Thursday, August 27, 2015

George Moment #11

This morning was just all sorts of awesome.  I got up before George to feed the girls, who then went right back to sleep.  At that time George had woken up and I went to open his door to let him out; we used to have the exit from his toddler bed blocked off with two storage boxes full of baby clothes, but recently I decided to take them away because I feel like George is adequately comfortable with his new "big boy bed".  So now, instead of having to go and pull him out of bed he can get out himself and will play in his room for a while before he's ready to start the day.

This morning, when I opened the door, George hadn't even left his bed yet, he was still reading the two books we like to leave in there.  "Good morning!" he said.

Because the girls were asleep, George and I immediately had some bonding time.  He eventually requested that I play the game where I count to three and then toss him onto our bed.  We played that a few times--me stopping once or twice to stick a binky back into a baby's mouth--until we were both lay down on the bed, him counting my fingers with me.  I started telling him the story of Sleeping Beauty (Disney version, the classic is pretty dang creepy) and when I got to the end I told him about the prince kissing Aurora awake and George came over and kissed me "awake", annnd it may have been the cutest thing ever.  My Prince George!

After that I asked George if he wanted to brush his teeth with me, so we headed into the bathroom and I got him started before I started brushing my own teeth.  George hates the start where I need to actually brush his teeth for him, but then I give him his toothbrush and let him run it under the water and then suck it out of the bristles--which, I don't know if that sounds weird, but, dude, that's totally something that I did all the time when I was a kid, and thus I'm weirdly proud!

Once George was done "brushing" his teeth, he asked to play on my computer so I plopped him down on the chair and let him pound on the keyboard and click away with the mouse while I finished getting ready.  I was painting on an awesome cat eye when I realized that George was SUPER quiet.  Which, as a parent, you know that either the kid's favorite show is on or they're probably doing something that they shouldn't be.  I glance out the bathroom door and, lo and behold, George had climbed up onto my desk and was busily drawing in his leg with a pen.  I literally started laughing and walked over and started taking pictures--because I'm a good example like that.  I finally pulled him off the desk and explained that A) we don't use pens on our bodies and B) we don't climb on the desk.  And I guess C) no more desk for George.







But yeah, even though it was a total no-no, it was also pretty hilarious.  Luckily it came off really easily with just a baby wipe, I was wondering if I was going to have to go to extremes or just let him walk around looking like a spaz.  (Not that George would've cared at all.)





Oh, and in other adventurous news today... George figured out how to open doors.  Yep.  That'll be interesting.  So far he doesn't utilize the skill like he could, so let's hope he stays in the dark on the usefulness of it for getting into things.

George Moment #10

George:  How are you, Mom?
Heather:  I'm good, how are you?
George:  I'm two, I'm good.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Why We Are In Love #17

Heather:  Have you ever listened to Shania Twain?
Bradley:  No, she don't impress me much.

Tuesday

Why write about Tuesday?  Well, Tuesday was just one of those days that reminded me how much I loved my upbringing, how much I loved growing up in the family and home that I did, and how much I just freaking love my family.

Tuesday morning, just as George went down for a nap, my little brother, James, popped up at the top of the stairs.  He'll be leaving for college at the end of the week, but for now he's still hanging with these homies, dawg.  (Wow, that was a sad sentence.)  "George and the girls sleeping?" he asked and I said that George had indeed done so.

"Want to play some Super Smash?"  Um, YES.

We started gaming it up.  I sucked so hard.  SO HARD.  When did I start sucking even more butt at that game?  I used to actually be decent once upon a time.  Oh, the humanity.  Drama, I know.  But yeah, it was great.  Game after game (and loss after loss for me), lots of joking and laughter.  Then Alix and Wyatt got to my parent's house and were making their way down into the basement, and suddenly it was us three siblings, playing like we had done countless times in our lives.  This time was a tad different because I had a very cute baby nephew laying on me, but there was still the joking (and me losing some more) and laughter and teasing and sibling-ing.  It was great.

