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Nine Months Old

The boys have officially been on this earth longer than they were in my belly. That’s nuts. But man it’s a blast! 9 months always sounded so old to me! I feel like they’ll be a year before we know it. I’m crazy about them. Cam is crazy about them. We laugh a LOT. And we poop a LOT. (Sometimes at the same time). They are chatter boxes. “Dada” was Nash’s first word. “Mama” was Gray’s. And now they both say “mama” over and over and over again. And for now I love it. I keep playing that scene of Get Smart over in my head where the kid is saying Mom over and over again and she responds with “SHAWN, SHAWN, SHAWN, SHAWN! Do you see how annoying that is??” But for now, I will enjoy being the object of their affections. Being adored by three handsome men…tough life, eh?

Cam took the boys to see their mama play in a softball tournament. Gray was less than enthused. haha. They did great! And I had a complete blast. I act like a teenager whenever I play sports again. I love them. I didn’t even play all that well, but man it was a good time! I got a little caught up in the game, because I was playing third, and this 18-year-old kid on a team we were absolutely killing over ran the bag and in all my maturity I squealed “Ohhh you’re OUT!” when I tagged him. And then I apologized profusely. Too caught up. So so fun.

I also slid into third while running the bases. I scored on the next hit and the umpire took his mask off and asked me if I had, in fact, slid. I responded “I’m just really having a good time.” I don’t get out much. But when I do, oh it’s a party.

This month, we also did a juice cleanse. Not for the faint of heart. Oh boy. I made it through a day and a half and wanted to quit. Cam made it three days. I did actually quit when I saw that I had given Gray diarrhea. No good. However, it has really changed my views on food. We need to eat a ton more fruits and veggies. And we have been. I ate vegetarian for an entire week and felt amazing. Since then, I’ve eaten meat much more sparingly and my meal ideas don’t start with meat, which is completely new. I asked my FB friends for veggie meal ideas and since then we’ve had Quinoa Salads, Crispy black bean tacos, Cauliflower alfredo, and tonight we’re headed toward eggplant parmesan. We are eating so, so good. And I love the lack of meat. We are juicing in the mornings. My favorite is grapefruit + carrot and sometimes I’ll add a fresh spear of pineapple to the mix. I haven’t got the heart to juice my greens again just yet. But I bet a bunch of spinach in fruit juice wouldn’t hurt.

Gray baby. Oh he is my happy, easy-going, hungry boy. Look at that smile. He cut his first tooth this month! Oh it has been a long time coming, and it made him downright miserable, so I’m grateful he’s got that cute little tooth instead of sore, sore gums. I know that other bottom tooth will be here shortly, but I will enjoy my happy boy for as long as I can until that happens.

These next few pictures melt me. We decorated for Christmas. As a family of four. We had to worry about where we set the ornament box. We saw just how exciting the glitter and lights really are. There is something about Christmas that kids just “get.” And I’m blown away by how full my heart was this night. After we decorated, the boys couldn’t settle down for HOURS. It was 10:15 and we were still listening to them roll around in their beds talking and laughing with each other. High on Christmas Magic. And Cam and I listened on the monitor or through their bedroom door to the display of sheer joy. Amazed that they probably would never understand that we feel that way almost every night after we go in to kiss them goodnight.

In my family growing up, we had this red tree topper. My parents always called it a star, so when I saw it at the store and told Cam we had to have a star for our Christmas tree, he looked at me like I had grown another head. It IS a star. Either way, we rotate who gets to put it on the tree. Since Nash was born first, it was his turn this year. Melt me.

We took the boys on their 4th and 5th flights to have Thanksgiving with my family in Utah. I remember being so terrified to fly when the boys were 4 months old. Um, I would do that again in a heartbeat. 8.5 months old is a different story. Oh they are BUSY! Gray continued to be the angel child he always is. He plays, talks, smiles at you, eats snacks, takes a nap. Nash on the other hand is standing on your lap pounding the headrest of the seat in front of you, down standing on the floor at your feet, laying on his stomach across your knees, and yelling just to be heard. He’s not mad, just doesn’t like the silence that airplanes bring.

Gray loved to watch all the lights and cars and baggage trains outside. We had to stop in Phoenix for 40 minutes each flight and Gray would press his face up to the window and just watch all the workers outside. Nash actually liked this quite a bit too. I just didn’t snap a picture of him. I love that they are so boy-ish! It makes me so happy to see that come out in them.

The ultimate treat for Nash, though, was the tray table. As soon as we hit cruising altitude [at least on the way there, on the way back the plane was full and we couldn’t give Nash his own seat] I would pull the tray table down and set all of Nash’s toys on it. He would pull them off to play with them one by one, and as he lost interest in one, I would put it back on the tray. A conveyer belt of endless fun! It worked for seriously an hour. Parenting for the win!

