it, she crawled up two stairs just to chase after him. So adorable!

- So what if I am wearing jeans from Forever 21? Forever 21 even tried to discourage me from shopping there by writing "Model is 5'10" and 105 pounds" underneath the picture of the jeans I wanted. So what if I am 5'4" and one hundred and **cough** **cough** pounds? I think I look good. I probably lost a pound just buying the jeans because finding a size 31 pant in that store is like finding a needle in a haystack. I also bought the "high waisted" pant, you know, for the dangler. I can't believe they even had a high waisted pant there!

- So what if my eyes fill up with tears over little things the monkeys do? Last night Oshy wouldn't go to sleep so I put him in the bed with me and sang him songs. He just stared into my eyes until he drifted off and I loved it. Today he gave my mom a kiss on the lips and she cried because she was so happy so either a) I inherited this silly trait or b) it's normal!

- So what if I laugh when Peanut toots on hubby while she is bare butt getting a diaper change? I'm not mature and I love to watch hubby squirm!

Okay, this is a warning. You are about to witness extreme cuteness.

Prepare yourself ................................................................................................

NINE MONTH PICTURES!!

This is all we got of Oshy because he was so not interested in cooperating. They were both in different directions the whole time!

I took the pictures AND I made the tutu myself. Yep, I'm a regular ole' Martha Stewart these days! (without cooking of course)

Nine Months On, Nine Months Off?

This silly little myth is a thorn in my side.

You know what they all say, and even I said to my post-preggo friends to make them feel better even though I had no idea what I was saying, is that it took nine months to gain it all so give yourself nine months to get it off.

I wish.

Here is what happened: I had the babies and I lost 26 of the 36 pounds I gained before I even left the hospital so I thought, woo hoo, this is going to be easy as can be. Next I was breastfeeding, which made me burn calories and I also couldn't eat anything because I was physically ill so I was looking really good. I also was at home for maternity leave so I did not feel guilty when hubby came home to get in an hour of a workout. So I was even less than what I weighed at my first OB appointment.

I went back to work. This was where it all went downhill. I was too tired and guilty at the end of the workday to workout anymore. I wanted to spend time with the babies and the stress of being up with babies who didn't sleep well all night followed by working with children all day and having to accomplish things made me flat out exhausted. The idea of working out was not appealing in any way. I also had time to eat. When I was at home, I was just focused on them, but now I could eat food and I ate a LOT of food. I had gestational diabetes and was on a diet while pregnant and was so ill after the birth with stomach issues that I certainly took advantage of being able to eat again.

I then gained TEN pounds back after returning to work. TEN. Yes, ten. That's a lot.

After seeing myself in holiday pictures, I was super depressed about my looks. I have to face the fact that my stomach will not be the same, it held two human beings and I have extra skin and stretch marks that will be there forever. Period. But the rest of my body is another story.

Hubby started a diet and tracking his eating habits on LiveStrong.com. Hubby has lost over 15 pounds since January 1st. I started on LiveStrong.com too and I love it! I don't know what it is about tracking my food, but having to be accountable for what I eat makes me paranoid of eating a box of Little Debbie Oatmeal Pies for an afternoon snack, so I don't. I eat a protein shake for breakfast, salad for lunch, and whateva for dinner. For snacks I like grapes, bananas, Special K protein snack bars, YoPlus yogurt and Babybel cheese. I still sneak in dessert by way of sugar free pudding cups, sugar free candy, bananas dipped in Nutella, dark chocolate covered pomegranate and 100 calorie dessert packs. Of course I cheat every now and then, but I'm good for the most part. I only drink water, not even Diet Coke!

I am also training for a half marathon in April. Even if I walk half of it, I don't care, as long as I finish. I have had a few roadblocks as far as scheduling is concerned. There are only 24 hours in a day and I work 9 (with commute), need my baby time and also sleep is a nice thing. The other issue is that during my pregnancy my pubic bone separated and after a 3 mile run I can barely walk for about a day with the pain, so it obviously did not go back together. I am getting some therapy at my chiropractic office for the pubic bone so hopefully that will heal up ASAP. A jogging stroller is on my wish list to be purchased sometime next month and then I can get the combo of getting in a workout and also doing something with my monkeys!

