Friday, July 31, 2009



Instead of washing my dishes...I accidently washed the baby.

Quickly now!

The babies aren't here! I need to do the dishes, wash the floors, clean the laundry, put away the towels, organize my closet, make the beds, take a shower, shave my legs, wash my hair, get some food, take a nap, put away groceries, pluck my brows, pee all alone with the door shut, exercise, do nothing, watch TV, go out for coffee and get a pedicure.

A girl can dream, right?

What's that sound?

It is sort of...I don't know...the absence of...I'm hearing wind through the in the distance...the house settling in for the night...

I can't quite make it out...I know that I have heard it before...Hmmmmm...

Oh yeah!!


Wow. So that's what it sounds like.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Ergo bowling

Has anyone seen my sleep? It's missing...

So I spent most of the night getting random hicky's on my boob (and not from my husband) and thinking about chickens.

When it is random o'clock in the morning, and you have one of your babies sleeping sideways (which means that you also sleep sideways) and the other baby's head being attacked by the birthday present kitten that your now five years olds tears convinced you that you needed to think...I could write something up about chickens for a local magazine. I bet I could find the time!

You then think of different witty sentences to start the article...such as...

"We got some chickens in a divorce" or "Sure...we'll take some chickens!" but you can't remember anything more (and there was some good stuff) when you sit down to the computer in the morning.

Anyways...the babies are going to be one. I don't know what they think they are doing...but they need to knock it off!

Monday, July 20, 2009

Thursday, July 16, 2009

The niece

No matter how I title comes out wrong

I have put all of my laundry away. I have sent fifteen big plastic garbage bags to Goodwill. All I have left to do is pair about 1,000,000,000 pairs of socks. It's going to be a good day!

I recently started to watch my neice during the day. I am not sure where she fits into the structure of my family yet. She is five weeks younger than my middle child. She is an only child.

I think that she might be in shock coming from being an only child, and now having to find her place in a family of seven. So far it is going okay. And of course, by okay I mean I haven't taken up drinking yet! There are fights and tears and "I don't like you's"...but know....

If you imagine having three adult cats and two kittens and then you add another adult cat (cat analogy for those of you with cats)...and then walk away...that is basically what my house is like.

Luckily they don't spray.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Loverly hair

Eating chalk

You need to let something go

When you have twins, you are told constantly (and tell your twin mama friends constantly) that you need to just "let it go". You can't do everything. And really can't. So for me, who likes to have a clean house, I chose to let the laundry go (and part of the house too). It was in the basement and therefore out of sight, out of mind.

Now, when it came to time actually catch up, it just wasn't going to happen. We have SO MUCH crap! Five beds, seven people including the twins switching clothing sizes every few months...winter and summer clothing....out of sight now means I will be out of my mind if I have to go at it alone.

Luckily here in Minnesota, we have an amazing attachment parenting community. AMAZING women. There is something called a "work crew" that will come into your home for four hours and help you with anything you need done. It is made up of four to six mamas and they are all volunteer. You pay it forward too.

I had six women (and their kids) folding my grungies for four hours...and we just managed to get everything folded. I have to put it away, but that is okay. I really needed to take a before picture, but here is the after.

I really wish these pictures showed just how much there really is...

After all of this, letting go is still something I am glad I did. I should also say that I got rid of ELEVEN bags to the Goodwill and will continue the purge.

I do wish we only had our regular dress and our Sunday best though, it would be so much easier. Even if I did have to wash it by hand.

To blog or not to blog

I feel stuck.

I would like to blog more often, but I also don't want to post about poop constantly. And my life is basically full of poopy I am in a quandry. At this point I think that I will just try to blog about my life with twins, knowing that as I do so, there will be many stories about poop.

The middle child is five today. I can't believe it. Even though I ask her over and over to stop growing up, she continues to disregard my feelings and do it anyway. I wonder if she will stop if I ground her?

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Crazy cat lady

So....(this is not so much of a pause as a really big sigh) husband.

My wonderful husband. He likes to collect things off of the side of the road. Broken humidifiers. Tables with no legs on them. Wood. A random chair.

And bikes.

Oh the bikes. He has big ones and little ones and fat ones and skinny ones. And maybe, if you put all of the random parts together, ones that will actually hold a person on them and pedal up the street.

So this morning, at exactly 7:42am, I get a call from my husband. He questions my love, as in "How much do you really love me?" (I should have known right then and there...but alas, I was still asleep and my guard was down) "So much honey", I say. "Well then" he replys, "I saw two bikes right up the street and I really want them." (Did I mention that my two and a half car garage is one car and bikes?) "No" I say.

But then he gets me. He says that he will get rid of four bike frames from the garage, and we haggle to six. So I think I am getting a good deal. I get part of my garage back, and he gets two bikes, one of which will go to my sister.

I should have known. I went for a walk this morning, gathering two bikes up, one with no seat and both more rust then metal, and walked up the street wearing this. It was a special way to start the day.

In the future I am sticking with NO! And by the way, the pajamas were a gift from my kids.