tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46796449810108609642024-03-13T20:21:23.401-07:00The Anderson'sSam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-88055162433450762972012-03-04T09:47:00.000-08:002012-03-04T09:47:07.859-08:00Riley's Cool KicksEver since he was a little younger than 3 months, Brent and I have wondered about Riley's feet. They didn't point quite as straight as Noah's and he would turn them in funny angles. As he got older and put more weight on them, we grew more and more concerned. Every pediatrician visit (3 months, 6 months, and 9 months) we would ask her if they looked ok. She assured us they were fine and we didn't need to worry. By the 9 month check up and us asking her AGAIN she gave us a referral to a physical therapist just to ease our worries. <br />
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So off Riles and I went to the physical therapist. She told me that it could either be a hip problem or a foot problem. A hip problem is a lot more serious and would need to be corrected with surgery. Luckily, after doing a bunch of flexibility tests on Riley, it turned out to be a foot problem. When he stands and puts weight on his feet he pushes the inside part of his foot down. This caused his foot to point outward as he was trying to walk on the inner part of his ankle (it looked so awkward when he tried to walk). <br />
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So once we got the diagnosis we had three options. We could tape his feet and see if that would help. We could order pre-made shoes that could possibly correct the problem, or we could order custom made shoes fit specifically to Riley's feet that would definitely correct his issue. Brent and I agreed right away that we wanted to take care of the problem the best way for Riley and chose to get him the custom shoes. We also found out insurance doesn't cover anything until we met our $1500 deductible, so we would be paying for the $1,000 shoes.<br />
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As a girl I've always dreamed of owning ONE pair of designer shoes. I know it's such a silly thing to spend your money on. But Jimmy Choo's and Louboutin's are so pretty! Well, needless to say, my son got the first pair of designer shoes in our family. But it was even cooler than the other designer shoes because we got to be the designers (when I say we I mean me and Riley. And Riley just tried to chew on the samples while I picked them out). We picked out our design, Riley got casts made of his little feet so the shoes would fit perfectly, and off went the order. <br />
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Brent and Riley went to pick up the shoes since I was in Iceland when they came in. Riley was a little champ at his appointment (which was nothing new. That kid loves charming anyone in the room that will look at him) and his new shoes fit perfectly! He'll have to wear them for around 6 months. Right now he wears them twice a day for 2 hours at a time. Eventually he will work his way up to wearing them all waking hours. It's amazing how much they've helped already! He is standing on his own for 5-8 seconds at a time and he took a step the other day! I don't count that as his first step, though. It was just one quick step toward me then a fall. But it's amazing the progress he's made already. He doesn't mind them at all, and I'm so proud of how strong and resilient the little guy is. <br />
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As for the pediatrician, we're going to be getting another one. She's never been the friendliest person (you would think that someone that works with kids would like them). And after her telling us for 6 months he was fine when in reality we ended up spending a grand on Riley's "fine" feet, I think it's time to look for a doctor that knows what they're talking about. Our physical therapist (who we LOVE!) said she would give us some great recommendations and we can't wait to go to someone new!<br />
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Here are the pictures of Riley's designer kicks! And the best part is he'll wear them WAAAAY more than Kim Kardashian wears any of hers expensive shoes.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PKyTZiVKBuQ/T1OpC8P_XxI/AAAAAAAABoM/r3AUjA8w50w/s1600/IMG_4062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PKyTZiVKBuQ/T1OpC8P_XxI/AAAAAAAABoM/r3AUjA8w50w/s320/IMG_4062.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> They can go with pretty much any shirt color! Yes I thought about that when I designed them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3s3MZ5h-CNc/T1OpFZZLzbI/AAAAAAAABoU/Ww9uhHa-DTI/s1600/IMG_4089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3s3MZ5h-CNc/T1OpFZZLzbI/AAAAAAAABoU/Ww9uhHa-DTI/s320/IMG_4089.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> What little boy doesn't like dinosaurs?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-htm61BaKmHk/T1OpHPJBV4I/AAAAAAAABoc/W_S6anf0knM/s1600/IMG_4090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-htm61BaKmHk/T1OpHPJBV4I/AAAAAAAABoc/W_S6anf0knM/s320/IMG_4090.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> And a few random ones</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHfRf4N5wLI/T1OpOkCqSCI/AAAAAAAABok/Kyl2ht4dDlg/s1600/IMG_4071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHfRf4N5wLI/T1OpOkCqSCI/AAAAAAAABok/Kyl2ht4dDlg/s320/IMG_4071.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lPNYw0qF0hw/T1OpQxDabOI/AAAAAAAABos/kAY0QHIC1Jk/s1600/IMG_4080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lPNYw0qF0hw/T1OpQxDabOI/AAAAAAAABos/kAY0QHIC1Jk/s320/IMG_4080.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> PILLOW PARTY!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yOYeQgsm3p8/T1OpTpG4MMI/AAAAAAAABo0/_oGdTzXQRc8/s1600/IMG_4087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yOYeQgsm3p8/T1OpTpG4MMI/AAAAAAAABo0/_oGdTzXQRc8/s320/IMG_4087.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-65451605502873904932011-12-16T09:00:00.000-08:002011-12-16T09:00:53.295-08:00AnnoyedThe boys are teething right now so it's been a rough little while at our house. Pretty much anything gets on my nerves right now and instead of yelling at Chip for being Chip, I figure it's more therapeutic to vent about it on the blog. So these are some of the current things that are driving me nuts. <br />
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-Teething. It feels like it's an eternal process that tortures everyone in our house on a daily basis. Riley has 3 teeth, Noah has 2 and is working on the third. I feel so bad for them and wish there was something more I could do. I got my 12 year old molars when I was 19 (in some ways I was a late bloomer. Others, not so much) so I can remember how much it sucks. I couldn't imagine getting a bunch all at once and not being able to express with words how you feel. But it's still rough for all of us. <br />
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-Noah has some issues. He won't sit up. Zero desire. I try every single day to prop him up between my legs, put toys in front of him, hold him there. But he arches his back and makes his legs go straight so he just ends up laying down. I know he's not developmentally slow. He can crawl super fast, is starting to climb and is a little too smart for my own good. But the kid won't sit. I feel like it's getting to the point where he's going to be walking to his classes at BYU (yes, I want my kids to go to our alma mater) and then when he gets there, he'll lay down on the ground for the lecture. <br />
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-Just saying'. Can there really be a more rude thing to say? People think they can say something SO rude, but then if they add "Just sayin'" to the end, it justifies their rudeness. "Maybe if you spent time cleaning while the boys were sleeping, you wouldn't feel like your house was a disaster. Just sayin'". No, if I spent time cleaning while the boys were sleeping I would go insane because I had no down time while they napped. And then when you were insensitive and said something stupid to me I would want to key your car next time I saw it parked somewhere. Just sayin'. <br />