In the last two weeks I have lost about 5 pounds while only starving for the first few days. Working out has felt really nice (I watch my Housewives and the Bachelor and it gets me through). I would like to lose 15 more pounds. When I reach my goal, I may even post a picture for you. Maybe.

It's been nine months and it is not all off. But that's okay. I feel better now and ready to do it so hopefully this time is will be a success!

My little munchkins, desperate for outside time!

9 Months

The monkey's are going to be nine months old tomorrow. I can't believe it. They had their well baby visit today and then we scheduled their next appointment, which will be ONE YEAR. Holy crap.

Ocean

Weight: 20 lbs 5 oz (48th percentile)

Height: 30 inches (94th percentile)

Milestones: Clapping, crawling, babbling, pulling up on things, coasting against furniture, and four new teeth.

Eating: Formula, baby foods (Earth's Best Organics are our favorite currently) and trying table foods! He likes lasagna, hamburger, chicken, pizza, french fries, pears, and cheese.

Ever

Weight: 17 lbs 6 ozs (21st percentile)

Height: 27.5 inches (52nd percentile)

Milestones: crawling, waving, babbling, clapping, and getting food into her mouth.

Eating: Formula, baby food, and table foods like cheese, pears, french fries, pizza, chicken, and snow (I know that's not a food, but she loves to eat it).

No shots today, thank Jesus. Ever got diagnosed as "big trouble." I already knew that. She is just a sassy little lady. Ocean needs his third round of antibiotics, yes I said third, because he is a little snot bucket. We are on asthma watch for him, especially since I have it and he is predisposed. Ever has only needed one round of antibiotics so far.

I can't tell you the relief that I feel when we leave the doctor and they get a clean bill of health. I know healthy babies are the norm, but with the joy of Google and blog reading, it sometimes seems like healthy babies are the exception. Well Baby visits ease my new mom fears so much and I leave so happy knowing my babies are healthy! I remember being worried about all the things that could happen every day of my pregnancy, so making it to each stage without those things happening makes me feel so lucky.

So What Wednesday

So what if I take my babies out with food all over their faces just so I don't have to hear them scream? Ever can scream LOUD. People come up like, ooh, look at that cute little Peanut and then they see her white trash food face and give me the stink eye. If only I had a dollar . . . .

So what if I cried a little tear in public while shopping because I have to buy Oshy's clothes in the toddler section? How would you feel if you spent years getting knocked up and then BAM your little baby is a big boy? It's sad okay. Crying in public is sad too, but not as sad as shopping in the toddler section, although the selection is much better and my boy just got his first KU Jayhawk t-shirt. Rock Chalk Jayhawk!

So what if I live in the ghetto? Do you remember Jeff Foxworthy and the whole "you might be a redneck" business? Hubby and I play "you might live in the ghetto if . . . ." We found a new one and it is "you might live in the ghetto if a store opens up down the street from you called Phones and Smokes." Yeah, I live down the street from "Phones and Smokes."G-H-E-T-T-O

So what if I look like a total nerd wearing super high heels? Hubby and I went to a yummy and delicious fancy shmancy restaurant on Saturday night and I bought a new pair of high heels for the occasion. I could hardly walk, but I did feel cool. Nerdy cool.

So what if I am going to look 10 weeks preggo for life? I think I have done 9 million sit ups since I gave birth and the dangler is still pudgy, but I sure got two sweet bits of baby perfection out of it!

So what if another celebrity is pregnant? I swear, there were at least two celeb pregnancy announcements on People.com last week a day.

So what if Madison on the Bachelor is super hot? She wears fangs for fun. That can't be considered mentally stable. Although it's obvious Melissa is the resident nut job this season.

