Walkly Crew

No more cradle cap. ON SPENCER no less !!!
For those of you who were wondering, aquaphor is similar to Vaseline. I think it's thicker but that was just because I was trying to get it out of his hair.
The aquaphor was successfully removed. It took 3 days. It was washed a few times on Saturday and he still looked like a kid who hadn't washed his nasty, greasy hair in days. By Sunday's bath it was mostly out and didn't affect the way he looked at all. Damn kid. :)

I have to give a shout out to one of my blogger peeps who TOTALLY hooked me up with this awesome over the shoulder 10 lbs of baby boulder holder. (Thanks Jennifer)
It isn't great on your shoulders and back. I'm not sure it's the pack or the fact that I'm dangling 2 babies from it. I have an idea as to what some women with big ol breasticles have to deal with now.
It IS nice to have the "ability" to take all of them on a walk though.

















Did I tell you the part about how we have both been eating like we are still carrying twins and how we start our diets tomorrow, Oct. 1st and how I'm going to get super skinny by Feb. and cut my hair off. Or at least back to my pre twin boys weight (both sets preferably)
Wish us luck !

Bad Hair Day !

I have needed to post a picture of Spencer's hair after nap or bedtime for sometime now.
It's AMAZING at how much rat that kid has going on.
Well this morning.....to add body and lift to his already frightly coif, he added a small tube of aquaphor.
Just so you know. It doesn't wash out.

Googles suggestions were to add cornstarch to help absorb some of the grease.
Try Dish detergent for it's grease fighting ability.
Cry because it's mommy/boys night out and his hair is still CAKED with the stuff.

I did all three.
6 times with regular shampoo.
3 times with Dawn dish detergent.
hella lota cornstarch.
nothin.
















Look at that rats nest. I couldn't backcomb it to do this if I tried.















Who said blondes don't have more fun.
















He's like pigpen. He would flip his head and cornstarch would float everywhere.















I really shouldn't have let him have this much fun. It's NOT FUNNY, DON'T PUT STUFF IN YOUR HAIR. NO LAUGHING.















This is a lot safer than the time he put tanning foam in his hair. Or the time his sister put hand sanitizer all over his head...or the time.....:) There are some things that I should really keep to myself.

1 for mom 1,658 for the kids

That's the score.
All I needed was that 1 though. and I did. I won.
J comes home today. Her stuff isn't burning, but that's not because there weren't times that I didn't want to burn it...more a matter of not having the time, energy or matches.
GUESS WHAT THOUGH !!!!!! She won 2 free, first class, FIRST CLASS PEOPLE, tickets to anywhere in the US of A, Caribbean or Mexico.
I'm goin' on a jet plane baby, don't know when I'll be back again.

I'm leaving you with pictures. not because you haven't seen ENOUGH of my seriously cute family already....but I received my CD in the mail today and it's been like Christmas looking through the images. I can't wait to print them and hang them on my wall.
Here are a few you haven't seen that I think are see worthy.


Singing, hallmark caaaaard.















Because when he asks me where he got his blue eyes, I can only reply with, his mommy J.














Because it's fun ! even after 11 years and 5 kids later.

















Not to seem TOTALLY NARCISSISTIC, but I put this one on because I look SUPER skinny here. Mind you, it's the lighting and angles and that ever so present black thinning t-shirt....looking down right now I can see that it's not a true to life picture. My big old flabby, jelly like belly dunlaps over my sweats that I've been in for the last 3 days, but I'm going with it.

















STREEEEETCH ! and chomp ! mmmmm. (Ryan)
















My sleeping Prince, otherwise nicknamed Mini Me (Nathan)















Because this is a more accurate depiction of what our family photo's always look like.
















Duplicated, but how could I not ! Big me, formally known as Spencer.

I'm out of beer !

And the sun was shining and the boys went outside and played and Syd had preschool and our friends came over for dinner and played and there was another mom to hold babies and I got to eat a warm dinner, before 9pm.
And then they left. and then everyone started crying.

I threw the older kids in the tub, propped bottles for the babies (I HATE propping bottles) Washed the kids as they are now dumping gallons of water on my floor in an attempt at dumping cups of water on the other persons head...screaming bloody murder because they don't want water dumped on their heads.
Everyone needed to be lotioned, diapered and dressed, but the babies now needed to be burped and burping takes precedents and we JUST got direct TV installed that morning and I haven't had a chance to even look at the remote control which is apparently being outsourced now as it reads in Chinese.
The kids are cold and watching ESPN and crying because they want to watch Dragon Tails. Both babies are screaming because either they need to burp or are being burped and by the time my wife called me at 10:30 pm I needed to be talked down from the roof.
I was using the F word as a person, place or thing and sometimes threw it in as an adjective and pronoun for kicks. I was building entire sentences with only 2 other words. SOOOO glad Syd was asleep.