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-Noah and his food processor issues. My boys are TOUGH. They aren't scared of anything. They crawl after me when I vacuum to try to help. They love dogs of all sizes. My moms dog is 75 pounds and instead of looking at her in fear, Riley and Noah look at her like she's going to be a fun thing to ride around the house someday. So when I busted out the food processor to chop up Oreos for our Christmas treats, it shocked me that Noah got this look of sheer terror on his face and started screaming. So like any psychology major would do, I figured exposure therapy would help him get over his little quirk. No such luck. By the time I was done using it the poor kid was planking on our living room floor and his face was a snotty mess. I got him calmed down and started using our beaters. No problem there. He was fine and didn't bat an eye. But then when I went to wash the food processor he started screaming again. Needless to say, Brent will be taking him upstairs tomorrow when I have to use it again.<br />
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-Our neighbor and his Mustang. Even though I don't think he's old enough, our neighbor is going through a midlife crisis. One of the things he did to make himself feel more manly was he bought a Mustang. And man does he drive it like he's compensating for something. And I know this from how he drives through our NEIGHBORHOOD. He starts the engine up, lets it sit there for a few minutes while he revs it. Vroom vroom. So fun when Riley's asleep in our room with it right outside. Then he pulls out. No joke, the other day when he drove away he PEELED OUT of the cul-de-sac. Come on guy! You go 30 feet before you have to turn left to go out of the neighborhood. Was that really necessary? Then he drives at top speed in front of our house to get to the main road. Don't get me wrong, I tell Brent all the time that we bought an Audi, so we need to drive it like an Audi. But on the FREEWAY. Not through our neighborhood where my kids are going to someday be playing. That's ridiculous. Brent told me he saw him a while ago and he now carries a gun in the band of his jeans. At least we know he's packing SOMETHING. This is also the same guy that had to knock on our door because his remote control helicopter got stuck in our backyard and he needed us to get it. <br />
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Whew, I feel better.Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-6466868354213739422011-11-23T20:48:00.000-08:002011-11-23T20:48:43.722-08:00Opposites Cause Trouble<div style="text-align: center;">Do these look like faces that cause mischief?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QrnOOaoe504/Ts3HRCM2UGI/AAAAAAAABnc/4tN4SQtdIuk/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QrnOOaoe504/Ts3HRCM2UGI/AAAAAAAABnc/4tN4SQtdIuk/s400/061.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TB7efN01ae4/Ts3HT2NzkqI/AAAAAAAABnk/TeSOjw1zNe8/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TB7efN01ae4/Ts3HT2NzkqI/AAAAAAAABnk/TeSOjw1zNe8/s400/032.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Yes. Yes they do. These boys are so amazingly different. But man, they cause trouble. They don't act like babies. Babies are supposed to lay there and look around and coo. Make cute baby faces and smile. Riley and Noah have a lot more going on in their heads. They're like full grown people that can't talk yet. They're plotting in their little baby heads and are waiting for the perfect moment to reign over the house. Example: one night they were both snuggling and giving me love on the floor. Well, Noah started yelling and distracting me. In the four seconds I had my back turned on Riley, he dove at the empty candy wrapper on the floor. I'm sure they were planning that all along. Good work boys, except next time make sure it isn't empty. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">They also plot during nap time. Riley will wake up before it's time to be up. When he's JUST about to fall asleep again, I hear Noah yelling from the other room. A lot of times I will set Riley down a LITTLE too early to go get Noah back to sleep. Riley wakes up while I'm in with Noah and then it's all over. Way to get out of nap time early boys. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As they work on taking over the household, they are also doing some pretty fun stuff. And it's crazy how different they are developing. Here are some of the things that they can do:</div><div style="text-align: left;">Noah:</div><div style="text-align: left;">-Noah rolled over for the first time at 3 1/2 months. </div><div style="text-align: left;">-He can hold his bottle all by himself. I LOVE it. I get it ready, plop him down in the bouncer and he feeds himself. When I try to get Riley to do this he looks at me like, "Isn't that why you're here Mom?".</div><div style="text-align: left;">-Noah clapped on purpose for the first time last week. I started bawling. It made him seem like such a big boy!</div><div style="text-align: left;">-Noah mastered the army crawl yesterday. His arms and legs to in all sorts of directions, but somehow it all works out and he zips across the room.</div><div style="text-align: left;">-He got his first tooth and it's on the bottom.</div><div style="text-align: left;">-Noah is definitely a Daddy's boy. No one makes him laugh like Brent. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Riley:</div><div style="text-align: left;">-Riley didn't roll over until he was 5 months. He is officially crawling, as of last week. He crawls past mounds of toys to get to the blinds, Chip's bone, or the towel we use to wipe off the dogs feet. He can also sit by himself for a while (Noah straightens his legs when I try to make him sit. This kid has zero desire to sit up. He figures, why sit when I can STAND!).</div><div style="text-align: left;">-Riley has one tooth and it's on the top. You can see it when he smiles now. It is so cute, but I'm going to miss the gummy smiles!</div><div style="text-align: left;">-Riley is such a charmer. He will look at someone and give them the sweetest smile and happy coo. </div><div style="text-align: left;">-Riley loves almost everyone and is super outgoing. </div><div style="text-align: left;">-I think he's turning into more of a Momma's boy. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">They sleep unswaddled at night now. We put them in their cribs, rub their backs, and leave. They can put themselves to sleep! I can't wait for this to happen at nap time...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">They are definitely buddies! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RhEuVaqpzI/Ts3HqQmX3KI/AAAAAAAABn0/YqPsmHr3CE4/s1600/099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RhEuVaqpzI/Ts3HqQmX3KI/AAAAAAAABn0/YqPsmHr3CE4/s400/099.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">They are already making their complaints known</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJCI0JT1kpI/Ts3HZRWnVGI/AAAAAAAABns/fv1Zum5pUVQ/s1600/088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJCI0JT1kpI/Ts3HZRWnVGI/AAAAAAAABns/fv1Zum5pUVQ/s400/088.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Love these little turkeys.</div>Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-10105337802422535172011-10-31T15:02:00.000-07:002011-11-02T21:05:19.111-07:00Happy Halloween!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Halloween from our (not so) Angry Birds!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pry9rfrBXP8/Tq8ZpmBnNEI/AAAAAAAABnU/SWwwkKHhvgg/s320/047.JPG" width="320" /></div><br />
It was a big day at the Anderson house! The boys and I went to visit Brent at work in Seattle. They were so cute at the office and it was so fun to show off their costumes. Then when we got home Noah celebrated Halloween in style by getting his first tooth! <br />
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Riley also decided to celebrate Halloween by causing mischief. While I was getting Noah down for their nap, he rolled over to the back door and grabbed a towel we had over there. The towel we use to wipe off Macie and Chip's paws after they come in from outside. He was sucking on it when I came downstairs and had mulch on his face and everything. Gross. I grabbed the towel (but not before I got a picture. The damage was already done, right?). Man they are starting to give me a run for my money...Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-13641627468084450532011-09-08T14:58:00.001-07:002011-09-08T14:58:38.279-07:00Here's Your SignWhen you go out in public with twins, you get a LOT of attention. And I constantly get asked the same questions. Here are a list of the questions/comments that I hear the most that drive me up the friggin' wall. <br />
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1. Are they twins? ... One lady actually said, "Why am I asking that? Of course they are!" so I let her slide. But I want to come up with a comment to answer people back when they ask that. So far I can only think of, "Yep.". But come on. They're pretty much the same size. Their car seats are identical. They don't dress the same, but they dress similarly on most days. <br />