So what if I have the bad kid in class? We went to our first Gymboree class and all the little babies sat so sweet in their mom/dad/grandma's lap. All except one. Peanut. She crawled out to the middle and flapped her arms around while everyone laughed at her. Everytime I tried to bring her back she threw a tantrum. Oshy was a sweet little boy paying attention and enjoying. In the end, I ended up just letting Peanut crawl away and do her own thing. I think she may be giving me a run for my money . . . .

The babes are experimenting with some new faces.

This is Oshy's mad face. It's definitely a change from his always smiley face. It gets a whole lot dirtier, but this is the best I could do.

This is Peanut's Elvis smile. It makes me laugh too.

The Dog Days Are Over

Don't you just love that song? Peanut loves the video to this song, watch it here.

Anywho, I was listening to it for the millionth time and thinking that it is lining up with how I feel right now. The whole experience that we had getting to parenthood and going through treatments and then being pregnant on top of newborns being SO much harder than I thought has been a rollercoaster.

Thinking back on the times that we poured over our finances to see how we could afford all of this, the highs of building up to a treatment with all of our hopes followed by the devastating blows of failure, trying to fit in multiple trips a week to the fertility doctor to have strangers in my cookie while working full time and also fitting in trips (also sometimes several times a week) to the therapist to figure out how I was going to make it, just makes my stomach hurt. It was such a hard time. Now, when I look at my monkeys, it doesn't seem as hard. It seems like something I just had to do. Before, when I read of someone doing 3, 4, 5 IVF's I wondered how they could do that. I understand when I hold my babies that I would have done it 5 times also to get them (although I would be missing precious organs that I would have had to sell on Ebay to fund it). The pain is fading. Pregnancy announcements now rarely bother me, and if they do, it is just a little pang of jealousy and it goes away.

After finding out we were pregnant, I was excited but plagued by fear that something awful would happen. I was trying to enjoy myself but protect my heart because I wasn't sure if it could afford more damage. I typed up a sign and taped it next to my bed that said "this is a healthy pregnancy, i will have a healthy baby(ies), everything will be okay" so that I could read it when times got rough.

The other part of being pregnant and then a new parent is that I just wasn't sure how to act. I am an incredibly lucky individual to have many people in my life who were sympathetic to what we were going through. Even if they just didn't bring it up, there were only a handful of times that we experienced insensitivity from people we knew. Still, the other infertiles who were there for me while going through this were so priceless. It hurt me to have gone through cycles with others while we cheered each other on and have to essentially leave some behind, because let's face it, they don't want to hear about this after a failure. Moving from one place, a place that I though I might never get to, from one that was so important to me was just bizarre.

Being a newborn mom was so hard. I did not know what I was doing and it was brutally exhausting. After going through infertility I wasn't sure if I was allowed to admit that it was so hard and that I spent my nights crying and feeling like a failure even though I attained what I worked so hard for and others were still working for. Strangers would come up to us and tell us how beautiful the babies are and I would sometimes stare blankly because I wasn't sure if they were talking to me. Years spent crying for babies suddenly being replaced by being overwhelmed with two babies just made me feel out of place. Is this really my life now?

Time has passed so quickly and starting a few months ago, I feel as if my dog days are over. I'm happy. Overjoyed sometimes, really, more joy than a person can handle (I know what that word means now). I love my relationship with my babies and my family. I have become one of those people that literally think everything they do is precious. I am always happy to see them.

Beyond how beautiful our relationship has become and how amazed I am with my children, my life as a whole has changed. Instead of avoiding places, I talk to strangers. I frequently wear the babies, so other baby-wearing moms always come up and talk about it. I know they are talking to me now, not someone else living the life I wanted to, but me. I had a conversation with someone the other day when they asked me if I would have anymore. I said no, and it was painless. I could say without any hesitation or sadness to this person that I am so glad I got to be pregnant because I didn't think I would get to, but I am fulfilled now. It's so different from what I lived for several years at a time and I am incredibly thankful to be here now.