My boys who normally go right to sleep played for 2 hours...getting out of bed and LAUGHING at my face as I took everything but their mattresses away as a form of punishment.
All the while both babies screamed because damn it don't lay me down. Even if it's to yank a 2 year old out from under the crib to chuck him back in bed for the UMPTEENTH TIME BECAUSE YOU KNOW EVEN AFTER USING YOUR SCARIEST MOM VOICE AND PRACTICALLY LEAVING THEM SCARED FOR THEIR LIVES, THE SECOND YOU WALK AWAY THEIR GOING TO GET UP AND DO IT AGAIN.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!

I woke up this morning and the sun is shining and the boys are playing downstairs and Syd is at preschool.

(I just got off of the phone with my wife and I didn't say the F word, not even once)

P.S Go to Elizabeth Plass's blog to see more pictures of my family.

Balancing act II

Both babies are screaming. I had been outside playing with the older 3 and felt it was time to rock the babies instead of moving them from the crib to a swing. Which doesn't work most of the time any ways.
I sit down in the glider, one facing forward in the crook of my arm, the other over my shoulder....I am rendered helpless at this point.

From the dining room.
Cameron, "BEES, BEES, BEES"
Spencer, "MAMA, BB's. BB's"
Sydney, "Mo-om, there are 2 bee's in the house"
Mom, "ok, leave them alone, I will come and get them in a minute"

Sydney, "MOM, there's a fly too"

(overheard : something being dragged across the floor. something to stand on most likely. both boys still screaming bee's bee's in panic stricken voices)

Sydney, "Mom, now there's a fly, 2 bee's and a spider"

What the...are you kidding me !

And scene !

(noted : both the fly and the ONE bee were killed. The damn spider got away)

















This post was written Friday but I was unable to download this crappy picture of Cam standing on a bucket looking at the bee until today.

Jan leaves me Monday for the week. Please say prayers, light candles and wish upon stars that her stuff isn't burning and on my front lawn when she returns.

Balancing Act, take 1 !

I have a 4 year old daughter who takes things quite literally, as I'm sure is the case with any 4 year old.
When people constantly tell her what a great helper she is, what a great big sister she is, what a big help she is for mom, she goes out of her way to prove them right.
There is some confusion however, her being 4 and all, about the limits and the definition of terms that comes with being a "big sister" and a "big help".
To her, it's just as good as being the "otha mother" or sometimes, the "bigger mother".
She yells and screams and puts her brothers unwillingly in time out. She tells them how to eat, who gets what color plate, cup, fork....no matter if I've already set the place settings in front of them, or if they wanted the place setting that was put before them. If they lay a blanket she corrects them, if they build a tower with couch cushions she moves them. It's her way or the highway and if it were safe I'd leave her on the highway most days.

The thing is. I really couldn't do it without her. She IS such a HUGE help to me. She holds screaming babies when I'm warming milk, making lunch or changing a big boy. She monitors her brothers and their handling of the babies. (she JUST said, "no buddy, no dinosaurs on the babies. It's a cute baby bud, but no")
If one of the boys has my camera for instance and I'm pumping and feeding babies, unable to get up...I can ask her to get it from them.
She has filled sippy cups, given banana's, pulled binky's down from the counter tops for me.
I don't know what I would do without her and yet to define the lines of her help is where I need help ?
I tell her all of the time...you are not the mommy honey. It's repeated more times than Golden Girls on Lifetime, and getting just as old.
Any ideas on getting rid of the mommy and keeping the helper part ?? My boys are OVER it. and honestly I'm over listening to the fighting.

They y's and the how's.

This is why it's worth it. This is why when people ask me, how was I able to keep trying, for 6 years, to get Syd and not give up. Or WHY we spent so much money to get Spencer and Cameron. And WHY in the HELL did we try for another one and were blessed with 2 more.
This is why. Because I knew that one day I'd be able to get this yummy slobbery crunchable picture to post for you today :)

For those of you asking yourselves why month after month....I can only tell you this.
It's totally worth it.
Especially when taken as far as we have and you have access to little blue pills and an occasional alcoholic beverage. ;-)














(again, another shout out to Elizabeth Plass photography:)

Pictures.