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2. How can you tell them apart??? <br />
<div style="text-align: center;">This is Riley. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqi_faQ9eJk/Tmkycy5QYkI/AAAAAAAABnE/vI5dllxYCOE/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqi_faQ9eJk/Tmkycy5QYkI/AAAAAAAABnE/vI5dllxYCOE/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is Noah.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-zcSaYk-PU/Tmkytd0a0iI/AAAAAAAABnI/ENzdQ4Kl1NQ/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-zcSaYk-PU/Tmkytd0a0iI/AAAAAAAABnI/ENzdQ4Kl1NQ/s320/052.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Maybe they look KIND of the same in some pictures, but in real life they look completely different. Needless to say it's mostly men that ask me this question.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">3. I wanted twins until I had one kid and realized how much work it is!/I can't imagine more than one at a time! Mine are spaced out and it was crazy. I never know how to respond to this. I have never had one kid so I don't know what it's like. Plus we are lucky that we got some pretty awesome kids, so two isn't as big of a deal as some people might think. That or people are wusses. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">One week at church Brent and I walked out in the hall to feed the boys. There was another couple with two kids (the same size and dressed similarly). The first thing out of Brent's mouth was, "Are they twins??"....... I looked at him and before I could say anything he said, "I KNOW! I knew as soon as the words were coming out of my mouth!!". </div>Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-88935994826308647152011-09-08T14:58:00.000-07:002011-09-08T14:58:27.715-07:005 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZEMbAKIvss/Tmk5rHMGlYI/AAAAAAAABnM/lOC5FdMAUso/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZEMbAKIvss/Tmk5rHMGlYI/AAAAAAAABnM/lOC5FdMAUso/s400/045.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Here is their 5 month picture! Note: 5 month old babies are WAY harder to get a cooperative picture out of than 4 month babies. Apparently by 5 months they've developed opinions. And Noah was trying to play steam roller over Riley the whole time. But in the end it worked out. And they've almost grown so much they're off the blanket!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uR5eGr7Na2U/Tmk6LkU3uLI/AAAAAAAABnQ/a0VdU_CnaBs/s1600/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uR5eGr7Na2U/Tmk6LkU3uLI/AAAAAAAABnQ/a0VdU_CnaBs/s400/062.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>And Noah wanted to show how awesome he's getting at holding himself up. He was rolling across the room today. So crazy to watch! Riley also rolled from his back to his tummy for the first time today. Pretty soon they'll have barrel roll contests across the living room. Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-66517355929237838712011-09-07T15:48:00.000-07:002011-09-07T15:48:02.595-07:00Life: UpdatedConfession: I suck at blogging. But I have two very good reasons for that. When I look back to what my life was like before the babies I should have been a super blogger, writing something every day. I should have also been in the most amazing shape ever. I had the time. But NOOOO. My time was spent cleaning, working out (a little) and watching Keeping up with the Kardashians. It's amazing how crazy life can change in a year. Riley and Noah are 5 months tomorrow. I can't believe how big they are getting and how wonderful their little personalities are. They are SO different, but they are each so amazing. <br />
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Riley went from being the handful to being the most chill baby. He just likes to look around, eat his hand, and talk (he talks CONSTANTLY. I wonder what our house is going to sound like when he says actual words). He's learned that if he talks when he's falling asleep, it will keep him up longer. What a little punk. He can roll from his front to his back over both shoulders. The first time he did it my mom, Grammi, and I cheered so much we scared him and he cried. Whoops. We were a little more quiet the next time. <br />
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Noah was the most relaxed kid at birth. And for the first couple months. Then something happened. Man was he fussy. But we've tweaked their schedule a little and he has been soooo much happier again for the last few weeks. Noah rolled over for the first time at 3 1/2 months. And it was from his back to his front. Our pediatrician was impressed with that. But now he rolls all 4 ways (front to back and back to front over both arms). He's starting to roll more times in a row so he'll roll away from me and Riley and I'll have to go get him and bring him back to us. He's also becoming a serious mama's boy, which I LOVE :)<br />
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At 4 months I was brave enough to take them to the store for the first time by myself. After I did it once, it gave me serious confidence and now we go somewhere every day. Mostly Safeway and Target, but sometimes we REALLY go big and go to Costco. I figure they'll like that place even more when they're older and can eat the samples. They also went on their first roadtrip this past weekend to Portland to visit Brent's sister and her family. They did AWESOME. They were so good in the car and were great sleepers while we were there (I was so worried they would stop sleeping through the night since they were in a strange room, but they made me proud). It was so fun and relaxing to get away and just relax. Brent's sister's kids were so cute with the boys. Their oldest got Riley to laugh and it was the sweetest thing. <br />
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I feel like their are 3,293 other things I need to blog about, but nap time is almost over. So here are a few recent(ish) pictures. <br />
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Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-22778196777389086472011-06-13T17:14:00.000-07:002011-06-13T17:14:58.161-07:00Babies BlessingRiley and Noah got blessed at church on June 5th. While it was one of the most chaotic before church Sunday's of my life, once we got to church it was one of the best ever. Brent did such an amazing job and I am so proud of him. Neither boy made a peep during the blessing (actually both did REALLY well the whole meeting. I don't expect that every week) and I felt the Spirit so strongly. <br />
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I've seen countless baby blessings since I joined the church. But it is a whole new experience when you are the one that is having your child blessed. I am so grateful for the opportunity I have to be a mother to these two amazing boys. I was able to bear my testimony (something I don't do as often as I probably should), but I still couldn't say everything that was in my heart. I don't have words to express what these little guys mean to me and how lucky I am that I got picked to be their mom. I've said it before but I will never say I'm grateful for trials. But I'm grateful for all that I've learned after the trial is over and how much I appreciate these boys. They are the best little boys and I'm so glad I get to be a part of their lives and see the wonderful people they grow up to be.<br />
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The boys have changed a LOT. Riley went from screaming for hours at a time to yelling when he wants held or fed. Such a nice change. His little personality cracks us up all the time. He is definitely a spunky little bugger. Noah was our calm, laid back child. While he's still calmer than his brother, he's definitely found his voice and he's not afraid to use it. His cry breaks my heart. It is the saddest sound to me for some reason. Probably because he didn't really cry at first and so now when he does it makes me sad. <br />
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I've seen them both smile now. Nothing long enough to get pictures of, but it was the cutest thing. The first 5 times or so I saw them smile, I cried. Not the reaction I expected to have, but I was so overwhelmed with joy and how absolutely adorable it was I just started crying. I'm better now, but it still melts my heart every time. <br />