Happiness hit her like a train on a track Coming towards her stuck still no turning back She hid around corners and she hid under beds She killed it with kisses and from it she fled With every bubble she sank with a drink And washed it away down the kitchen sink. The dog days are over The dog days are done The horses are comin' so you better run

Mom View

When I am on the computer, I can hear them coming down the hall. I peek my head out and say "I see you" and they come motoring down the hallway even faster

Suze Orman Depresses Me

Unless you are currently living under a rock, you know that Nadya Suleman, Octomom, was on Oprah today getting reamed by Suze Orman, a financial guru, about her life. Who could miss it? We've all been waiting for her to get a good reaming by someone face to face and we all know she is obvioulsy not smart with finances.

But I didn't like it.

I know she needs it, she needs lots of things, but I felt a little uncomfortable.

Suze told her that she must be a baby addict and also told her not worry about what everyone thinks about her because everyone already hates her. Ouch.

She began talking about her finances before the octuplets and that she couldn't afford the six that she had, so what on earth was she thinking even trying to get more.

Yeah, duh, what the hell was she thinking?

Then Suze Orman looked into the crowd and said that we should all not be judging her because there are thousands just like her. Even if you just have one and you are just barely affording it and you just think to yourself I will just have two, or three and I don't have 8 months of expenses saved, plus retirement, plus living debt free, plus able to live comfortably with how ever many children you decide to have then you are no better than Octomom, says Suze Orman.

I don't live debt free with 8 months of expenses saved (I do have retirement though, yay for me). So I felt like a poor asshole.

I also could probably best afford one child with childcare and all this savings I should have and all the little things that add up when you have a baby in the house, but I have two children. I have two children because I transferred (planted, as Oprah said) two embryos instead of one to give myself the best chances of success. So I felt like a selfish asshole.

Could it be true? Is Suze Orman right? Based on these facts, am I no better than Octomom, the most hated mama around? Surely Suze Orman cannot be correct in this statement. We have all spent years judging all of Octomoms mistakes, how could I be anything like that?

Then she asked Octomom the question that everyone wonders "did you make a mistake?"

She was careful to say that this doesn't mean you don't love them dearly, but if you could go back in time, would you do the same thing?

I know the answer everyone wants to hear, that it was a huge mistake and she never should have done this.

But I just didn't want her to say it.

I am well past those days and now I am enjoying motherhood, not just loving it, but enjoying it. I just didn't want her to say it because I thought of those very hard first weeks, around three weeks I believe, when I spent night after night crying because I did not have enough hands, time or patience to care for two babies at once. Why did I do this? I felt like I wasn't mother material because why was this just so dang hard? I looked at my innocent little bundles and couldn't belive what I had done to all of us. I just wasn't enough and it felt like shit. I cannot imagine how Octomom feels with EIGHT little bundles staring at her for help, PLUS six others.

I found out it is so worth it, beyond worth it, and I KNOW that one set of twins is entirely different than 14 kids, including two sets of multiples and a child with autism and being single with no normal way of earning income, but I wanted Octomom, even though it makes no sense whatsoever, to say it is hard and tough but it was completely worth it. The show was going while I was playing on the floor with my two awesome monkeys. We were singing songs and playing toys and they were looking up at me with their big beautiful brown eyes and I was thinking that I am the luckiest person on earth and surely Octomom felt that way times 14.

She said if she knew what she knows now, she would not have done it. I knew it was coming, but I did want to hear that everything was finally working out. Suze Orman set her straight and all was well. Happily. ever. after.

I came to two conclusions by the end of the show:

1. Octomom is batshit crazy (there were a few really weird moments of self diagnosis, freak outs, and nervous laughter).

2. I feel bad for her. On top of feeling bad for her, I want her to succeed. I just want her to, I don't know why. For the kids maybe? As I'm looking at my small house covered in toys and laundry and thinking of my own measly bills, I can't imagine how she is doing it with 14 mouths to feed and care for. Therefore, I shouldn't judge.

I know, pinch yourself, I just said that for realz.

My two little mouths that I feed in my house. They LOVE to eat! They now eat more table foods, even though Peanut is toothless (and hairless, I might add). I'm trying to start feeding them different types of things because in a few short months they should be completely on table foods, which I can't imagine, mostly because I will be forced to start cooking again.