My parents came in for lunch and we went upstairs to join them for some breakfast burritos.  We all lounged and watched an episode of Arrow together and that family dynamic we've had all growing up was back in swing.  Dad fast-forwarding too fast.  James putting his feet on Dad's head, who's laying on the floor in front of the couch.  Dad being a nerd and requesting twelve different runs for things like ice cream, Diet Pepsi, or the remote. Mom usually being the one stuck getting those things for Dad.  Mom being awesome and playing with my hair when I ask.  Alix and I battling over the hair love from Mom.  Everyone making stupid comments about actors and actresses and their hair.  Mom basically being able to write the episode.  Dad always guessing exactly who the bad guy is or what the twist will be.  All of this in a forty-five minute episode.  Epic.

Mom and Dad head back out to work and so we head back downstairs and, with George up and requesting, "It's a game!  It's a game!" we fire up Mario Kart on the Wii U.  Different game console from the Mario Kart we played as kids on the N64, but the same family fun.  Racing, beaning each other with turtle shells to jump ahead, and lots and lots of trash-talking.  (Alix may be the best trash-talker, but James has the best comebacks.)  Did I mention that I love my siblings?  If Ken had been there it would have been the best anarchy.  Brad did come to join us once he was home from work and that was a blast!

At one point when it was just Alix and I playing Mario Kart, Alix was having fun playing with Maren and then George on her lap while I held Wy-Guy.  It was magic.







(Sofia was snoozing during the fun.)

I love my family.  I'm glad that my little family has them in their lives.

Tuesday was a great day.

Monday, August 24, 2015

The Prayer

Having kids and wanting them to have a strong relationship with their Heavenly Father and their Savior makes me think often about how exactly that happens.  The beauty of Heavenly Father's plan of our Savior's Atonement isn't really something that you grasp in its fullness as a two year-old, but it's not like there's a magical age where I'll be able to just lay it all out at once and George will be all, "Hmm, I get that," and feel all the warm fuzzies that I have with it.  So yeah, I think about this a lot, how to help foster the relationship with God that I know brings a lot of light, focus, and happiness into life.

Today I was putting George down for his afternoon nap.  He was already in his crib, snuggled up and having a drink before he went to sleep.  As I was folding some blankets to go put them away I glanced over at George and realized that we hadn't prayed that morning.  So I knelt down at the side of his crib and began to pray.

George doesn't get super involved yet, but he is silent and watching me as I pray.  I began to thank Heavenly Father for the good morning we had experienced together.  After the girls had been laid down for their naps a little bit earlier, George and I were able to hang out in my bedroom before he was ready to lay down.  We sang songs and played on the bed.  It was a nice, happy, uninterrupted moment with each other.  Because the girls were asleep, George had my full attention and I had his.  There was no TV, no toys, no games, just him and me in a sunny bedroom, hanging out--and I was so grateful for it.

I continued to pray, thinking back on the morning as I did so.  Earlier George had been playing with the video baby monitor, which he's not supposed to do.  I explained that it wasn't a toy and took it from him and he got upset (you know, two year-old.  It's fun times).  I was holding Maren on my knees at that moment and George sort of swatted at her at which point I immediately said, "We don't hit.  We don't touch people like that.  We're soft," and I grabbed his hand and showed him how to softly touch Maren.  "Soft," George said, and he reached back again and touched Maren softly.  I knew that he was struggling with his new sisters and still didn't quite get why they were there, and so I asked in my prayer that we all be blessed in this transition to a family of five, especially George.  I prayed that he be comforted as he struggled, that he could learn to see the girls like Heavenly Father sees them, and that he could come to see them as the blessings they were, that one day the three of them could be best friends.

I felt a strong, warm feeling as I prayed, and I knew that through this small and simple prayer I was opening George up to an understanding of the Atonement.  That even in our struggles with life changes like new siblings that may leave us feeling stressed, we have a loving Heavenly Father who provided a Savior that knows exactly how we're feeling and is there to help us carry that burden.  That's definitely not what I said as we prayed, but I saw that the simple things I did say were a basic example of a larger knowledge of the Atonement:  pray to your Father in Heaven to ask for help when we're struggling to be better.