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I don't want to say much about their night time routine because I'm afraid I'll jinx myself. But I will say that I like how it is. From the first day we have forced them to be on the same routine. When Riley woke up to eat, we woke up Noah. Every. Single. Time. We also forced Riley to wait 3 hours between feedings. He would start screaming at 2-2 1/2 at the beginning, but Noah wasn't ready to eat yet, so we just had to listen to him yell. But it paid off and now they go between 3 and 5 hours when they eat. And now normally at night it's Noah waking up first to eat. I'm also sooooooooooo lucky that I have the best husband ever. He takes the first night time feeding around 11 so I get to sleep from 9-3. That makes my day so much better. A lot of days I don't fall back to sleep much after the 3am feeding, but I still got a solid 6 hours of sleep before that so I'm ok. Best hubby ever. <br />
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I'm definitely starting to mellow out. When they would both cry at the same time I would get so tense and frustrated and usually end up crying myself. It's still a little overwhelming, but I can handle it a lot better. I've also learned when Riley starts fussing because he doesn't want to sleep (he really fights it. He doesn't want to miss anything) to just hold him in his tight swaddle and wait it out. Way better than at first when I would give it a few minutes then pass him off to Brent, who's like the freaking Baby Whisperer with that child. <br />
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I love my life. I can't say that enough. Every day is exhausting, but it's the best thing I've ever done. I could say that on every single one of my posts, but it's true. No matter how hard the day was, all it takes is a little smile or some happy kicks when we're listening to the new Lady Gaga cd to make it all worth it. <br />
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Alycia took the boys newborn pictures back when they were 11 days old. Here are some of them!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">One of our children was more cooperative. And we have a ton of awesome pictures of him. The other one wasn't as cooperative, but Alycia is good at what she does and we still got some awesome shots.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sweet Noah</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZaZFqHaQRE/TeAgLw5C7QI/AAAAAAAABjA/nMWpVokffWk/s1600/20110419-PPP_4163-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZaZFqHaQRE/TeAgLw5C7QI/AAAAAAAABjA/nMWpVokffWk/s320/20110419-PPP_4163-Edit.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KOg3V3DKFPE/TeAgYrUMmlI/AAAAAAAABjY/uMFuDp98Z3Q/s1600/20110419-PPP_4209-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KOg3V3DKFPE/TeAgYrUMmlI/AAAAAAAABjY/uMFuDp98Z3Q/s320/20110419-PPP_4209-Edit.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> If you didn't know who the cooperative one was, you do now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9ZsM3RSEGo/TeAgaiYtgYI/AAAAAAAABjc/e2ymcisMp94/s1600/20110419-PPP_4211-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9ZsM3RSEGo/TeAgaiYtgYI/AAAAAAAABjc/e2ymcisMp94/s320/20110419-PPP_4211-Edit.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The green picture is the picture we got when they did our embryo transfer. So it's their first real picture. Then our first ultrasound picture when we found out we were having twins. Then the real deal :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jLJ0URx-k2E/TeAgclGKw3I/AAAAAAAABjg/cN53UyXExdU/s1600/20110419-PPP_4216-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jLJ0URx-k2E/TeAgclGKw3I/AAAAAAAABjg/cN53UyXExdU/s320/20110419-PPP_4216-Edit.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TYnRLhjXz38/TeAgzeZilFI/AAAAAAAABkI/FS2DExUy7wc/s1600/20110419-PPP_4267-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TYnRLhjXz38/TeAgzeZilFI/AAAAAAAABkI/FS2DExUy7wc/s320/20110419-PPP_4267-Edit.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The face we got the first month of his life :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isuMwfjXncM/TeAg1PkIUNI/AAAAAAAABkM/3PnYoVjjAeM/s1600/20110419-PPP_4269-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isuMwfjXncM/TeAg1PkIUNI/AAAAAAAABkM/3PnYoVjjAeM/s320/20110419-PPP_4269-Edit.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This picture cracks me up because he still makes the face all the time when he's trying to bust out of his swaddle like Baby Hulk.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fd8YQePz_WI/TeAg3B0r1tI/AAAAAAAABkQ/MQDZGX2k_hY/s1600/20110419-PPP_4275-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fd8YQePz_WI/TeAg3B0r1tI/AAAAAAAABkQ/MQDZGX2k_hY/s320/20110419-PPP_4275-Edit.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Riley and Noah at 2 weeks</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn9wSl5EoiM/TdnT6IPHSDI/AAAAAAAABiY/4ekNjB0YXw0/s1600/IMG_1828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn9wSl5EoiM/TdnT6IPHSDI/AAAAAAAABiY/4ekNjB0YXw0/s320/IMG_1828.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ljPH6VQSjcE/TdnT1FIEoKI/AAAAAAAABiU/TefNbT69Tp4/s1600/IMG_1826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ljPH6VQSjcE/TdnT1FIEoKI/AAAAAAAABiU/TefNbT69Tp4/s320/IMG_1826.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> One of their Easter presents. Riley wanted a taste.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YK0FB0DsUMQ/TdnT9DDoljI/AAAAAAAABic/1BsvdNDlNOw/s1600/IMG_1867.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YK0FB0DsUMQ/TdnT9DDoljI/AAAAAAAABic/1BsvdNDlNOw/s320/IMG_1867.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kdZ5KMLoghA/TdnUb8yxxvI/AAAAAAAABio/QmTVF8sngCk/s1600/IMG_1964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kdZ5KMLoghA/TdnUb8yxxvI/AAAAAAAABio/QmTVF8sngCk/s320/IMG_1964.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Peek a boo!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bChBy85afNs/TdnUi19wggI/AAAAAAAABis/7rULPunaGKk/s1600/IMG_1970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bChBy85afNs/TdnUi19wggI/AAAAAAAABis/7rULPunaGKk/s320/IMG_1970.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Riley tonight (6 weeks 2 days)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0vaD-snX4/TdnUpV_JhEI/AAAAAAAABiw/mX1YWOo21Ss/s1600/IMG_1995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0vaD-snX4/TdnUpV_JhEI/AAAAAAAABiw/mX1YWOo21Ss/s320/IMG_1995.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Noah tonight (6 weeks 2 days)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBiFwPSS0As/TdnUyWTEYxI/AAAAAAAABi0/djpcyKvuj2M/s1600/IMG_1998.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBiFwPSS0As/TdnUyWTEYxI/AAAAAAAABi0/djpcyKvuj2M/s320/IMG_1998.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This picture cracks me up. The flash went off and this is what happened.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oVXqvtcywiY/TdnU2aKdmTI/AAAAAAAABi4/tWh8CzkoeiI/s1600/IMG_1997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oVXqvtcywiY/TdnU2aKdmTI/AAAAAAAABi4/tWh8CzkoeiI/s320/IMG_1997.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Lately they LOVE to lay on blankets or their play mat and kick. It cracks me up so much when their little legs are going so fast.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnciH7C_ZFk/TdnVApFZWpI/AAAAAAAABi8/1UlVpMGxBtM/s1600/IMG_2008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnciH7C_ZFk/TdnVApFZWpI/AAAAAAAABi8/1UlVpMGxBtM/s320/IMG_2008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-11818064296443970022011-05-10T22:31:00.000-07:002011-05-10T22:31:21.470-07:00Busy, busy lifeLife has been crazy lately! Brent had a week of paternity after the boys were born. Then my mom came and helped for a week. Then my Grandma was here for 2 weeks. Now Brent has his second week of paternity leave. That means next week is my first week alone with the little buggers. We'll see how that goes :)<br />
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In the last few weeks we've celebrated my birthday and Easter (April 24), Chip's birthday (April 25), our 6th anniversary (May 6) and my first Mother's Day. Mother's Day was by far the best Mother's Day of my life. The babies reminded me that I'm a mommy and woke me up for their 12, 3, and 6am feedings. Brent made me chocolate chip muffins for breakfast and they gave me my Mother's Day present. The boys each got me a pearl earring and Brent got me a matching necklace :) I've never had real pearls so I'm excited to be able to wear them for nicer occasions! Brent (and the boys) did a great job with my present. My mom and sister came up in the afternoon for dinner and we all just hung out and relaxed. Even though I still helped with all the bottles, I didn't have to change a single diaper. That part was awesome, too.<br />