It's Kind of a Big Deal

The one year old birthday is upon us and it's kind of a big deal.

I have been in the works with the place I want to have their party. It's a nature center. It's perfect! They are only one so we don't need anything crazy, so a nature center for two babies born on Earth Day is just fitting. Two nature babies, one with a nature name, both born on Earth Day at a nature center? DUH! It just makes sense.

I received an email yesterday that the place in question might be having an art fair on the day we want to rent the room and will know for sure in one or two weeks.

OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hubby said no worries, we can do it the weekend after or the weekend before. It shouldn't be devastating, but it is because this is HUGE. The babies will be one. It has gone by so fast I can't even really believe it. This is a big deal, really big. The one year anniversary of seeing two healthy slimy babies peeking over a big blue curtain as they were escaping my tummy and everything in between until we made it a whole year together.

BIG. DEAL. Way bigger than a stinky art fair.

I have been hard at work looking at party supplies, cupcake towers, making a menu, invitations, designing their special one year old coloring book with their names in it, trying to find the perfect outfits, etc. etc. etc. and the place and date were the one thing I thought I knew.

Sigh . . . . .

Cross your fingers that in one or two weeks I get the good news that all will continue as planned or I can put on my big girl panties and pick a different date or find an equally as perfect place. If I have to pick a different date (boo hiss), what would you vote, the weekend before or the weekend after their birthday?? I need yo opinions people!

Peanut and Mommy kisses

Oshy has three teeth now and he loves to show them off!

So What Wednesday

I totally ripped this off from Ashley, who has the best name in the world.

- So what if I can't so WTF Wednesday/Fridays anymore because thought processing from start to finish isn't really my strong suit lately?

- So what if I change peanut's diaper in public but she is crying and squirming and the changing table gives me the creeps so I don't wash my hands and spread Peanut pee germs all throughout the mall?

- So what if my dangler is so dangly that when I stuffed my iPod into my pants to adjust my ponytail it dangled on over and changed the song I was listening to (that's not a lie, seriously, WTF?).

- So what if I think Brad on the Bachelor is weird for thinking he needs years of therapy just because he didn't find "love" on his first season and pissed off thousands of women who need to get a grip? No one really finds love on the Bachelor, it's just fun to watch people embarass themselves.

- Furthermore, so what if I wish Brad would just stop whining and take off his shirt? Yeah baby!

- So what if I am supposed to be on a diet but I continue to eat cookies? Cookies are so good. I secretly want to kick hubby because he started dieting on January 1st, and now he is 15 POUNDS LIGHTER and it is only January 12th.

-So what if I just got done googling chastity belts like the one on Robin Hood Men in Tights to buy for Peanut after watching tonight's first episode of Teen Mom 2? No thank you! Definitely better safe than sorry. I'm not too worried about Oshy, I'm confident I can scare all his potential baby mama's away before that happens (hehe).


- So what if I am about to melt your cold winter hearts with the sweetest pictures of the monkeys outside in their very first ever snow:

Twins Everywhere

Tonight we took the monkeys to the mall because none of my clothes fit and we are going out for a nice dinner next weekend and I don't want to look like a shlumpa. The monkeys LOVE going places and seeing things. Peanut likes to touch everything and we have to keep our eye on her because I think she might have sticky fingers, if you know what I mean.

I swear we saw about 4 other sets of twins out tonight. None as cute as ours of course, but it seemed like there were quite a few. Someone passing by said something like "does it seem like there are lots of twins?" And we all know that whenever twins go out someone has to say "my so and so has twins, blah, blah, blah, blah twins twins twins." I am always nice because little babies being adored is not what I consider a problem in life, but I always think to myself "of course you know someone with twins, who doesn't?"

I never ask someone how they got their twins because 1. it's rude and 2. I just assume they are from some type of fertility treatment, or are at least highly likely to be that, especially if they are not identical. Odd are that I'm right, too! Here are some interesting facts for you:

1 in 32 live births are twins. That's a lot. It used to be 1 in 89 until loads of people had to do fertility treatments.

