All We Need Is Love...

Well babies...it's been exactly 34 days since I found out there were 2 of you "in there." I won't ever tell you what my first reaction was except picture a lot of tears, feeling frantic, and saving up every penny I found. But now? I've gotten used to the idea and I'm EXCITED for you to get here!

See, I've always loved you both. That was never an issue. I just wasn't prepared to have both of you come into the world minutes apart from one another. Your dad was amazing when he found out about the two of you and told me over and over that we only need to love you and everything else would fall into place. And he was right.

When your big brother, Liam, found out about you two he immediately started planning all the stuff he was going to do with you. I remember him saying: "Momma. They don't need cribs. They can sleep with me and I'll hold them and protect them all night." I asked what he'll do when you guys leak through your diapers and he assured me he would "blame it on Rosie" the cat. I laughed so hard and I think it's then that I gave up on worrying about saving tons of money so you all could go through college and not take out student loans, worrying about how we were going to pay $400/wk in daycare, worrying about the extra diapers, formula and everything else. You two are the greatest gift God could have ever given your dad, Liam and I.

See...I'm preparing to meet you in a mere matter of weeks. I'm almost 26 weeks now and I'm thinking I might be able to hold each of you in about 9 weeks. It seems so crazy to think you'll be here sooner than later. So forgive me for all of my future mistakes. Someone is going to be sitting in a dirty diaper longer than I want them to. Someone is going to be hungry while I feed the other. Someone is going to take the brunt of my crying. But I do love you both. I wouldn't change the way anything has happened EVER! Remember I'm a little crazy. I'm a little dramatic. But I'll always be there for you. And I'll love you like crazy...

A Little Help From A Friend...

Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions, they become habits.
Watch your habits, they become character.
Watch your character, it becomes your destiny.
~Frank Outlaw

The Easter Bunny Doesn't Wash His Hands...

Liam is convinced the Easter Bunny has already come to our house, several times, in the past few months. In fact, he thinks the Easter Bunny has broken into our house, come into his bedroom, stared at him while he slept, and then poked him in the forehead. Honestly. No joking. This is what he told me...several times.

I'm surprised the Easter Bunny hasn't freaked him and out. Because it has certainly freaked me out.

But I think he pushes past his fear and is looking forward to the candy the Easter Bunny represents. So, I use this to my advantage to keep him under control. If he's good the Easter Bunny will hide candy, games, money galore! But if he isn't good, the Easter Bunny will hide his own poop in those plastic eggs. That isn't what concerns Liam. No. It's this: "How does his poop get into those eggs? Does he wash his hands?"

Jeez Liam. I don't think he washes his hands at all...

Face lift...

I'm diggin' how I can change the background of my blog (thanks Emily for inspiring me)...this may increase the amount of blogs that I write because it's just fun to see how cute I can make this sucker!

Life in general is stressing me out...I wonder if they have a skull and cross bones I could add to my blog backgrounds...because honestly, I feel as though I could go ape shit on someone.

Winter Fun...

Yesterday Mom, Dad, Liam, and I took a trip to Barron to see my sister, Jacob, and Anna. We had so much fun! We took off in our vehicles about an hour after getting to her house and went to Jacob and Anna's school and found a beautiful hill to go sledding down. We were the only ones there and the hill was PERFECT! Not too steep...not too fast...but just enough zoom to make everyone happy. The kids were busting out runs left and right and even the adults, including myself, got in on the action. I think the best part of the day, besides just being together, was when Dad decided he needed to get in on the action...He went down the hill, although on all 4's...he still whizzed past the kids with his busted up hand and all! Next time, it's mom turn for some sledding action! She may need some coaching, and perhaps an experienced driver :), but she's gotta go!

I thank God everyday I have a wonderful set of parents, a beautiful sister that has blessed me with a loving neice and nephew, a happy and healthy son, and a husband that would do anything for me. Life can't get any better...

Eflex Can Suck It...

Okay. Eflex is great at saving me money...but I swear! It's such a pain in the ass when they're wanting documentation on how you spent your own money. For example. I can buy $30 worth of "items" at Walmart and never have them request a receipt. I pay $5.92 cents (to use up the rest of my money from 2009), towards my 2009 bill at Marshfield Clinic and they're all over me for a receipt like flies on shit! Seriously! I could have purchased candy bars, pop, oil for my car at Walmart and they require nothing. But I pay towards a bill at a health clinic and they act like I'm purchasing a car there! And then the e-mails start coming...I feel as though I'm being harassed. The latest one said: "You are unable to use 2010 funds towards services that happened in 2009." Honestly, didn't they see when my flex card was used? DOS: 12/31/09 bastards! Get off my back Eflex...I'M BEGINNING TO HATE YOU!

Perhaps I should have written this post several days later, when I wasn't so angry...but to tell you the truth? I'm secretly hoping someone on my blog list works at Eflex and will fix my nightmare...Kind of like how a relative who is a cop can get rid of a misc. parking ticket...ha!

The Pukes...

Ugh. Liam woke up yesterday morning and was traipsing through the bathroom to let Rosie out of the laundry room. All of a sudden I hear...a splash. Then 5 more splashes after it. I ran into the bathroom...he's leaning over the toilet, heaving. He was crying and all that he could say was: "This sucks." Poor punkie.

So, I called in the big guns. Grandma and Grandpa. They insisted on watching him so I could go to work and get caught up (I was just gone a couple of days before New Years because Liam had "what looked like pneumonia"). All parties were cozy as a bug in a rug when I got home. Mom was elated that she got to hold Liam all day and Dad was dodging mouth kisses from Liam...Grandma and Grandpa are the best medicine...