Caption Contest: August 4

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One Fine Day

It started with the arrival of my Mom and sisters yesterday morning. They have come to visit for a few days. That's right. Days. Like more than one. I would have extra sets of hands to cuddle, feed, entertain, change diapers. My body did a backflip with joy.

And even better than just having help? My mom told us girls to go shopping for a few hours yesterday while she watched the babies. Say whaaat!? By ourselves? Without a stroller full of potential screaming?

The possibilities were endless. I could eat lunch. At a restaurant. And, ya know, sit down. I could pop in and out of stores with ease. I could try on clothes before I bought them.

Oh, Mom, how I love you.

Our day rounded out pretty nicely, too. Our neighbors are out of town for the week, and told us we could use their pool while they were gone. So, we donned swimsuits, packed up babies and trekked through the backyards to the oasis that awaited us.

This was the babies' first time swimming. And probably one of their last of the season, so I didn't bother buying suits for them.



At first, Grace screamed, in typical Grace fashion. But then after a few minutes of getting used to it, she warmed right up. And it took Claire very little time to figure out what happens when you hit the surface of the water with the palm of your hand. And then she did it again and again and again. And again.







After they ate for the evening, and went to sleep (ALL ON THEIR OWN), Scott and my sister and I headed back to the pool for one last swim.

I slept pretty soundly last night and woke up feeling refreshed. One fine day, indeed.

Chew 'Em Up

Chomp.

Chomp.

Chomp.

That is the word of the day. Every day. Their teeth have yet to pop up, but they are chewing on everything.





They will chew on anything that comes close to their mouth. It's a little scary. Time to start baby-proofing.

Books. Clothes. Teething rings. Hands. Toes. Me. Burp rags. Cell phones. Rattles. Dolls. Blankets. The cat.

But this is, by far, my favorite thing they chew on.

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Claire: Hold it! Hold it! It's my turn Grace!

Grace: Fine...

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Picture of the Week: 29 weeks

Can you get enough of the smiley baby pictures? Although being a Mom (or a Dad) is a really hard job (I mean, REALLY HARD), moments like these remind me that it's also the best job in the world.

Caption Contest: July 28

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Seven Months

Yesterday, the girls turned seven months. I still have a hard time comprehending that. I'm a Mom. Of twins. And they are seven months old. Surprises me every time I remember.

So, last night when Scott and I were feeding babies, I was reminiscing a bit about the old days. When it was freaking cold and the girls were so tiny you only needed one hand to lift them.

Much of that time was a blur. They ate every three hours around the clock. Which by the time I got done feeding two babies and pumping, I had less than two hours to sleep before we started all over again. I'm still not sure how we made it out alive.

Fast forward seven months and we've moved past the demanding feeding schedules and onto other issues: viruses, teething, sore throats, tummy aches, constipation. There are moments I feel so overwhelmed that I don't think I can make it another minute.

But then I see things like this and can't help but laugh.