Hank: No, Charlie! I want to hold a baby.
Together: (arguing) I said it first. Stop copying me. I'm going to hold a baby first. No, me! No, me!
Me: you both can hold a baby.
Monday, March 26, 2012
I want to hold a baby!
Charlie: Can I hold a baby?
Hank: No, Charlie! I want to hold a baby.
Together: (arguing) I said it first. Stop copying me. I'm going to hold a baby first. No, me! No, me!
Me: you both can hold a baby.
Hank: No, Charlie! I want to hold a baby.
Together: (arguing) I said it first. Stop copying me. I'm going to hold a baby first. No, me! No, me!
Me: you both can hold a baby.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
We could be a reality show!
I feel like every day of my life is an adventure worthy of a reality tv show or a novel. Sometimes, as everything is going on in our house or wherever we may be, I catch myself imagining us on television. Today, was no different.
Our house has been on the market for nearly four years. As soon as we have three month old twin girls, we sell the house. We have to be out of our house 24 hours after closing. As if things were not chaotic enough with two new babies and ACTIVE big brothers, we have to find a place to live and pack up our house in one month. CRAZY! Yet, it is exciting!
In the midst of the chaos of packing, life goes on and laundry has to be done, babies have to be fed, and well, life happens. For example, Charlie has learned a new word that does not need to be repeated, but if you're curious, you can fill in the blank, bull ****. We haven't been able to play it off and not make a big deal out of it because he said it loudly in a restaurant, to Marshall's mom, and to me. We told him that it wasn't nice and we didn't want to hear it again or he would have consequences. I discussed it with Charlie and told him it just wasn't a nice way to talk. Charlie's response was, "It's just a synonym for Oh No!" He is so smart that he tries to say, "I said Bull Shucks." While he was sitting in time out today discussing the problem with Marshall, one baby was eating, one was screaming, and Hank was sitting on the arm of the couch persistently saying to Charlie, "And no hitting Hank! No hitting Hank! No hitting Hank!" (He wasn't hitting Hank.) At that moment, it looked like we needed the intervention of Super Nanny.
Thankfully, we were able to bring it all back down a notch.
The parade marches on and on and on.
Our house has been on the market for nearly four years. As soon as we have three month old twin girls, we sell the house. We have to be out of our house 24 hours after closing. As if things were not chaotic enough with two new babies and ACTIVE big brothers, we have to find a place to live and pack up our house in one month. CRAZY! Yet, it is exciting!
In the midst of the chaos of packing, life goes on and laundry has to be done, babies have to be fed, and well, life happens. For example, Charlie has learned a new word that does not need to be repeated, but if you're curious, you can fill in the blank, bull ****. We haven't been able to play it off and not make a big deal out of it because he said it loudly in a restaurant, to Marshall's mom, and to me. We told him that it wasn't nice and we didn't want to hear it again or he would have consequences. I discussed it with Charlie and told him it just wasn't a nice way to talk. Charlie's response was, "It's just a synonym for Oh No!" He is so smart that he tries to say, "I said Bull Shucks." While he was sitting in time out today discussing the problem with Marshall, one baby was eating, one was screaming, and Hank was sitting on the arm of the couch persistently saying to Charlie, "And no hitting Hank! No hitting Hank! No hitting Hank!" (He wasn't hitting Hank.) At that moment, it looked like we needed the intervention of Super Nanny.
Thankfully, we were able to bring it all back down a notch.
The parade marches on and on and on.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Daddy Day at School
Marshall got to have a special day with Charlie and Hank at school today. Everyone brought sack lunches and had a picnic. Marshall went grocery shopping for Charlie and Hank's favorites. He made brownies too. I tried to help, but he did it all. He's an amazing daddy. They even played with a giant parachute 
Sunday, March 18, 2012
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