It was such a cool realization that, hey, these little moments do a lot.  I can show George a love for Christ and his sacrifice with simple things such as prayers for help to do what we need to do.  That's cool.  The Gospel is truly beautiful in its simplicity, and I'm grateful that as a parent it is taught in simplicity as well.  I guess it's something I've always known, like in Jesus and His example as he taught with things like parables and such, but I guess I had never really applied that to parenting.  My parents taught me a love for the Gospel through example.  My mom taught me to serve by involving me as she made lunch for the missionaries.  My dad taught me the importance of listening to the Spirit as he heeded to those promptings himself.  My parents didn't sit me down in front of a white board and drill scripture into my head, they taught me by keeping the commandments themselves.

That moment, praying with George--a prayer that I offered at the last second after realizing I had spaced to do it when we woke up--I learned a lot about how I want to be as a parent.  I don't expect myself to ever be perfect, but I do know that as I continue to work hard to be better then I also feel better.  I know that when I'm not farting around my time, when I'm actively involved with my kids, when I work hard, that's when I feel happiest.  I know that when George is right there with me during the day, working alongside me as I teach him how to pick up, or when we're running outside or just singing a tune together over lunch, that's when he's happiest too.

And hey, George just woke up from his nap!  So here's to everyday being a day that I can work hard to be better not only for myself, but for my kids, because that's where the learning really takes place--in the home, watching Mom and Dad.

George at Two Years, Part Two

NOTE:  Uh, sorry this is so late in being posted!  I've had it written for forever but just got to adding pictures because, well, I suck.  But hey, my house is almost all clean!  And having three kids has sort of been way more awesome than I imagined, so there's that!  Life is great over here, and I'm picking up the writing again, which is nice, right?!  (Okay, fine, nobody cares, alright, alright.  Onto the actual post.)


Man, with these twin girls born everything about George has become so grown-up.  I seriously came home from the hospital and was immediately struck by how big my little boy was!  Seriously, it felt like he had grown a ton while I was gone.  Slightly depressing.  Also weird because it was just like I left him and he was little, and I came home from the hospital and he had become monstrously huge.





The Spider-Man Theme Song strikes again--seriously, you can put anything to that tune!  This month, in our attempts to coax an interest into George for the girlies, I put the phrase "feed the baby" to the tune and George loves it, it's pretty hilarious.  He'll see me feeding either Sofia or Maren and he'll sing, "Feed the baby, feed the baby!"  "Change the bum" also still applies.  That tune can make anything awesome.

George is just talking more and more, forming sentences out of the blue, picking up stuff really fast, it's been so fun to hear.  You can ask him what he wants for breakfast (a lot of the time that's "hot dog", haha).  When he wants more, you can ask him, "More what?" and he'll tell you, "More hot dog!"  "Please" and "thank you" are doing great, there are reminders needed sometimes but he'll do it on it his own so much it's cute to hear!

George loves to tell us that we should go outside.  He still loves being out in the yard, picking up sticks, playing in the dirt, and running around.  He'll play on his own for a long time outside, once you're out there he's basically like, "See ya, sucker!" and goes off to do his own thing.





Recently we turned on the fountain in the front yard for my brother's homecoming and the girl's blessing day and George LOVED playing in that.  Wherever there's water, this kid will find it.  We dumped out a bucket of water we had set aside for firework safety and he immediately went over and sat in the puddle to play.  When he makes his circle around from the side yard to the back where the pool house is he will always make a pit stop at the door to say, "Swimming!  Let's go swimming!"  He loves it.  Still loves bath time.  He'll basically chant, "Water!" whenever he sees it, including when he just sees you turn on the sink.

