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If you read this blog, you know I am living a blessed life. Just look at the photographic evidence. Be assured (or reassured) that I know that. My boys are more than I ever could have imagined for myself. Raising twins is HARD. Everyone asks me how I do it. Well, I don't know. And I doubt my abilities every day. But, I wake up every day with them as the center of my world and work 110% to get it perfect or as near to it as I can. I worry about the way I do everything cause hey, I am making it up as I go! Are they eating enough? Are they getting enough nutritional foods? Veges? Are they saying enough? Why don't they say more? What are those weird spots on E's wrist? What is Q allergic to? Why won't they sleep past 6 am? Why won't they stop biting each other? Do they watch too much PBS? I could go on.
You know what? That is all VERY overwhelming. But for once in my life I am saying~ I am doing a darn good job. I am proud of my boys and most importantly proud of myself. Yeah, I get tired, exhausted, fed up, and overwhelmed~ but I deserve those feelings! And they are miniscule in comparison to how much joy I get from the boys. (stepping down from the soap box....)
E throwing Q out of timeout.
"Thank you, I would like to be punished now." The timeout mat has come out and we are getting tons of use out of it. At first we had to put them the corner. Now they just walk over, head hung down, and plop down! So much for not understanding!
My grandmother (Meme) with the boys. LOOK at those hats she gave them. SO adorable!
My mother (the boys call her Meme like I call my grandmother Meme. Hey, keep up!) puts the boys to work when they come over!
Q LOVES the Swiffer!
E is reading the Walgreen's ad. He is also in a rush to get somewhere.
With Papa Doc and Aunt Heather. I had to take this photo and run inside. My obsessive craziness makes me not able to even watch them next to the water like that. Even when in those very capable arms.
You know what? That is all VERY overwhelming. But for once in my life I am saying~ I am doing a darn good job. I am proud of my boys and most importantly proud of myself. Yeah, I get tired, exhausted, fed up, and overwhelmed~ but I deserve those feelings! And they are miniscule in comparison to how much joy I get from the boys. (stepping down from the soap box....)
E throwing Q out of timeout.
"Thank you, I would like to be punished now." The timeout mat has come out and we are getting tons of use out of it. At first we had to put them the corner. Now they just walk over, head hung down, and plop down! So much for not understanding!
My grandmother (Meme) with the boys. LOOK at those hats she gave them. SO adorable!
My mother (the boys call her Meme like I call my grandmother Meme. Hey, keep up!) puts the boys to work when they come over!
Q LOVES the Swiffer!
E is reading the Walgreen's ad. He is also in a rush to get somewhere.
With Papa Doc and Aunt Heather. I had to take this photo and run inside. My obsessive craziness makes me not able to even watch them next to the water like that. Even when in those very capable arms.
You are doing a fabulous job!