The nice thing is, one usually gives you a break. So rarely do you have both crying at the same time. It's like they know..."oh, you've got it this time bro, ok, I'm going to sit and chill then. Let me know when you're done, I'm feeling a little emotional myself".













CUTENESS !!!!!!














I'm in the kitchen, I hear Syd sounding out words. I hear, "The b-b-baby needs to sit in his ch-ch-chair while driving in the car" (not really reading of course)
I walked in to the living room and what a sight :)














"there is NOTHING wrong with sitting in your undies, with green glasses on, reading a good book about twins MOM"
















And then she pointed out "baby" and I'll be a gators leather ass, she really was reading baby. Such a smarty pants.

Ja[[u Nortjdau tp ,e/ Ja[[u Nortjdau tp ne Ja[[u nirtjdau tp ,e/

ha ha ha ha
I was looking at a baby and not at my typing and didn't realize my right hand placement on the keyboard. ha ha
BACK TO WHAT I WAS SINGING....ahem. Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday dear meeee-eeee, Happy Birthday to me !
I'm 34 years old today. I haven't changed my age on my sidebar and won't. I'm going to be 32 forevaaaaa !

I don't normally tell people that it's my birthday. I don't like celebrating it and get embarrassed when others make a big deal out of it. HOWEVER, I HAD to tell you what my wife did.
Last night I was MISERABLE. It has been the toughest week. I feel more like a referee than a mother and am so sick of hearing my own voice it's no wonder my kids block it out.
Between 3 older kids who seem to fight constantly none of whom listen to me anymore and 2 babies who have decided to be awake and more demanding now, I'm barely making it through the day.
So after dinner I'm bitching to J about how hard my week has been and just as my head hit the table she came in from the garage (I don't think she even heard the last 1/2 of my bitchfest) with a budlight in one hand and a birthday card in the other. :)
In it was a gift certificate for a day at the spa. THE SPA PEOPLE !
I get waxed at the spa and I have had a pedicure but not a spa pedicure...a mall pedicure, which is a great pedicure, I like the massaging chairs, but how about a massage on a table not even a chair and THEN a pedicure afterwards when you are all slickery and relaxed after having a 60 minute massage. Oh and a manicure and a facial. :) It's called the aah package. Can you EVEN BELIEVE HOW SWEET SHE IS. Other people get to go to the spa. Not me.
Lets not forget that she also has to take care of all 5 kids when I go for my spa day.

I have to say this is one of the BEST presents I've ever had. Honestly. Happy Birthday to me. I've really always wanted a spa day. My wife ROCKS !

My pump had a growth spurt !

My pump had a growth spurt.....and then....not so much.

They say that your body adjusts to the needs of your baby. So when they have a growth spurt, your body produces more milk. For the last week my body had been producing 4 oz (off of each side), 1 oz more than normal. I missed 1 feeding and got almost 12 oz (off of both sides) one time. It was AMAZING. and then. I'm back to getting 3 oz. Sometimes one side gives me 2 1/2 and the other compensates by producing 3 1/2. The whole thing is a mystery. Either way, my pump has stayed the same size and I'm not sure where the extra ounces were coming from but I liked them and I miss them.

Preempting the Santa Claus threats are the even better Disneyland threats.
We are going to Disneyland in October. Yes, all of us, driving. (big cheesey grin)
This will be the same time we took Syd and the boys 2 years ago.

Sydney has already been versed in the, if you don't share, listen, stop whining, ask nicely, get up when asked, be quiet, be nice and smile...you won't get to go to Disneyland.
It's working :)

The boys watch Mickey Mouse club house when I pump and are now also being prepared for the mouse with the big black ears.

We can't wait.

I call these pictures, to comfort and soothe.
Spencer has gone from needing one binky to needing 18 plus 1.














Cameron has his tag fetish. He worries the tags on his blankets.
(yes we have the tag blanket....not the same as his other blankies though)

Bigger than Boobs Life !!!

Dear breasticles,
Oh how I love you. Oh how I want to take pictures and look back in remembrance of the boulder and the beautiful.
Like augmentation you stand hard and firm, full of life. How I wish you'd stay...my bra full, my cup spilleth over.
But alas, my breast feeding days are numbered by months and then like the kit kat in my nightstand drawer....you will be gone evermore.
Forever departed my cleavage baring days, leaving me with nothing but hanging flesh and elongated nipples.
So I will think of you today. Filling ounces and ounces for my growing babies. Doing the normal job of 4 breasts.
Your devoted fan, and what holds you up.
The body !