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Mother's Day was very overwhelming for me. For the past 4 Mother's Days all I wanted was to be a mom. The 2 before this one I actually skipped church because I didn't want to sit in the congregation and listen to the importance of being a mom when I wasn't able to be one myself. To be able to walk into our boys room and to see the two cutest little guys lying in their crib... words can't explain how blessed I feel. I will never be able to explain how lucky I am to be able to be their mother. They melt my heart and make me laugh every day. Mother's Day was also the day their turned a month old so that was pretty special. No matter how exhausted, frustrated or overwhelmed I might be, once I saw Riley and Noah and held them in my arms, I knew that this is what I was supposed to do with my life. I am meant to be a mother. I've had many jobs, but nothing has even come close to this. This is the reason I am here. And I feel so blessed to have two amazing children that I get to teach and who will teach me as well.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Noah doesn't cry. He just lets out little yells. And even then it's not often. But here is proof that it does actually happen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BMVRbvCCpTA/Tcodl5X_ZfI/AAAAAAAABhs/3Lan2OqdGbk/s1600/babies1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BMVRbvCCpTA/Tcodl5X_ZfI/AAAAAAAABhs/3Lan2OqdGbk/s320/babies1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Noah's first roll. Keep 'em coming kid!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZlpLdVxAhc/TcodnpGimWI/AAAAAAAABhw/0lPPR1E30ys/s1600/babies2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZlpLdVxAhc/TcodnpGimWI/AAAAAAAABhw/0lPPR1E30ys/s320/babies2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> My cute boys!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-em9LlN3Rcqc/TcodpZrBu6I/AAAAAAAABh0/EoRVY3Vu3DU/s1600/babies3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-em9LlN3Rcqc/TcodpZrBu6I/AAAAAAAABh0/EoRVY3Vu3DU/s320/babies3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Riley after his bottle</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KeFQmBUiFps/TcodrWH5OuI/AAAAAAAABh4/LO4anzlfWDg/s1600/babies4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KeFQmBUiFps/TcodrWH5OuI/AAAAAAAABh4/LO4anzlfWDg/s320/babies4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Noah's look of determination</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cOu5tjW14WE/TcodsRngCsI/AAAAAAAABh8/TK0nvGvJQng/s1600/babies5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cOu5tjW14WE/TcodsRngCsI/AAAAAAAABh8/TK0nvGvJQng/s320/babies5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I LOVE the poses he does when he sleeps</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WE2gubzSNM4/TcodtvPK30I/AAAAAAAABiA/WyJlI25w_Ss/s1600/babies6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WE2gubzSNM4/TcodtvPK30I/AAAAAAAABiA/WyJlI25w_Ss/s320/babies6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The boys also had their one month check up today. Since they were born they've both gained 1 lb 14 oz. So Riley is 8lbs 10oz and Noah is 9lbs 6oz. I feel like they're both getting so big! But Riley is still only in the 18th percentile for weight and Noah is in the 35th. So they're still pretty little :) I could NOT imagine what a baby looked like in the 75th percentile if Noah seems big!Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-27229681688318753482011-05-03T22:06:00.000-07:002011-05-03T22:06:03.882-07:00Sweet Little Riley Guy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zjlx50k91dU/TcDeoLn3MTI/AAAAAAAABho/7O-uomd9kOY/s1600/rileyguy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zjlx50k91dU/TcDeoLn3MTI/AAAAAAAABho/7O-uomd9kOY/s400/rileyguy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Even though he likes to yell a lot, this kid melts my heart when he's calm and relaxed. So sweet! Love this boy!Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-37685394404477555292011-04-28T19:19:00.000-07:002011-04-28T19:19:28.356-07:00Heart Melter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AhAIqFmJnOA/Tbof80IPFTI/AAAAAAAABhk/-DEvUIyRBNQ/s1600/Noahguy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AhAIqFmJnOA/Tbof80IPFTI/AAAAAAAABhk/-DEvUIyRBNQ/s400/Noahguy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I cannot stop looking at this picture. It seriously melts my heart so much. Love this little Noah face. Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-49349896948373470612011-04-16T11:33:00.000-07:002011-04-16T11:33:00.203-07:00Pictures at home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QeZvFFxCF54/TaiQjvA_S_I/AAAAAAAABgs/gFs8pY8APN4/s1600/babies1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QeZvFFxCF54/TaiQjvA_S_I/AAAAAAAABgs/gFs8pY8APN4/s320/babies1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0K28Akt0Xs/TaiQkDPc5VI/AAAAAAAABgw/nUpjOJJHT70/s1600/babies2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0K28Akt0Xs/TaiQkDPc5VI/AAAAAAAABgw/nUpjOJJHT70/s320/babies2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Noah contemplating the meaning of life</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sAtEtx_7Cmw/TaiQladnY_I/AAAAAAAABg0/5Q4UdK8TU_s/s1600/babies3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sAtEtx_7Cmw/TaiQladnY_I/AAAAAAAABg0/5Q4UdK8TU_s/s320/babies3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This happened while Brent was at Target and I was home alone. This picture makes me laugh so hard I almost cry. I survived and got a really good picture out of it :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cv7phmcOuuI/TaiQxNrPkEI/AAAAAAAABg4/DEDW-XfjK_4/s1600/babies4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cv7phmcOuuI/TaiQxNrPkEI/AAAAAAAABg4/DEDW-XfjK_4/s320/babies4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Poor Riley was playing Edward Scissorhands with his face. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfIicN_phKU/TaiRNyF3VoI/AAAAAAAABg8/qJWYsSkKK6A/s1600/IMG_1760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfIicN_phKU/TaiRNyF3VoI/AAAAAAAABg8/qJWYsSkKK6A/s320/IMG_1760.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Sweet Noah</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KWOgKX8lkZ4/TaiRRKIyitI/AAAAAAAABhA/eJCsyLZU7IM/s1600/IMG_1761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KWOgKX8lkZ4/TaiRRKIyitI/AAAAAAAABhA/eJCsyLZU7IM/s320/IMG_1761.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Noah's first bath at home</div><br />
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Since my hospital bag had been packed for a month and a half, we didn't have much to do to get ready. Friday morning we checked in at the hospital at 5:30am, with a surgery time scheduled for 7:30. After we checked in they brought me to a room I would be recovering in after surgery. I changed into my gown and got my vitals taken and the babies monitored. They made me drink some really nasty antacid stuff that tasted like a warhead, minus the sweet part. I got my IV and my awesome doctor and anesthesiologist came in to talk to me. At 7:30 I was walked over to the OR and Brent was left by himself for a few minutes to put his scrubs on while I got my spinal block.<br />
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Once I got to the OR they sat me on the table and I could not stop shaking for the life of me. They said it was completely normal and that it was just from nerves. Then they said, "Don't worry, there's nothing you can do to stop it." Talk about magic words. I am not a fan of being told I can't do something. So I sat there on the OR table and willed the shakes out of me. After about 20 seconds I was done shaking (so maybe these stubborn boys waiting until they had to be taken out at 38 weeks to come into the world take after their mother a little) and they gave me a shot of lidocaine to numb my spine a little. Then they put in the needle for the spinal block. It was not bad at all. I was pretty nervous about this part, but it was NOT a big deal. I started feeling more numb and Brent was brought into the room (he looked so cute in his scrubs). The big curtain was drawn in front of my face and the c-section started. I had no idea they were even cutting and thought that I was going to feel it, but before I knew it the anesthesiologist told me, ok we're getting close! At 8:00am Riley Charles was born weighing 6lbs 12 oz. At 8:01am Noah Rlynn arrived weighing in at a whopping 7lbs 8oz. I will save the math for you. That's 14lbs 4 oz of baby that was hanging out in my uterus. No wonder I was measuring 47 weeks. I started crying when I heard them cry for the first time (I'm choking up now just thinking about it, but everything makes me cry right now. And I mean EVERYTHING) and could look over to my left and see them being cleaned off. Brent got to help cut Riley's cord while they delivered the placentas and stitched me up. They told me I would feel a lot of pressure but it really wasn't bad at all. I expected my c-section to be so much worse than it was. It was honestly not bad at all. Recovery was a little rougher, but still not as bad as other people had made it out to be.<br />