What cracks me up is he was SO excited about the toys on the tray table. It invoked even more shrieking, but when I went to take a picture of him being all crazy, he gets quiet like “what? this isn’t insane. I’m not insane. I am chill. YOU are insane.”

This one is a better representation of what really went down. Constantly.

While we were in Utah, we got to go to the temple. It was my first time back in about a year! Once I hit a certain point in my pregnancy, my dress didn’t fit anymore and I didn’t feel like going much of anywhere. Oh it felt good to be back. We were doing a ton of family names my sisters and mom [but mostly my sister, Lindsay. Family History genius.] had prepared. We did sealings, which is like performing a bunch of marriage ceremonies for your ancestors and giving them the blessings of eternal families.

In our church, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, we believe that marriage and family relationships can go on after this life. The temple is where these bonds are made. In a beautiful marriage ceremony, husband and wife are sealed for time and all eternity. If you are sealed before you have children, those children are “born in the covenant” and are sealed to you automatically. If you are not sealed before you have children, then those children are sealed to you through another beautiful ceremony “as if they had been born in the covenant.” I am so grateful for this knowledge and these teachings. It took us so long to have children and now that they are here, I know of a love I never knew was possible. Having the comfort of knowing they are mine forever, no matter what, gives me such peace. I am so grateful for temples. And this is one thing about the gospel I wish I could share with every. single. person. Don’t you think everyone deserves to be with those they love for eternity? I do. And they can be. Anyone can have this blessing. Everyone deserves it. And the most beautiful part of all is that the words “until death do you part” are no where near the marriage ceremony, because they do not apply. What is bound on Earth in the temple is bound in Heaven.

Please don’t be shy if you are at all curious about this. It would make me so happy to be able to share this blessing with even one person. And I just love talking about it. :)

Who could let this handsome man go? Not me.

All dressed up for church! I love my sisters. And my mom. In case you mistook her for one of my sisters, she’s the gorgeous lady in the middle. Don’t feel bad, people do it all the time.

I love this picture. When Gray is extra happy, he will make eye contact with you and smile so big his nose scrunches up. This is the first picture I’ve ever gotten of this scrunchy nose. Oh I love it.

And pretty much whenever Gray is being extra cute, Nash decides to be exceptionally crusty.

The McGuire Grandkids. Lillie girl in the middle. Love this.

Speaking of being expressive.

Here in Texas, we don’t get a lot of snow. [But it DID snow yesterday! woo!] So we have learned a lot about sunshine and crunchy leaves. We love leaves. We love kicking them, squeezing them, eating them, hitting them. Whenever Cam takes one of the boys out for a run, I take the other out to the front yard and we play in the leaves until Dad gets home. And then we all play together, and sometimes it results in a quick trip to the park.

Gray is a chatterbox! He has so many inflections in his voice and he is so expressive! I love hearing all about his thoughts. Sometimes we just lay on the floor and look at each other and he talks and talks and I ask to know more and he grabs my face and talks and talks, and eats my nose. It’s great.

Also, a friend described his hair as OUTSTANDING. I wholeheartedly agree.

Bahaha the faces! The swings are still a favorite. I love that they ride together. Instant happiness for these dudes.

For Christmas, the local library puts together this fantastic Santa’s village with about 20 different buildings to walk through sponsored by local companies. Santa arrives on a fire truck. There is a cafe. Ornament factory. Post Office. Concert Hall. etc. It is all lit up and decorated beautifully. We took the boys there on opening night and walked around to look at the lights. There was even a train! We love trains.

Love these pictures of our little family. People are so nice here! Without fail, someone notices me taking a picture of Cam and the boys and offers to take one of all four of us.

Also, the Ronald McDonald house has a fundraiser called “The Trains at Northpark.” They have set up this exhibit with tons of electric trains that wind through the US. It’s amazing. The boys loved it. I love watching their eyes follow the trains and I was pretty surprised at how well the followed even the fastest train! What a cool exhibit! We bought a Christmas ornament, it’s a tradition, and enjoyed the day with Dad. What a gift!

While walking the mall, we discovered this beautiful display. Santa and all the reindeer are completely made out of candy! So cool!

We stopped to listen to a children’s choir concert in one of the open areas of the mall and feed the boys. They sang song after song about Christ. In a public place. And it was perfect and uplifting. We sat next to this wonderful old man who kept commenting on how spunky the boys are and wanting to help with their bottles. With all this warm weather in Texas, I’ve had a hard time feeling Christmasy, but oh it is here!

Gray has been a poop monster. So he got changed in the trunk of the car. Silly boy. For the record, I have changed his diet twice. No change. The kid is just a pooper. He’s happy and healthy. I’ll take it.