100% people. My babies are being fed breast milk 100% of the time.
I of course went in to this whole thing with no expectations. I said from the start that I wasn't going to kill myself with the whole breastfeeding thing. (lies, all lies)
I have a cupboard full of formula ready and waiting and no need for any of it. I stay 1-2 feedings ahead of these boys and couldn't be happier.
I have let them latch a couple of times but mostly pump and feed them. It works WONDERFULLY! They eat 3 1/2-4 oz every 3-4 hrs.

No need to send me props....I have been patting myself on the back and slappin my own ass for weeks. I really am so proud of my girls.

To answer your questions from my last post. There is no chance of them being identical...but that is seriously creepy, right ?
Carey, we thought that Ry-Guy looked more like Syd than Cam. We never really looked at them together until that picture. Syd's newbie pictures are on a disc....I need to find it to compare Syd and Ryan.
When I do I'll post some.

I'm off to slide in to that glorious hands free pumping bra to pump while simultaneously feeding my babes. HOW?? because my hands are FREEEEEE!
oh I'm a little slow but glad to be learnt now. to all you breastfeeding pumpers out there. hands free girls, let em go free.

2nd verse same as the 1st

Nathan and Ryan














Spencer and Cameron













Not becoming of either set, but you can see what I mean when I say they completed the set.
And to think, if they would have switched embryos we would have questioned identicality. (is that even a word)

The funny thing is, we have been SO CERTAIN that Nathan and Spencer are identical that we have stopped looking at Ryan and Cameron. looking at the pictures they look just as alike as the other 2. Crazy !

Hell

Fiery red and all congested.
That is where we live. This is where I am.
2- miserable babies who don't sleep all that well at night, which makes for a tired mom.
Who BOTH need to be held and usually it's at the same time someone else needs to be changed, washed, fed, or comforted. and damn it mom, I will let you know all about it...and maybe the neighbors too.
1- 2 year old who is either getting sick himself or getting molars and OMG son of a BITCH can he stop crying.
1- 4 year old who has been spending A LOT of time in her room lately. Who thinks she's grown and has a mouth full to boot.
1- Spencer who is what fairy tales are made of. My only nice kid today.

side note, did you know that babies won't breath through their mouths even when their noses are all stuffed up and full of mucus.
I have to go suction Ryan.

Excitement....can you taste it.

**********update**************
Go see the older kids on Liz's blog. Such cute kids, if I do say so myself.


I'm just so damn excited I can't even tell you.
This weekend my AWESOME friend who is also a photographer flew out from Phoenix to capture my family and my new babies on film.
I had warned her about my boys and said that this was a feat she didn't want to undertake. She took the challenge and worked SO hard to get pictures of my children.
She really does FANTASTIC work and I feel blessed to not only know her but to have had the opportunity for her to take pictures of my kids. Thanks also to Kimmy for being the best assistant ever.
She is sending me a few of the pictures so that I can blog them. Here is one of my babies.
Don't you love it. Lizard you are the bomb girl. Love ya ! Go to her blog to see more !!! OMG my boys are SO CUTE !!!














We finished filming for our TV show this weekend. GOOD HELL it's a lot of work for 40 minutes of air space. 28 hrs of film and WAY more time of actual hours with the producer and camera guy around.
I did a commercial when I was in high school. We had to walk down a street and turn around a corner. We did it OVER and OVER and OVER and OVER. Hours and hours of the exact same thing, walk forward, around the corner, stop. It took an entire day for 8 seconds of commercial time.
I got 50.00 and a pair of blue sweats with a matching blue baret.
I am excited to see the footage we got of my family.
It was hard as this was my most miserable time. Pregnant with twins, postpartum with twins and all that comes with it. I'm sure there will be SOME magic that I will appreciate in 10 years. :)

Today is me and my wife's 11 year anniversary. We had to be reminded of this by the producer on Saturday. ha ha
We are just so out of it. surviving and all.
We may try and get away for a couple of hours today. If not, maybe next weekend.















My babies are AWESOME. They are such good boys. They are sick. First colds at 4 weeks. UGH ! I'm breastfeeding them 100 % too so it frustrates me that they got sick. (I'm going to talk about how totally awesome I am for breastfeeding my babies, later)
I thought the big deal with breastfeeding was to help them NOT get sick.
Oh well.
Suction, suction saline and suction. That is our life today.