George has officially upgraded to a booster seat (kindly purchased by his Grandma Michelle), so rather than the high chair he sits at the counter with the rest of us and he loves it.  He's become a more well-rounded eater, and eats pretty much all his food groups every meal.  Vegetables still aren't his favorite, but he's been slightly more open to them.  Otherwise, he's been WAY more willing to try new foods.  He now loves chocolate, blackberries, raspberries, candy, cake, turkey, pastrami, among many, many other things that he previously didn't dig so much.  As for favorites, he still loves marshmallows more than most anything.  If you give him Lucky Charms, he'll pick those suckers right out and then ask for more, totally ignoring the cereal, haha.  It's awesome.

He still has a fear of anything with a motor that lacks wheels.  It's an interesting event, vacuuming in this house.  We have to make sure he's outside or on another floor, he hates it that much, hahaha.  Brad also attempted introducing George to the sprinklers the other day.  Uh, yeah, did not go over so well.  He basically hated it.  Kids are so weird.





He sleeps through the entire night!  Yes, my night drinker doesn't wake up once for a drink, it's awesome--and hey, sort of perfect timing with already waking up with two other babies throughout the night!  Although I truly never minded him waking up for a drink, but still it's made having twins an easier transition.  So, thank you, George!

However, George has truly become a two year-old.  Yep.  Uh-oh.  Repeating directions is what we do all day.  When he gets frustrated with it, he lets out this high-pitch, horrible noise.  It's truly enjoyable, trust me.  There's a lot more tears from him when he's unable to do or have what he's asking for, but he's slowly learning that it gets him nowhere!  We are working hard to talk to him about how he's feeling and the correct way to express it and so hopefully we can help him out.  Overall, it's pretty dang mild, it's just weird coming from George, our normally super-mellow child when it comes to receiving direction.

George is becoming so dang social, it's awesome!  My little brother, James, came home from his two-year service mission to Chile for our church this month; the last time George had seen James was when George was two-months old, so we weren't sure how he'd react to James.  To our surprise, George loves James.  The first morning James was back, George came upstairs, saw James, and exclaimed, "It's JAMES!"





George chit-chats all day long to anyone who will listen, especially to himself.  He's also started singing a lot to himself; he'll make up random songs as he's wandering through the house and it's super adorable.  He still picks up the tunes and words to songs ridiculously fast.  He heard, "Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes" one time and had it down.  He's really good at it.  We still joke he's going to be a choir nerd like his grandma, haha.

Teeth growth was rampant this month and lead to a grumpy George some days.  George has had his last four teeth in the front all growing in at the same time, but it hasn't been until the last two on bottom have finally popped through that he's really felt the hurt.  He woke up with a fever and in pain with those suckers, but then powered through it with a freaking long nap the next day!  But we've yet to see those fabled monsters of the two-year molars.  I'm scared.

George is super obsessed with my mom.  He still loves Uncle Brandon, but I think he's legit favorite is his Grandma Christy.  He'll see her while he's eating lunch or whatever and he'll seriously start exclaiming that he's all done eating because he wants her to hold him so badly.  He loves sharing her drink and making her play Candy Crush with her.  He loves to sing with her, play outside with her, and gets a little upset when she has the nerve to use the bathroom and make him wait on the other side of the door.  He's also not happy when she heads out to the shop to work without inviting him to come along.  Basically, I think he'd choose to marry her if he could.  Or become Siamese twins, whatever works.





As for how George has transitioned to big brother, well, he still technically hasn't accepted that role, haha.  He doesn't hate on the girls, he doesn't bug them at all, in fact he basically just sort of pretends that they don't exist for the most part of the day.  He's kissed their heads and their toes once or twice, and often stops to say, "Awww, cute!" when he sees them, but that's just about it.  If you ask him if he wants to hold one of his sisters he just ignores you or very solidly tells you, "No," before walking away, haha.  It's actually been easier to transition into three kids with this sort of attitude from him because I'm not having to constantly hawk over the girls when he's around since he literally just leaves them totally alone.  He's accidentally leaned on Maren and drove a car on Sofia's head once, however, haha.  Which, both of those times the girls did not care, so it's so far smooth sailing for these new siblings!