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Once I was stitched up we got out of the OR and went back in to the recovery room. I had hemorrhaged during surgery and was bleeding more than they wanted me to, so I had to stay in there a little while longer while they gave me pitocin to help slow the bleeding. During this time they took the babies vitals and Brent and I were able to be with our sons (crying again right now) together as a family for the first time. They put Riley on my chest for Kangaroo Care while Brent held Noah. It was one of the most amazing moments of my entire life. I've been told how people feel when they are with their kids for the first time, but I didn't know what to expect. It was the most calm, peaceful, amazing love I have ever felt in my life. As the days go by my love for them gets stronger and stronger and I cannot put in to words the way these boys make me feel. They are the most miraculous little humans I have ever met and when I even start to think about how blessed we are to have them in our lives, I start crying (see a trend?).<br />
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After the bleeding had slowed down we were taken to our hospital room where we would stay until Monday morning. My parents came and got to meet their grandsons. Seeing my parents with newborn babies is the most adorable thing. You can see how much they love them and it just melts my heart how excited they get just being around them and talking about them. My friend Alycia came that evening to meet the boys and she took some awesome pictures (that's nothing new, she always takes awesome pictures). The next day our good friends Dan and Brianne brought their cute family to visit. It was such a nice stay at the hospital and it was so fun to have people come say hello and meet the babies.<br />
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The recovery part was the hardest. I tried to sit up a few hours after surgery and ended up throwing up. I was so mad! I was pregnant with TWINS and didn't throw up my entire pregnancy. A few hours after surgery and I'm gagging and reaching for the barf bag. Annoying. A few hours later, though, I was able to sit up and then stand and take a few steps. Later that night I walked to the bathroom for the first time. By the next day I was doing a few laps around the halls with the babies in their little portable cribs. It was definitely painful, but it was not as bad as I expected. I'm still in pain, but I've been taking my pain medicine to help. I refused to be stubborn about that. I was offered it and so I took it and I think it helped a lot.<br />
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Now here we are and the boys are a week old today. I can't believe they're already a week old! They are seriously the most adorable little babies I have ever seen in my entire life. I love their little personalities (already VERY different) and the little facial expressions they make. Even after only getting an hour of sleep last night (ahem...Riley...) I can't help but adore everything about these guys.<br />
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Now on to the fun part! Pictures!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTdUokEB0rM/TaiKgguM10I/AAAAAAAABgI/zzh-KCMgZQw/s1600/P4082372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTdUokEB0rM/TaiKgguM10I/AAAAAAAABgI/zzh-KCMgZQw/s320/P4082372.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> My mom brought the boys a birthday cake</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCOFyjxv-9g/TaiKjagcZvI/AAAAAAAABgM/zXvucUa1sc4/s1600/P4082373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCOFyjxv-9g/TaiKjagcZvI/AAAAAAAABgM/zXvucUa1sc4/s320/P4082373.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Proud Grandparents</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zASEUEWdAAM/TaiKvlxmKyI/AAAAAAAABgQ/4_2tVWCfxQ8/s1600/P4082375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zASEUEWdAAM/TaiKvlxmKyI/AAAAAAAABgQ/4_2tVWCfxQ8/s320/P4082375.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Riley after his first bath</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R8etpUp5_qI/TaiK2X0sxTI/AAAAAAAABgU/6-rervNIIjw/s1600/P4082401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R8etpUp5_qI/TaiK2X0sxTI/AAAAAAAABgU/6-rervNIIjw/s320/P4082401.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Noah after his first bath</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imf1ZyCnZaY/TaiK8ER35YI/AAAAAAAABgY/UitQuV0Kn2E/s1600/P4082404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imf1ZyCnZaY/TaiK8ER35YI/AAAAAAAABgY/UitQuV0Kn2E/s320/P4082404.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Sucking on his brothers head</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iWO-NOHA0ww/TaiLC9_ENaI/AAAAAAAABgc/gqwlDGa8wl8/s1600/P4102424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iWO-NOHA0ww/TaiLC9_ENaI/AAAAAAAABgc/gqwlDGa8wl8/s320/P4102424.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Heading home!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZzWBdBbm8E/TaiLLiU-yCI/AAAAAAAABgg/bmc3iZinCNQ/s1600/P4112433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZzWBdBbm8E/TaiLLiU-yCI/AAAAAAAABgg/bmc3iZinCNQ/s320/P4112433.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Meeting Chip for the first time</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NU2RQ3Het1k/TaiLSdMoLqI/AAAAAAAABgk/UQikItuVDVY/s1600/P4112437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NU2RQ3Het1k/TaiLSdMoLqI/AAAAAAAABgk/UQikItuVDVY/s320/P4112437.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-32578007867755855262011-03-23T12:14:00.000-07:002011-03-23T12:14:38.682-07:00The babies are coming, the babies are coming!Well, maybe not today. But SOON! I get to go off my contraction blocking medication Friday (I will be 36 weeks) so we'll see if that makes a difference. My doctor said that when your uterus is this stretched out sometimes it has trouble contracting so I just might make it to 38 weeks. April 8th is the official date we have scheduled for our C-section. Baby A just does not want to turn his little breech butt around, so we don't have a choice other than to do a c-section. And I am 85% ok with that. My doc told me that recovery from a scheduled c-section can be easier than a difficult labor. And who knows how labor would be, so I guess it will be nice to go in and just have them take the little guys out! I am pretty scared for how much it's going to hurt after, though. <br />
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As of Monday I was measuring 43 weeks. That's 3 weeks more than someone at full term with one baby. And I still have two weeks to go. Needless to say, I'm huge. I found that I have zero sympathy for other pregnant women. Luckily I don't have whiny pregnant friends. But some of the people I'm "friends" with on Facebook drive me nuts. They complain about every little ache and pain and how tough it is to be pregnant. Here's an idea. How about you look at your tummy and be grateful for the little life you have growing in there. I said at the beginning of my pregnancy that I will NOT complain about anything that has to do with being pregnant. So when people ask me how I'm doing I smile and say good. Because I AM good. I refuse to complain about swelling or pain or how many times a night I have to get up to pee. Because the reason that I feel that way is because I'm carrying two little guys! Even if I have days where I don't feel the best (and that's ok) it's because I get to be a mom of two sweet little boys very soon. I'm sure my feelings have a lot to do with the fact that we tried for so long to get pregnant and the steps we had to take to get there. So in some ways I look at that as a blessing. Maybe if I had gotten pregnant right away I would have been Pregzilla when I got to this point. While I definitely wasn't happy about it at the time, I'm grateful that I was able to go through what I did so I can realize how special it is to be able to carry a healthy baby (or two!) and how I need to focus on the positive aspects of pregnancy.<br />