33% of those twins are from IVF and another 33% are from other types of fertility drugs (IUI's and Clomid). 66% are from fertility treatments of some type, which leaves only 34% being random acts of twinies.

Therefore, if you are a stranger and you are wondering if someone did fertility treatments for their twins and you don't want to be rude or weird and ask that, you can just guess that yes, in fact, they probably did. If you live in Massachusetts, Connecticut or New Jersey you really don't have to say anything because those are the places in the good ole USA that have the most and twins are cooler in New Mexico because they have the least. Also, there isn't some type of conspiracy about reproducing multiple children and twins being everywhere (which some people find creepy), it's just fertility treatments. Get over it.

You're welcome for those facts. Maybe you can use them at a cocktail party or to be mean to someone who makes you grouchy or just for your personal enjoyment because I personally love to learn random facts and share them with others, just like I am doing now. Praise the Lord for Google.

Here are my twins, fighting with each other. They can have a whole room full of toys but all they do is fight over one toy constantly and that toy is whichever one the other has. Awww, they even look cute fighting!

More Nervous Than I Thought

Thinking of my upcoming vaca and all the sleep I'm going to get and the sun shining on my pasty white vampire ass has been great. I am lucky to have family members that I trust the monkey's with for 8 nights.

BUT . . . , . the thought of them being not only not with me all night for that time but not even reachable (like down the street at grandma's) is freaking me out a bit. I thought a 5 day cruise would be sufficient but hubby insisted on the 7 days so I bit the bullet and went for it. Believe me, I need the rest.

My little monkeys hundreds of miles away from mama. The thought is frightening. My right mind takes over and tells me that they will be just fine.

The babes Skype in the morning with my dad. My mom was in the kitchen getting her Skype on with one of the monkeys in her lap when my dad (referred to as grampa grampa), said he will see them in a few months. She said yes, the month we are leaving 2nd.

HOLD THE DAMN PHONE!!!!!

This causes me to freak out. I thought my cruise left the 12th. So she would be taking the babies on the plane away from me and halfway across the country 10 days before I leave pluse the 8 I will be gone so I am not going to see my babies for 18 DAYS AND NO ONE RAN THIS BY ME FIRST????

Level 5, Code Red freak out ensues.

My mom claimed that we are leaving on our vaca the 6th, but I thought it was the 12th. The skyping ended with panicked voices and grampa grampa on the computer screen saying "is everything okay?" I picked up my phone and yelled into it at hubby to get me the itinerary in my email NOW. Yes, I bothered him while he was working for this emergency of epic proportions.

Turns out I was mistaken and we will be leaving the 6th, not the 12th.

Holy shit, that was close. And I had to apologize multiple times and apologizing is not my favorite thing.

Turns out I am a little more nervous about this than I previously thought. Obviously, because I was acting like a psycho.

Ever holds her play cell phone and yells gibberish into it and now it is the joke that she learned it from mommy freaking out about the cruise dates.

Ha ha. So funny.

We are full blown crawling now! Ever's on the move!

Oshy pulls himself up on everything and stands. He also loves to smile and show off his TWO little toothies.

Away We Go

Tonight, hubby and I booked a vacation.

Our first real live vacation since our honeymoon.

We have been to visit family and gone on little weekend things here and there. But we have not taken a just for fun super awesome vacation since we spent a lovely six days in Hawaii celebrating our marriage.

ALL of our time and money has gone to making babies. We didn't want to use time just in case we became pregnant or needed it for a treatment. We didn't want to use money because it just kept leaving us to go and visit the fertility clinic, usually for nothing. We spent and spent and spent and hoped it would lead to something. We would never do something as expensive as IVF and then we did it. We would not do it again, we said, but I was already financially planning number two because I just knew our IVF failed. Our life was frozen.

We then needed everything we had planning two babies, all the time and money we could find.