Since George totally skipped the wobbly walking stage and just went right into walking like he's been doing it the whole time, it's been easy to jump to the next steps that he needs to catch up on.  We've been working on kicking, jumping, and walking up and down the stairs this month.  He'll also spin around in circles with you, which has been SO much fun and such an easy way to play with him and get some energy out.  He runs so fast, it's hilarious to watch.  Nothing makes him run faster than when he sees my dad's office door open, he just loves going in there and as soon as he spots an opening he's booking it across the main floor!  He loves to be chased, and even more he loves to wrestle with Brad.  He's now to the point that he'll even initiate the challenge with Brad, it's so freaking fun to watch!  It's watch I've always imagined him and his dad doing, it's the cutest thing ever!





We've begun going to the park together again, just him and I, in these last weeks before Brad goes back to work.  Recently he's begun to play pretend concerning his favorite show, PAW Patrol, and in the show when the puppies are going out to save the day they ride down a slide into their prospective vehicles before taking off.  So, when George and I were at the park the other day and I suggested we go down the slide together, once at the top George looked back at me with this beaming look on his face and said, "PAW Patrol is on a roll!" and we had fun playing that we were the PAW Patrol off to save the day, it was so fun!  I love pretend play!

And yeah, I really can't end this post without discussing George's undying love for PAW Patrol.  We were in sacrament for the girls' baby blessing and the moment Brad started Sofia's blessing George started singing the PAW Patrol theme song, it was hilarious, haha.  Alix, Sarah, and I immediately started giggling, we knew exactly what he was singing.  You can find that kid singing that song all throughout the day, chanting the names of all the pups:  "Marshall, Rubble, Chase, Rocky, Zuma, Skye!"  He'll find you and the remote and saw, "Watch a show?  PAW Patrol!"  He's obsessed.  So obsessed.  He loves that show dearly, seriously.  He could watch it for hours if I let him, and he'll sit and watch the whole thing, he's even got many episodes memorized, it makes us laugh every time.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Sofia and Maren at One Month

NOTE:  Sorry for the lack of posting.  Just having fun with life with three kids!  (And, you know, trying to catch-up on all the housework that got pushed to the side while I was pregnant.)  But I really want to get back to posting more frequently, especially memories and thoughts as well as the monthly updates on the now kids, as in plural.  Phew, cah-ray-zee.


I can't decide if I want to separate the girls' updates out into two separate postings, one for each gal, or if I'm cool lumping them into one.  Twins make things a little awkward, haha.  But I think I'll stick to one lump sum of girliness for now and we'll see how we feel about it later.





So, wow.  They're here and the first month went by so fast.  It seems like just yesterday we were having hordes of random visitors in the hospital to come see the "big twins".  I'm still shocked that they weighed as much as they did at birth!  (Birth story to come later.)  These girls really are wonderful.  The transition to three kids hasn't been hard at all because they're seriously just bosses!  And they beautiful.  SO BEAUTIFUL.  And yet so completely not-alike-at-all.  They're definitely fraternal.

Sofia is petite, coming in the lower percentile for height and weight.  But her head is in the 65th percentile!  So she's got an Anderson noggin!  She was born with brown hair but it looks like the new stuff is coming in blonde, which is going to look awesome with her eyes when she grows up!  Her eyes are just bright blue and so gorgeous.  They're even more noticeable because she's the queen of eye contact.  You pick her up and hold her and she'll just make severe and serious eye contact the whole time.  We love it!

Sofia has her dad's full lips, just beautiful.  She's also got Brad's skin tone.  And, okay, she just really, really looks like her dad.  He holds her and it looks like they're the twins.  It's so freaking adorable.  Seriously, you get a picture of newborn Brad and newborn Sofia--nearly identical.  And hey, we can now see that should Brad ever want to Caitlin Jenner himself, he'd make a gorgeous woman.  So there's that!  However, she looks super Anderson as well.  When my dad holds her, she looks like him.  She also looks a lot like my sister, Alix, sometimes.  I'm not sure what family genetics are going to pop as she gets older, but either way works for me!