We are not very good at going to Church events. Not that we don’t want to go. That’s never an issue. It’s just that in the getting there, we always have some sort of trouble. [Last time it was a meltdown triggered by a corset…] We drove up at 6:15, thinking it started at 6. Parking lot is empty. Boys are screaming. Cam is sniffling and coughing because he’s so exhausted from finals week that his health is taking a hit. I have never seen a nose run like that. And the sniffling was driving me nuts! Since the parking lot was empty, we decided to go home, but I was NOT going to cook, and we didn’t have money to go out to eat. So we went back. Terrible logic, I know. Cam knows me so well. I was LIVID that Cam had pushed us out of the house so fast. Not his fault, neither of us checked what time the party started, but I hated being stressed for no reason. I was feeding the boys while they were in their car seats and squished in that “back seat, in the middle, feet on the hump.” And Cameron turns the music on. Which is normally the last straw for me. I hate music during stressful, angry times. It only makes things worse for me. I didn’t recognize the music. And then without warning, the sweet melodies of Michael fill the car. Oh, I love Michael. Mr. Buble. And I smiled. Big. I love Michael. So, so, so much. Brilliant man. And he saved the day. We went to the Ward Christmas Party because of him. Sneaky move, Cam. But well played, sir. Well played.

And again, we see Gray playing sweetly on Dad’s lap, and Nash squirming around on the floor. He is a busy kid.

And sometimes, as a family, we just match unintentionally. So we had to take a picture. Love these men.

They sat on Santa’s lap for the first time. Gray was mesmerized. I couldn’t get a picture of him looking at me, he just stared and stared at the funny man. Nash pulled his beard. [Which was real, by the way.] Santa didn’t like that too much.

After the last monthly update I wrote, I realized I had forgotten some of the details because I hadn’t taken pictures of them. And that’s no excuse to not record something. Pictures aren’t everything.

So hopefully I can remember everything I’m intending to:

  • Gray likes to hit things if they make noise. The mirror, the ground, empty containers, full containers, his knee, the side of his head, anything.
  • Gray also likes the sound of his voice when his ears are in the water. He sings a long monotone note for 10 seconds or longer and then breaks into this goofy grin. It cracks me up.
  • Nash is grabby! He is so fast. Loves pulling Gray’s hair. But regardless of if there is anything to grab, his hands are always opening and closing and he holds his arms out above his shoulders constantly feeling the air. It’s hilarious. It looks like he’s trying to swim.
  • Gray also gave Nash three hugs last night after baths. It was adorable. Intentional, direct, unmistakeable hugs. There are some things you are just lucky to witness the first time they happen.
  • Grammy bought them white shirts and ties that actually fit! They haven’t had an oxford shirt to wear to church since they were 3 months old. It makes me so proud to see all three of my men in white shirts and ties on Sunday. Classy gents.
  • I changed 12 poopy diapers in one day. They think they’re hilarious. I find them slightly less amusing. But there are worse things. ha.
  • We are officially done breastfeeding. Nash just decided one day that he was done nursing. He just flat out refused. So I gave him a bottle and nursed Gray. And it was nice to gradually wean them [and me] off of nursing. Gray stopped nursing two days ago. And I feel really good about things. As soon as I realized that I didn’t need it for the bonding anymore, I felt much better about my babies growing up. It made me a little sad when Nash stopped cold turkey, but it gave me time to love on my Gray and appreciate him for staying little. People notice a lot that Nash is hitting milestones a bit before Gray every time. And then they compare my sweet Gray baby and wonder what’s taking so long. And I just scoop him up and love that he is my little guy for a little longer. When you have twins, you get the best of both worlds. Lucky, lucky me.

Flaunt your Fella

Today I was sent a supposedly “funny” link to a post entitled “husband shaming” where all these women have submitted photos of something their husbands have done that is dumb or shameful or whatnot. It’s no wonder the media keeps portraying the “stupid husband syndrome.” Obviously it sells! And what’s even worse is the disrespect for the husbands is horrible. If Cam got together with a bunch of his friends and started talking about all the little things I do that drive him absolutely nuts or all of my faults I would be heartbroken. Even if they were small enough to just let them roll off my back, do you really think that’s helpful to your marriage? [Or your relationship? for the non-marrieds :)] The comments section turned into a complain-a-thon. It’s a dangerous thing to complain about your spouse in a public setting. You get validation for all the little things that rub you the wrong way. And then all of a sudden the little things turn into big things and you have forgotten all the little things that used to be big things that you loved about them. So here is my feeble attempt at remedying the situation at least on a small scale.

At the beginning of our relationship, Cameron could do no wrong. Neither could I. We both walked on water in the others’ eyes. And I’m bringing that back. Because I believe that husbands go unappreciated all the time. And I also believe in “if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.” BUT, it shouldn’t be that hard to find something nice to say.

