Friday, January 20, 2012

Parental Sacrifices

Yesterday, we were getting ready to run to the store and I was wearing the normal work uniform: plaid PJ pants and a T-shirt. I told the girls that before we could leave, I needed to change pants.

So, Grace hops up, runs into the bedroom and brings me back a different pair of pajama pants -- one with monkeys wearing stocking hats.

I gave her a big hug and told her thank you, but that Mommy was actually looking for her jeans. I held them up to show her that I found them and she snatched the jeans, drug them across the room, and re-handed me the monkey PJ pants.

As she handed them to me, she was beaming with pride.

I looked into those eyes and did what any good Mom would do -- put on the monkey PJ pants, strapped them into their car seats and ran back inside to change.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Stuck On You

So I needed to use photoshop for a work project this morning and broke out the old computer to do it.

I had just finished up and moved back to my new computer and glanced over at the old computer when the screensaver popped on.

I saw this.

Then this.

Then this.

And the doozy ...

Now, I'm stuck. I literally cannot take my eyes off this trip down memory lane. If you need me, you know where to find me.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Caught Red-Headed

The computers at our house are disgusting. Smudge marks. Dried milk. Fingerprints EVERYWHERE. Why? I give you Exhibit A. 

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

I'm Lovin' It

While I frantically search for my SD card that holds the rest of my Christmas pictures ...


We passed a milestone last week. 

And yes, it involved McDonalds. 

And yes, my title is cheesy.

And yes, if McDonalds chose to pay me money to write about monumental McDonalds moments on my blog, I'd snap it up in a heartbeat. 

And yes, that sentence had an unusual number of m's. 

But back to my point. 

On our way back home from my parents' house recently, Grace started communicating that she was hungry. Her speech is still a work in progress, so she has developed her own sign language. She points inside her mouth -- much like someone would if they were saying, "Gag me." I usually say, "Are you hungry?" And she replies with "Yaaaaaaaa."

I asked them if they wanted to try some chicken nuggets and to my surprise, they excitedly said yes. This is surprising because first, the last time we tried to eat McDonalds, they wouldn't even touch the food. They just looked at it and gave me the you've-got-to-be-kidding face. And second, because Grace is a picky, picky eater and we've always just stuck with what works when we're out and about -- pizza and Panera. 

But today, we gave it a go. And they scarfed it down. 

It. Was. Awesome. 

Don't get me wrong. I definitely don' think McDonalds is a healthy option -- unless McDonalds is reading this and wants to pay me money to blog about them, in which case I say, "Eat McDonalds and you'll live forever!"

And it's not that I want my kids to be downing McD's three times a day, but it is nice to know that in a pinch, we have options -- cheap, fast, eat-on-the-road options. 

And it was a big moment for Grace. Her instinct is to reject every new thing I give her, so to take a bite out of that nugget was a risky move. 

And considering it was McDonalds, probably more risky than she knew. 

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Duplicity … Boogers & Farts … Where am I?

Calm down. Have no fear. You are in the right place.

Welcome to Boogers & Farts: and other perks of parenthood.

B&F, formerly known as Duplicity, is still your one-stop-shopping for hilarious (and sometimes gross) stories about Grace and Claire — the twins that stole our hearts two years ago and haven't looked back since.

We changed the name — Duplicity didn't quite describe what life is really like in our house. This name is sooo much more accurate. We also, as you can tell, updated the look. What served us well for so long was begging for a makeover. We hope you like it.

And although the name and look are different, we are still the same. Well, as much the same as two ever-changing toddler twins can be.

Thanks for keeping up with our stories and sticking with us through the dry spell(s) this fall, and here's to a wonderful new year!


P.S. Get your twinkie fix at OR Both will work!

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Wow. Just Wow.

I was just going to post this on Facebook, but then I didn't want to freak out all of my friends who don't have kids yet/are afraid to talk about poop. If you're one of those, you came here willingly, so I won't show you the same mercy. Enter at your own risk, if you will.

Today, during lunch, Claire tells me she has to use the potty.

We're sitting there. Me on the big potty (lid closed, people) and her on the kiddo potty. She goes No. 1 -- NBD, we do that every day. But then, she got that look on her face and the grunting started and I knew she was about to go No. 2 on the potty for the first time EVER.

After she was done, she got up, looked down and said "Wow." She got down on her knees for a closer look and another "Woooow."

Wow, indeed, my dear.

Part 1: Be Kind, Rewind

Right before Thanksgiving, two of our best friends welcomed their first child into the world -- Cecilia. She is so smooch-able, she almost had me thinking about having a third … almost. 

Then there was Thanksgiving. Dinner was a wee bit late, but yummy once it arrived. And by arrived, I mean when my Mom and I finished cooking it. Scott wasn't feeling well, so we gave him the year off. The girls thought the extended table was a new play toy, but once we convinced them that really we were going to sit down and eat at it, they moved on to playing with their cousins. 

This Thanksgiving was our fifth and final one at this house. Traditionally (ok, for just the past five years), we have both sets of families over to our house to eat, drink and generally be merry. But a few months ago, we decided we're moving back to my hometown. 

I know, I've failed to mention that in about a million posts since we made that decision. But let's be honest here, there really haven't been a million or probably even 10. Here's the story. It happened one day, oddly enough, in a Wal-Mart. We were in town visiting my parents and Scott came out of the Wal-Mart bathroom and said, "Let's move back." I'm not sure many epiphanies happen in Wal-Mart bathrooms, but this was one I was on board with. Scott and I first met in that town and both have a really strong feeling that it's where we should be. So, on top of crazy work hours and two freaking-busy toddlers, we're also searching for houses. We have been close to buying a couple, but they keep getting snatched right out of our hands. I'll try to keep you posted on the search. 

After Thanksgiving, there was the Christmas tree hunt. Unlike last year, when we found it the old-fashioned way, this year we decided to just go easy on ourselves and get one from Dillons. Not too bad looking for a $29 tree from Dillons, right? We decorated it, decorated ourselves, and had a really lovely time with the Thrismas Cree (Claire).