Maren is so not petite!  She's in the 85th percentile for height, she's a tall girl!  But her head is tiny.  So tiny.  I can't remember the percentile, but it's below 50th for sure.  But she's got some big doe eyes that are so dark blue that they're basically black right now (DEMON EYES.  C'mon, Supernatural, it's awesome).  Maren was also born with some dang shockingly dark brown hair.  I'm talking my mom's hair color over here, and I love it.  I really hope it stays, but genetically speaking neither Brad nor I have hair that dark so I'm wondering if it's going to lighten up.  So far it hasn't fallen out or gotten darker, so we're waiting to see what new hair growth looks like.

While Sofia looks remarkable like her dad, Maren looks just like her mom.  Again, we found a picture of me as a newborn and it was identical to newborn Maren.  It's kind of hilarious that we each have a mini me right now!  Maren kind of butt-kissed with the ears though as we can see that she has one ear that's like mine and one that's like Brad's.  The one on her left side looks like my ear, and the one on her right side looks like Brad's ear.  It's super cute.  And it's just like her Uncle James, who has the same thing.





Sofia and Maren's personalities are totally different as well.  Seriously, SO different, it's been hilarious to see their personalities develop and to see how clear and distinct they already are at a month old.

Sofia is utterly outspoken, or "Screamin' Sofie".  Not only does she cry louder, but sometimes she cries out like a raptor shriek and it makes everyone laugh.  Before she starts crying she'll basically yell at you like, "AHH!" in a high pitch yell, basically to call your attention to her.  Sofia loves to remind you that you're not making awkwardly long eye contact with her and, again, it makes us laugh.  She's a funny girl, that Sofia.  She's so social, so unlike her mom.  She loves attention, being held, being cuddled--so much like her dad already.  But, like her mom, she's an observer.  She'll just watch you for a long while.  Until she decides it's time to be held, that is.  And when she's held, she loves to be completely engulfed in snuggling, totally tucked into your hands and arms, she's not being on hanging free.  She really loves her dad for this reason--he's the best at snuggling her.  She adores him, seriously.

Maren is our "Mellow Maren".  For how rough her start was in this world, she's just so mellow.  When we went to their two-week appointment they had to get a PKU and Maren didn't flinch or cry about it, she was totally fine.  She's just that kind of girl.  However, as mellow as she is, she's all a stress case and we find it to be super entertaining.  She's easily startled (and so I like to call her, "Little Bird" because she scares easily, haha) and when she gets startled she throws her arms in the air and her legs stretch out completely, totally stiff.  It's so adorable.  And funny, so funny!  Instead of really crying at first, Maren makes noises of panic.  It's freaking cute.  It just makes us laugh.  When she's really crying, though, it's sort of the saddest cry ever!  Maren is still just the chillest gal on the block.  She'll just sit quietly and look around.  She's not into eye contact like Sofia, when you hold her she's looking at everything around her.  But still, this girl loves a good snuggle just like her sister.  Also like her sister, Maren adores Brad.





The first question everyone seems to ask is, "How are they sleeping?"  Uhh, like newborns, I guess?  Haha.  Actually, they sleep great.  They aren't up all night.  They slept in their cribs for the first two weeks but then it was just too much with breastfeeding so we moved them into our room in their bouncers.  When we switched to formula because of my postpartum depression the bouncers were just super convenient so we stuck to it, hahaha!  But we'll move them back to their cribs next month, once we get the swing of things when Brad goes back to work, I think.  They just loved their cribs and they slept for forever in there!  The bouncers they still sleep great, especially at night.  Wake up, eat, go back to bed, usually from like 8:30 PM to 7:30 AM they'll do that cycle, probably waking up every 2.5- to 3-hours.  I don't feel sleep deprived at all; I think it's because with pregnancy I seriously never slept, I'm super used to going without any sleep now, haha.

To continue the, "How are they sleeping question?", lots of people also like to ask, "Who sleeps better?"  Which, you know, why people want to know that I have no clue, haha.  There's not real answer to it, anyway.  They both sleep great, to be honest.  We can lay them down awake and they'll go to bed.  It's fairly easy.  Maren falls asleep the fastest and Sofia sleeps through anything.  But, at the same time, Maren can sleep through both her siblings' sobbing and crying, which is impressive because, seriously, Sofia has a set of lungs on her!