But tonight we decided it was time for a change. I never even really wanted to go on vacation during that yucky time we shall not speak of because I knew I couldn't truly enjoy it. I'm a cheapskate and didn't want to pay money for stuff I couldn't enjoy.

We will be enjoying seven nights cruising the Caribbean! I mean really and completely enjoying because I'm happy now and I don't feel guilty for enjoying life.

Countdown: 2 months, 1 week, and 2 days to go!!

There is another countdown going and it is to the babies first birthday, which I am busy planning. Only in my mind though, I actually need to start doing stuff ASAP.

Can you believe my monkeys will be one year old's in less than 4 months????

WTF Friday

Oh yeah, the best way to start out the New Year! I have finally caught up on some TV watching after the craziness of the holiday's.

Heeeere we go . . . . . .

Real Housewives of Atlanta: Phaedra had her baby and lo and behold she was full term and not having a baby at 7 months. Big shocker! Kim is kind of dating a woman, which is totally random but I saw on E news that she is pregnant with the big booty football player's baby she was hitting on at Sheree's charity function. Kim invited everyone over for some lazer thing that shoots your fat off and ate pizza while doing it. Good idea. As always, NeNe makes me laugh my arse off.

Real Housewives of Beverly Hills: Seriously, how rich are these bitches?? What job could be so important that you deserve that much money? I am so jealous! Camille is nuttier than a fruitcake in my opinion. I remember reading tabloids about Kelsey Grammar cheating on his wife and knocking someone up and thinking what a dirty dog, but I can understand a little more once you get to know her. The weirdest thing I have ever seen is when she invited her friend, the real psychic who they base the show "Medium" off of over and she was nuttier than a fruitcake too! Anyway, Lisa is my favorite on that show.

16 and Pregnant: Did anyone feel like they needed subtitles this season? What was up with the atrocious English speaking skills, especially the white dread locked guy? I honestly don't even think they need another season of this show because all the people kind of blurred together for me and their stories were too similar to be interesting.

UNTIL . . . the special they did called "No Easy Decision" based on the one character with the language I really couldn't understand white dreadlock guy who got pregnant before her baby's first birthday and then they had an abortion. I was a little shell shocked after watching that. I am Pro-Choice, but I really didn't want to watch that. I don't know why, but it made me uncomfortable. It was just too much watching them go through those emotions and then thinking of myself and others who want babies and how could she do that but still thinking she has the right to decide if she should do it . . . it was crazy. That is a choice that teen moms make so I understand them showing it, but it was too intimate for me. I know you never thought you'd hear that from a nosey knob like myself, but really, I never want to see that again.

Celebrity Rehab: I can't deal with it. I normally enjoy that show but this season I can't. Too much obnoxious and it seems super fake this season. When the whole Tiger Woods business went down I really felt like everyone should cut the guy some slack and this was also too intimate for me to get into. I also feel like you can only blame infidelity on the cheating partner, not the women, because they didn't take vows to you, your hubby did, but DAMN, I cannot stand Rachel Uchitel!! Not at all! I don't think I'll watch that anymore. Except I probably will because I have issues like that.

Sarah Palin's Alaska: OMG, I am so embarassed to say that I totally watched an episode of this! I just had to see the one with Kate Gosselin. Kate did embarass herself, but that was no surprise. Me no likey Sarah Palin's politics, or her love of killing things for fun, but I will admit I **sort of** liked her in that show. Hubby said I wasn't allowed to watch it, but I just couldn't help myself one time. She's got a nice family. Yeah, I said it. Gloat if you want.

Bridalplasty: Uh uh. I can't go there. That was totally effed up. Those girls need to be on Dr. Phil instead. As someone who dreams of a new nose and boobs you would think I could understand, but I don't.

Our last photo of 2010!!

I'm not really into make-up these days (or dieting for that matter) so I know I look a little rugged, but get over it. :)

I love commenting on blogs and I love reading all your blogs, but there is something wrong with my computer and some of them the internet says it must "abort" before I can comment so hopefully I can get it under control ASAP! Sorry!