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My doctor also told me that 75% of twin pregnancies don't get as far along as I am now. Most are born between 34-35 weeks. Brent and I were SURE that these babies were going to be born in early/mid March. But here I am, still gestating away. And I owe so much of that to Brent. I don't have to do anything around here. He gets home from his super busy day at work and does whatever chores need to be done around the house. Then on Saturday he does all the big stuff (vacuum the house, mop, clean the bathrooms, etc). I miss cleaning sooo much (I'm nerdy like that), but it's been so nice to not have to worry about having a messy house or trying to do it myself. He is such an amazing man and I'm so grateful for all the support and help he's been these last 9 months. And because of him and the fact that I can lay around most of the day, our babies are big enough that they probably (cross your fingers) won't need NICU time for being small. Our last growth scan at 34 weeks had the babies weighing in at 5lbs 3 oz and 5lbs 8 oz. And this week during my doctors appointment the doctor said that they're really starting to look chubby in the ultrasound (which is awesome because chunky babies are so cute!). Plus, I told Brent that right now as the babies are still growing in me they're getting Girl Scout Cookies, banana smoothies, PB&J's, etc. When they come out they get formula. I can't blame them for wanting to stay in for as long as they can!<br />
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It's crazy that we're at this point. Everything is built, (mostly) washed, organized, and the cribs and pack n play have been tested out by Maggie (they all are still standing after Moo sat in them for a little). So now we just get to sit (or in my case lay) and wait for these cute little buggers to get here! Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-26872755750734373932011-03-09T12:27:00.000-08:002011-03-09T12:27:29.173-08:00Maternity Pictures!Talk about talented! My friend Alycia is an AMAZING photographer and she took some pictures of me and Brent in downtown Snohomish. We had such a fun time hanging out and getting our pictures taken. Brent also happened to be going home teaching right after, so that's why he's wearing a suit. But since he wears a suit 6 days a week anyway, it is pretty accurate to real life. If I was trying to make myself accurate I would have had a sweatshirt, comfy pants, and a pony tail. And the pony tail would be if I was extra ambitious that day. <br />
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Thanks for doing such an amazing job, Alycia! If anyone wants to check out her website or book her for pictures her website is: <a href="http://www.puzzlepiecephotography.com/">puzzlepiecephotography.com</a><br />
and her blog is <a href="http://puzzlepiecephotography.com/blog/">http://puzzlepiecephotography.com/blog/</a>Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-78390160576540526992011-02-20T21:19:00.000-08:002011-02-20T21:19:56.288-08:00Fur Balls!My awesome friend, Alycia, is an amazing photographer and I told her that it drives me crazy when I try to take pictures and the flash makes my pets blink or makes their eyes look demonic. So she got out her camera bag and dug around for a second and whipped out this light diffusing thing that clips on the top of your camera and makes the flash not as bright. I was playing around with it tonight and I LOVE it!<br />
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Macie absolutely HATES getting her picture taken. But for some reason when I had the light diffuser in my hand she wanted to sniff it. So I let her. Then I put it on top of the camera and she was soooo intrigued! She actually let me take a bunch of pictures of her and they're some of the best we've gotten of her in a long time! She also got her teeth cleaned Friday and a bath yesterday so she looked extra pretty. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSJit1pWr3A/TWH0GAxA4BI/AAAAAAAABeY/X2FYaEuVr2A/s1600/IMG_1700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSJit1pWr3A/TWH0GAxA4BI/AAAAAAAABeY/X2FYaEuVr2A/s320/IMG_1700.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I love this one!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f_doLsodbPU/TWH0L0QafGI/AAAAAAAABec/L7SoteNLAVc/s1600/IMG_1701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f_doLsodbPU/TWH0L0QafGI/AAAAAAAABec/L7SoteNLAVc/s320/IMG_1701.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-92EFskpEHb4/TWH0R21nNZI/AAAAAAAABek/rIyX1gxa3n8/s1600/IMG_1708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-92EFskpEHb4/TWH0R21nNZI/AAAAAAAABek/rIyX1gxa3n8/s320/IMG_1708.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Chip was napping when we started the Macie Photoshoot</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WNVnJw2BgeU/TWH0V8FEvmI/AAAAAAAABeo/4EYtV6MhtoA/s1600/IMG_1698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WNVnJw2BgeU/TWH0V8FEvmI/AAAAAAAABeo/4EYtV6MhtoA/s320/IMG_1698.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> But woke up pretty soon after we started and wanted in on the action.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-chRaUbb6bjo/TWH0XnNreEI/AAAAAAAABes/iqq_bPFhA80/s1600/IMG_1704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-chRaUbb6bjo/TWH0XnNreEI/AAAAAAAABes/iqq_bPFhA80/s320/IMG_1704.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJgqL5PofJ8/TWH0ZOeSlEI/AAAAAAAABew/G18l_WBFg2o/s1600/IMG_1706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJgqL5PofJ8/TWH0ZOeSlEI/AAAAAAAABew/G18l_WBFg2o/s320/IMG_1706.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Little poser.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MzGUkg5pVow/TWH0cYqkv6I/AAAAAAAABe0/HDar6U4q2-I/s1600/IMG_1710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MzGUkg5pVow/TWH0cYqkv6I/AAAAAAAABe0/HDar6U4q2-I/s320/IMG_1710.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The kitties came downstairs later and I tried to get some pictures of them. Emma did pretty well, but only let me take a couple. I love this one of her, even though she's kind of giving a stink eye.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EUgXuOlIfTU/TWH01K3M8SI/AAAAAAAABfA/PcEVTEha5CI/s1600/IMG_1717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EUgXuOlIfTU/TWH01K3M8SI/AAAAAAAABfA/PcEVTEha5CI/s320/IMG_1717.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Maggie, on the other hand, was much more difficult. She might be a hardcore Momma's girl, but she takes after her dad when it comes to having sensitive eyes and blinking for pictures :) In every picture I took of her, her eyes were half shut, or shut all the way. Oh well, she's still a cute girl.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWOi96Z82To/TWH05NLdhBI/AAAAAAAABfE/i8djmp3X07w/s1600/IMG_1734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWOi96Z82To/TWH05NLdhBI/AAAAAAAABfE/i8djmp3X07w/s320/IMG_1734.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-29287798392878645652011-02-14T11:56:00.000-08:002011-02-14T11:56:27.614-08:00Little ChunksEvery 4 weeks we have a super detailed growth scan of the babies to make sure they're growing well, one isn't a lot bigger than the other and their fluid levels are good. We had one this past Friday. What we found out makes me laugh a lot. <br />
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I'm currently measuring 37 weeks, even though I'm only 30 1/2 (my doctor said I'm right on track for having twins) but then I started thinking about how big I'm going to be in a few weeks! During the growth scan they measure 3 different angles of the head, a couple different measurements on the stomach, the thigh bone, and the upper arm bone. I think there might be another one, but I forget what it is. Anyway, they take all these measurements and calculate them to see what the babies weigh and how big they are measuring. At 30 weeks Baby A weighed 3 lbs 6 oz and Baby B weighed in at a whopping 3 lbs. 14 oz.! I thought that sounded pretty big. And then they took out the comparison chart.<br />
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Turns out the chart is for singletons. So my twins were getting compared to single baby growth rates at 30 weeks. Baby A was in the 81th percentile for weight. And Baby B was in the 96th percentile! I am growing some seriously large babies! No wonder Baby B's cheeks looked chubby in the 3D ultrasound pictures :)<br />