Right around three weeks they started just chugging their food, eating on average four ounces a feeding, it was nuts!  There's no where for that junk to go, little ladies, your bellies are like nonexistent still!  They started water fountain vomiting around that time as well so we had to make them eat a normal amount, like two ounces, just more often.  That's worked so far to keep them from Pukefest 2015!





Both girls like to fart smile and have actually given us a few real smiles and man, we love them!  They're also both just big farters.  Seriously, they fart like men.  All the time.  People will hold one or the other and say something like, "Oh, we've got some toots!" and I'm just like, "Yeah, that's how they do!"  It makes us laugh all the time, they both really know how to rip one.

To continue on the TMI Train, they both also poop.  All.  The.  Time.  Seriously.  So much.  I've never changed this many diapers in my life.  And maybe it just seems like a lot because we're changing two babies' bums, but it seriously feels like SO MANY.  I can't imagine the amount of diapers we've got through so far.  Mountains, I imagine.  There's some hobo out in the dump out there cursing our names because our daughters' diapers--which have the lovely odor of fish, yes, indeed--are stinking up the entire place worse than normal.  Maren is also a total piddle monster.  We have to be extra careful, you let her go two seconds too long in a diaper and she'll totally fill it beyond capacity.

We noticed that Sofia had a lot of white on her tongue but I always just assumed it was milk leftover from feeding.  However, when I tried to wipe it off it wouldn't come off.  At one point I was in Relief Society with the girls and when I made another attempt to wipe off Fifi's tongue it actually made her bleed!  We went Googling and figured out it was thursh and that Maren had it as well, so we went to the children's instacare at my doctor's that Sunday night and got them some meds.  We've still yet to completely rid them of it, but it's totally mellowed out so we're just hoping for it to run its course and go away already!

These girls also looove their baths.  Run some water on either of these babies and they totally relax and just chill out.  It's super adorable.





These gals have a buttload of nicknames.  Sofia is Fifi, Fi, Beauty Fi, Fia, Sofie, Sof, Miss Sofia, Miss Fi, Sofie Bug, and Maren is Mimi, Mare Bear, Mare, Minnie, Miss Mimi, Miss Maren, Little Bird, it goes on.  I'm sort of out of control when it comes to nicknaming people.

Mimi enjoys talking in a series of grunts.  Fifi loves to squak and gurgle.  Fi's sneezes are hilarious because they're often like eight in a row that end with a super cute gurgled, "Oh!"  We love it.  We die every time she does it.  Maren's sneezes are quite forceful and, again, eight in a row that end with a shocked, "Oh!"  Also super cute and causes death by cuteness when listened to!

Both girls just LOVE their dad.  Whenever Maren is in panic mode, just hand her to her dad, he'll lay her on his chest, and she's out like a light.  Whenever Sofia is yelling, just hand her off to Dad, he'll lay her in his arm and she'll happily awkward-eye-contact him for hours.  Seriously, Brad's ladies just adore him.  He's definitely the favorite!

When Maren when in utero she was actually breech, so coming out she was in this bruised crouched position.  I think that's why she has this need to stretch her legs out as far as they will go at the time, hahaha.  Sofia just mimics what she did when she took up all the space in there, I suppose, as she's pretty keen on basically planking her limbs out straight!





Maren hates diaper changes, they make her sometimes panic to the point of puking or peeing (Maren it notorious for peeing as you're switching from dirty diaper to clean diaper).  Sofia hates bows with a passion, she yells at whoever's putting them on--I'm slowly training her to wear them because I'm a cruel mother like that!

Overall, it's very weird to see how much these girls have changed in just a month.  This is especially true for Sofia, who has filled out amazingly.  I knew that she was tiny when she was born but holy cow, she was TINY.  I can't believe how far she's come!  And Maren is just a big girl, she feels like a four month old already for some reason!  Sofia and Maren are just incredible, they've been such a blast and they've made this so easy it's insane.