Fact #1
Lila lives to eat.
AND
Fact #2
Lincoln eats to live.
And I love that fact about each of them.
(I have said this a million times, but I figured it deserved documentation.)
Showing posts with label 23 months. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 23 months. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Swimming
We started swim classes this week. High-larious and oh, so fun! The twins love it. They might be the happiest little swimmers in the history of forever. No kidding. They squeal, laugh, smile and wiggle with excitement. They do all the tasks the teacher asks and just want to stay in the water all night. Poor little Lincoln begrudgingly has to be done when his lips go from freezing cold purple to ice-cold blue. What a turd!
{Check out our You Tube channel for a little clip of the swimmers.}
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Baller
I'm just saying, perhaps the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. The best is when our little 1 year stud yells, POWER DUNK, while he's doing it.
He's a keeper.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Oh, Sissy
We survived the first object stuck in the nostril today.
The lucky twin was....
Lila Pearl!
Lincoln took his sisters necklace, pulled it just as far as it would go--and snap! Beads everywhere. In 1.5 seconds, Lila picked up a shiny white bead, and immediately placed it inside her nostril.
Because who wouldn't do that???
I couldn't reach it right away. But I just pinched her nose so she wouldn't suck it up and tried to smash/push it right on out. And what do you know, it finally popped right out!
What a turd.
What a Pearl.
The lucky twin was....
Lila Pearl!
Lincoln took his sisters necklace, pulled it just as far as it would go--and snap! Beads everywhere. In 1.5 seconds, Lila picked up a shiny white bead, and immediately placed it inside her nostril.
Because who wouldn't do that???
I couldn't reach it right away. But I just pinched her nose so she wouldn't suck it up and tried to smash/push it right on out. And what do you know, it finally popped right out!
What a turd.
What a Pearl.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Good Times
Today. Oh, man today...
As we were leaving Target, {in the rain}, my hands full of bags and I had Lincoln holding my hand and Lila holding his. She didn't want to hold mine, just 'Buddy-Bingo's' hand. Lincoln falls face down in a puddle right in the middle of the road. Crying. I thrust him up on my hip while pulling Lila close by the hood of her jacket. (Lots of traffic.) She starts crying because DUH!, she doesn't want to hold my hand. Then both of these turds want to climb in the car themselves, STILL RAINING PEOPLE, and want to drive the car. Hello, NO! More crying. BOTH refuse to be put in their seats. Louder crying, People staring. STILL RAINING. Lila flailing. Lincoln dirty and wet and crying. Scratch that, screaming. Not pretty. Not pretty at all.
Just thought I should let you all know that these moments happen here at Casa Swish. Oh man, do these things happen.
As we were leaving Target, {in the rain}, my hands full of bags and I had Lincoln holding my hand and Lila holding his. She didn't want to hold mine, just 'Buddy-Bingo's' hand. Lincoln falls face down in a puddle right in the middle of the road. Crying. I thrust him up on my hip while pulling Lila close by the hood of her jacket. (Lots of traffic.) She starts crying because DUH!, she doesn't want to hold my hand. Then both of these turds want to climb in the car themselves, STILL RAINING PEOPLE, and want to drive the car. Hello, NO! More crying. BOTH refuse to be put in their seats. Louder crying, People staring. STILL RAINING. Lila flailing. Lincoln dirty and wet and crying. Scratch that, screaming. Not pretty. Not pretty at all.
Just thought I should let you all know that these moments happen here at Casa Swish. Oh man, do these things happen.
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