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This did make me super happy, though. I keep reading that this is the time that twins start slowing down in growth since they're almost out of room. So my minimum goal is to keep these little (or not so little) guys in here until they weigh at LEAST 5 pounds each. Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-6740056263729026852011-01-21T11:46:00.000-08:002011-01-21T11:46:44.909-08:003D Babies!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here is a picture of me at 25 weeks 2 days. I've grown a lot since then. I've gone online and checked out pictures of other moms having twins at 25 weeks, and surprisingly I could be a lot bigger!<img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_27yI0z4KR3Y/TTnd5nzHOZI/AAAAAAAABeA/qIvAgfZWVhI/s400/IMG_1633.JPG" width="400" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Last week (at 26 weeks) we had an ultrasound and they were able to get some 3D pictures of the little guys. Their little faces melt my cold black heart already.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_27yI0z4KR3Y/TTneAmpN6HI/AAAAAAAABeE/OBYxYmtvXaU/s1600/IMG_1637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_27yI0z4KR3Y/TTneAmpN6HI/AAAAAAAABeE/OBYxYmtvXaU/s400/IMG_1637.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_27yI0z4KR3Y/TTneFn2hQmI/AAAAAAAABeI/SAIN712EQ9g/s1600/IMG_1636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_27yI0z4KR3Y/TTneFn2hQmI/AAAAAAAABeI/SAIN712EQ9g/s400/IMG_1636.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Baby B was a little less shy posing for pictures. I think it looks like he has chubby cheeks already!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_27yI0z4KR3Y/TTneMTLfhaI/AAAAAAAABeM/JMVCKZf0OXg/s1600/IMG_1645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_27yI0z4KR3Y/TTneMTLfhaI/AAAAAAAABeM/JMVCKZf0OXg/s400/IMG_1645.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_27yI0z4KR3Y/TTneRMr-wgI/AAAAAAAABeQ/3S74lOVaE2o/s1600/IMG_1646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_27yI0z4KR3Y/TTneRMr-wgI/AAAAAAAABeQ/3S74lOVaE2o/s400/IMG_1646.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>I absolutely love being pregnant. Sure, there are some things I am really looking forward to after the babies are born (like eating cookie dough and putting on my right sock. For some reason, I have trouble with the right one), but for now I'm so grateful for the opportunity I have to grow two little babies. Especially now that they're moving around so much! Last night I was laying in our Love Sac and looked down at my belly and something moved across it. I don't know if it was a knee or an elbow or if he was just flipping over, but my entire belly looked like it had a mind of it's own and it was crazy!!!<br />
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On the coordination scale from 1-10 I'm normally a 4 (MAYBE a 5 on a really good day). Pregnancy makes me go into the negatives, if that's possible. Especially if I'm trying to climb out of the Love Sac or roll out of bed. I feel like a weeble wobble all the time, except for the fact that when I'm down I normally stay that way. <br />
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Seeing these pictures of the little guys makes me so excited for them to get here! But I would definitely have them stay inside me for a couple more months so they can finish growing and chunk up a little more :)Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-50331341693828894752011-01-11T14:31:00.000-08:002011-01-11T14:31:48.718-08:00Little UpdateAside from Christmas and New Years, I feel like we haven't been up to much. After we got back from Utah for Thanksgiving I had a doctors appointment and discovered my cervix was beginning to funnel (open) at the top. Considering I was barely 20 weeks pregnant, it was not a very good thing. So he put me on some meds and told me to keep off my feet as much as possible (a very nice way of saying modified bedrest, without using those words). Since I would much rather spend time laying around at home than laying around at the hospital, I did a very good job of not doing much. And it paid off! My last visit I was able to stop the medication and he told me to keep taking it easy, but I didn't have to be quite so extreme. <br />
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My last visit I had to do the gestational diabetes test. I was a tiny bit worried since the chance of developing GD with twins is a lot higher, but luckily the test results said I didn't have it. Next appointment, thanks to my Rh negative mother sharing her negative blood type with me, I have to get my Rhogam shot. I'm pretty much a pro at getting shots by now, so it's not a big deal. But I still told my mom she owes me a Blizzard since it's her fault. :)<br />
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We've gotten most of the big baby items now, and it's so crazy to think there will be two little boys here to use them soon! I definitely procrastinated a little on getting stuff because I've been pretty superstitious about the whole pregnancy. But I figured that I'm 25 weeks now and it's probably time to get some stuff for these little tikes. I've also been pretty emotional lately about being pregnant with these boys. I walked into the nursery the other day and saw all the stuff we had and started crying. I just honestly never thought I would get to this point. And now we're about to have not just one but two little miracles come into our lives. I will never be able to describe in words how much these babies mean to me. And even though we had to go through so much to get them here, it is completely worth it. Trials suck. I'll never say I'm grateful for them. But I'm grateful for when they're over and that I've learned so much from them. <br />
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I've always known how lucky I am to have Brent. But he never fails to amaze me even more than he already has. When I was put on bedrest, he completely took over the house. He works 10-12 hours a day and comes home and takes care of the house. On the weekends he does an amazing job making sure the house is clean and everything is in order. It's been hard for me not to be able to do things around the house (especially since I was a crazy cleaning lady before), but I'm so grateful for him stepping up and taking over everything. Not just that, but he does it with a smile on his cute face. <br />
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I'm getting pretty huge and I'm perfectly ok with that. But chances are I probably won't be putting many pictures up on here :) but to paint a mental picture of what's going on: Brent told me when I had my robe on the other day it's funny because the tie on my robe is getting shorter and shorter. Pretty soon I wonder if there's going to be anything left to tie!Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679644981010860964.post-71472727277494865902010-12-06T11:30:00.000-08:002010-12-06T11:30:34.086-08:00Belly shots<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">16 weeks 2 days</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_27yI0z4KR3Y/TP04HzdZf2I/AAAAAAAABdo/ecropYzH_5E/s320/IMG_1569.JPG" width="320" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> 18 weeks 2 days</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_27yI0z4KR3Y/TP04O83QrVI/AAAAAAAABds/mBAbk-cESxs/s1600/IMG_1575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_27yI0z4KR3Y/TP04O83QrVI/AAAAAAAABds/mBAbk-cESxs/s320/IMG_1575.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> 20 weeks 2 days (we take these on Sunday. I don't normally dress up during the day. Brent's lucky if I have clothes on at all when he gets home)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_27yI0z4KR3Y/TP04TI0YPLI/AAAAAAAABdw/6H8vWMXRU6A/s1600/IMG_1581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_27yI0z4KR3Y/TP04TI0YPLI/AAAAAAAABdw/6H8vWMXRU6A/s320/IMG_1581.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_27yI0z4KR3Y/TP04W5YRcOI/AAAAAAAABd0/ZHKdEGo5rzg/s1600/IMG_1571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_27yI0z4KR3Y/TP04W5YRcOI/AAAAAAAABd0/ZHKdEGo5rzg/s320/IMG_1571.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I realize (and enough people have told me) that if I'm this big at 20 weeks, I'm going to be huge. I told Brent I'm not going to be a house, I'm going to be the whole freaking cul-de-sac. And you know what? I can't wait.<br />
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I FINALLY felt the babies move. At about 17 weeks I felt my first kick. But then I didn't really feel anything for a couple weeks. Then at 19 weeks Baby A started moving up a storm. I actually got to feel him have hiccups! It was the cutest thing :) Baby B is a little tougher to feel because his placenta is in the front, so if he kicks he gets the placenta and not me. But I started feeling him a little a couple days ago. Best feeling ever!Sam and Brenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17646545147058480230noreply@blogger.com3