Yes, the warmer weather has arrived and although my allergies and pasty white skin aren't thrilled about the whole thing, we're doing our best to embrace the change in seasons and make the most of it.
We sported our cooler weather attire one last time last week... and apparently ate lollipops to commemorate the occasion:
We hit up an Easter egg hunt at a local church on Saturday, and although it was the twins' first time hunting for eggs, they didn't seem to have any trouble grasping the concept. They also didn't have any trouble grasping the concept that the eggs contained candy and MUST BE OPENED IMMEDIATELY FOR SAID CANDY TO BE UNWRAPPED AND EATEN.
Hey, Clara, don't look like you're enjoying yourself even the tiniest bit, ok?
And yes, I did have to stop her from eating the goat's food. Once again, moments like this make me feel really warm and fuzzy about the fact that the twins regularly refuse the food we make and serve them but gleefully embrace eating food prepared for barn animals.
Mid-hug in front of the balloon carrot
Brian and his dad also put together the twins' (early) birthday present this weekend, and I'm really happy with how it turned out:
The twins were also really happy with how it turned out, as evidenced by the multiple tantrums that have ensued when we've insisted that it's time to stop swinging and come inside. Oh, toddlers, how I loathe admire your passion and persistence.
I caught all 3 of my peeps enjoying the new swing yesterday morning while I was getting ready for the day. Guess Brian didn't get the jammies memo:
We also enjoyed a visit yesterday from one of my high school besties and her husband (who run an organic farm in Maine!). We don't get to see them very often, so it was a nice treat to catch up, and a nice treat for them to experience the warm weather... and 4 active young children as an added bonus ;)
As I mentioned on facebook, I also spent a good portion of the weekend lamenting the fact that my babies are about to turn two and creating collages like these:
Ahh they were so little... and now they are so big. How did this happen? And how do I make it stop? And how many Reese's eggs can I eat to console myself before it's considered a problem?
To answer your question, yes, all of this activity (and emotional reflecting) has been pretty tiring for all of us, which explains why Colby ended up like this at dinner last night*. That, or the fact that he opted not to nap again yesterday afternoon:
*I say "night," but we went to eat at 4 pm, so maybe "late afternoon" would be a more appropriate term.
1. Well, we did it. We finally introduced the kids to "Frozen" (thanks to my sweet pal, Heather)! The verdict?
Colby was pretty enthralled, although he would occasionally get distracted and ask us to watch a dump truck video (such a boy!)
Clara has actually yet to show interest and opted to play with her beloved stickers instead, but I caught her dancing to one of the songs, so I'm pretty sure she'll come around.
2. In other finally-jumping-on-the-bandwagon news, Brian and I started watching "Parenthood" this week. We're only a few episodes in, but I can already see why people love(d) the series so much- especially parents. But riddle me this: how on earth am I supposed to watch Lauren Graham's character and think of her as anyone other than Lorelai Gilmore?!
3. Remember the twins' new word for "diaper?" Imagine my delight when we were 2 feet away from a woman in Target this past weekend and Clara pointed at her diaper and loudly exclaimed, "Mama! My poo poo!"
4. In case you and/or your children are fans of chicken nuggets, then you definitely need to try this recipe. Easy, tasty, and healthier than the frozen option. And if you aren't a fan of chicken nuggets, then I'm not sure we can continue to be friends.
5. These pictures have been posted outside of the twins' classroom for a few weeks and I had to take a pic before they came down. Love these little leprechauns!
So on the twins' 1st birthday last year (yes, the exact day), I came across the following devotional in this daily devotional book:
I don't know why I didn't blog about it at the time... probably because I was too busy wrapping my mind around the fact that the babies we had waited for for so very long were already turning one. But it certainly resonated with me then and I have thought back on it often, in no small part due to the fact that I saved this image on my phone.
I really don't believe in coincidences, and although you might think it's a stretch, I really do think that God had me in mind when he inspired the author to write those words and choose that date. Do I think that was His only purpose in this being written? Of course not, but the cool thing is that it was one of His many purposes in doing so.
Anyway, as another April 5th approaches and the twins get closer to turning two, I've been thinking more and more about this concept. We are obviously becoming further and further removed from the very painful infertility journey we were once on, but I haven't forgotten what that wait was like. How lonely it was. How excruciating it was. How discouraging it was. How trying it was.
But now, being well on the other side of the wait, I can attest to how necessary it was and how worth it it was. And yes, it was necessary and worth it for two very obvious reasons, for without that journey, we wouldn't have Colby and Clara.
But it was also necessary and worth it because as our patience grew (and oh, how it grew), so did our faith. And even though our long-time prayer has since been answered, I hope that we never forget the valuable lesson we learned about seeking God more than seeking His answers while we were waiting.
"Often God delays purposely, and the delay is just as much an answer to your prayer as is the fulfillment when it comes." - Emilie Barnes
So as many of you read on facebook, we bit the bullet and gave Clara's pacifiers the boot this weekend. And by "gave them the boot," I mean that we decapitated them (cut the tips off the ends). Pretty harsh way to treat your kid's friends, I know, but gotta teach 'em young that life's not always rainbows and butterflies, right? ;)
We intended to do this around 18 months, but, well, we got lazy and didn't follow through, because as all wise parents ask themselves (especially when it comes to sleep): why mess with a good thing?
After 18 months, she was only allowed to have them for sleeping (at home; she hasn't used them at daycare in 6+ months) and in the car... and in the event of emergence tantrums/mood swings. About 1-2 months ago, we took them out of the car. And truth be told, she spent a couple of weeks after that being pretty whiney and needy while in the car. This did not give me any extra motivation to take them out of the crib!
Nonetheless, I was bound and determined to kick the habit before she turned 2, and given that the big day is just 2 weeks away, we figured it was now (Friday) or nothing. So here's how it went down:
- While Brian gave the twins a bath, I snuck the "friends" out of Clara's crib and performed the operation.
- Once she was ready for bed and climbed into my lap for us to read a book, she, as she always does, asked for her "fwenz." Not noticing the snipped tips, she put one in her mouth, pulled it away with a look of disgust, and looked up at me and said, "My fwenz! Help, please! Help, please!" And then my heart broke into a million pieces and I began to tear up.
I told her that her friends were broken and they couldn't be fixed, and then she whined for a minute until we distracted her with a book.
- She fussed about it again when we put her down to sleep, but was fine by the time we walked out of the room. I was fine, too, except for the crying and insistence that she is going to hate me forever and I am the worst mommy in the world- to all of which Brian just laughed!
- She slept fine and woke up in a good mood on Saturday, and didn't have any issues with her nap that afternoon. On Saturday night, Brian tried to hand them to her and she shook her head and said, "No fwenz!" and went right to sleep.
- I got a little brave for Sunday afternoon's nap and went ahead and removed them from her crib entirely, convinced she had already lost interest. Well about 1.5 hours into naptime, she STILL had not gone to sleep (which happens approximately never), so Brian went in and gave them back to her. And back to sleep she went.
So I suppose we'll leave them with her for now in their mutilated state and hope for the best. And remember, Clara, pacifiers or not, you're still our little baby... one of them anyway!