Random Mom Fact

FACT:

When I open one of the twin's diapers, and there is NO poop in it, I feel like I've won the lottery.

Thirty-Fun!

Oh you know, just hanging out with the 2 best birthday presents EVER! Oh yeah, the Kindle was a pretty good present as well. And I've only indulged in one cupcake so far today. The day is still young though folks, the day is still young.

And to my girl Beth, you made me feel special today. Your thoughtfulness is never expected, always appreciated + so uniquely YOU. Simply the best. And free diet cokes...we still have IT!!!

Biscotti-- Everyday feels like my birthday since I met you. Someday we will get to have a grown-up dinner date again. Someday.

Desperately Seeking Babysitter

If you know me, you know that I don't ask for much. But I do want something very bad. Very, very bad. Like get down on my hands-and-knees, pretty-please-with-a-cherry-on-top, be-your-best-friend kinda bad. I WANT A FREAKING BABYSITTER. The first year, I'll it admit, it was hard. Two itty-bitty infants, although adorable, are quite intimidating for pretty much everyone. I mean, I wanted to poop my own pants when I found out we were having two. Add in the breastfeeding part, and it was hard to get away. We got away for a lunch date about 3 times when family was in town, we went to a Halloween party and well, that's it folks. 14 months and that's it. Please feel free to give me some recommendations, pass my name along or move into my extra room (MOM).

Happy Easter

Happy Easter from my PEEPS to yours!

Love,

The Swishers

When We Grow Up

When I grow up, I want to be just like my mama and wear 'pretties' on my lips. For now, I will just wear it on my fingers.

When I grow up, I want to be big + strong like my daddy. I've already started my training.

When we grow up, our parents hope we are best friends. We are off to a fantastic start!

God Made Dirt...

...And Dirt Don't Hurt!

We're hoping our children continue to play in the dirt, we're hoping there are many grass stains in their future + we especially hope their fascination with nature never ends.

High Fives All Around

My bro-in-law, Crazy Uncle Rus, tried to start a campaign last year in San Francisco where he lives. While running down the Embarcadero, he wore this shirt:

His goal was simple. Runners high-fiving other runners for encouragement and an extra-boost of energy. A camaraderie if you will. He thought this was a great idea and that people would appreciate the support. Some did. Others definitely did not. He decided his idea had failed when people started Yelping that they wanted to knock out the crazy dude high-fiving people in the city. Running in certified clown shoes no less. (Another story for another blog.)

Today I went grocery shopping and I felt the urge to give high-fives to all the mamas doing the exact same thing with their many small children. I know it sure wasn't pretty getting my kids to the store this morning. Keeping them happy throughout the trip is a JOB. Moms cheering on moms...I like that. Scratch that--I LOVE THAT. I'm going to start doing this, you just watch. You'll probably be seeing this little mama shouting 'Up Top' down the aisles of Trader Joes + Target very soon.