And I know that any time I post something about Cameron and people comment on it in a positive way, he can’t help but feel good. So write up a quick “just because” post about something your man does or did and we’ll make it a party! Comment here and leave your link and then go comment on 3 other posts that are below OR just tell us something great about your man in the comments and we’ll have a brag-a-thon instead of a complain-a-thon. Hopefully, we’ll have some happy and appreciated men this weekend!

Call Me Kristin - Flaunt Your Fella

At the Park

I realize the photos in this post are probably excessive. However I am smitten. Oh man. And so were the rest of the people at the park. We took a walk Sunday afternoon to the park and let the boys slide down a few slides when we caught sight of the baby swing. We figured they might like it. And oh, we were right. They had hardly been in the swing a minute before there was a crowd gathered commenting on how cute the twins were. Ah! I love them.

Cam took some Dad time with the boys while I made dinner. It was one of those days that just feel whole and rich.

It does my heart good to see us this way.

Seven Months Old

Call me cliche, but HOW IS THIS HAPPENING? Nash and Gray are getting so big. SO big. They are a blast. I thought for the longest time that when I had a baby six months would be the hardest milestone. When the boys turned six months and I didn’t feel panicked about them growing up too fast, I figured I had beat the system. Lies. It happens at SEVEN months. I always say that keeping a good record of things brings peace because you can always go back to them and re-remember it all. So I’m hoping I feel better after this post is written. Regardless of how big and old my boys get, they’ll still be mine. I do not look forward to the day when their world becomes bigger than our little family.

In the meantime, check out the rolls on these legs. Ooh, I could just eat ’em. They are also quite ticklish. I love it. [Nash]

We have been spending a great deal of time on the blanket. The boys are rolling and scooting and moving all over the place. No crawling yet, but they rarely spend time on their backs anymore.

They are also really really talking to each other more. Sometimes when I can’t figure out why they’re cranky, I realize I have had one or the other on my hip all day and they haven’t spent enough time with each other. As soon as I set them down together, all is well. I love that they love each other.

Also, cloth diaper bums are the cutest. End of discussion.

We are drooling a LOT. I tried the whole bib thing for a while. However, I like bare chests better than bibs. So this is how Nash looked for about a week straight.

I’ve been trying to plan fun at-home dates for me and Cam. We have left the boys with a babysitter twice now, but we can’t always afford to go out. So we do fun things at home. I’ve become a little more confident with how to get stuff done around the house while the boys are awake without feeling guilty because I’m “neglecting” them somehow. I think that comes with the territory of being a new mom. This time, we were making peanut butter cookies for a fondue night with Dad after the boys were asleep. So fun. And the boys loved all the sounds and colors in the kitchen. We have since spent a lot more time in the kitchen making treats and doing dishes. Or just staring at the dining room fan. That’s a favorite too.

The boys are really good nappers. These super soft “heaven” blankets [as my mom calls them] were made by their “Meme” [Cam’s mom.] and are a must for any nap or bedtime. [Still trying to figure out a good way to get them through the washing machine every week. At this point I just bank on a skipped nap… Because by the time I get them up, nursed, fed, and changed there isn’t enough time to get them washed and dried for the next nap. Anyhow, I’m sure it’ll work out soon.

Melt my heart. I love a dad and his boys.

We found these high chairs on craigslist for $15 and $20. I’m so glad we have them. The boys spend a good deal of time in them. I made them some oat + banana cookies and we’ve been practicing feeding ourselves…that is until I realized that the reason Nash was constipated is because oats and bananas can cause that. [rookie parenting…] So we haven’t eaten them in a while. Things have since leveled out so I’m tempted to make them again because they both absolutely love them and it made for a fun afternoon snack.

One time, Aunt Lindsay sent us a package of fun new books to read because her Lillie is getting too old for baby books. The books were extremely well received. We read all of them in one sitting on the couch. We tasted a lot of them. And then we realized the package had been wrapped in brown paper. Oh boy. Endless entertainment.

We had to taste that too. Clearly we like eating.

Oh my beautiful boy. [Gray]

Wrestling is a favorite now too. Nash is big into grabbing hair. My hair, Dad’s beard, Gray’s hair. He also likes grabbing cheeks. Gray, on the other hand [also likes hair] but prefers arms. It is hilarious to watch them try to grab each others limbs and hair and faces. I have had to stop the rough housing every now and again because we still need to learn how to be nice. But I am all for letting them be boys. I hope they get used to playing and rough-housing. I hope they skin their knees and break a bone once in a while. I hope they get mischievous. I hope they concoct schemes with each other. I hope they get into trouble. Trouble is one of the best ways to make friends. And I hope they are best friends.

For a while, Nash was the only one rolling over consistently. Gray would scooch around on his back. I would lay the boys down on their backs together and Nash would flip over to play with Gray and inevitably land on his stomach. And then one day, Gray decided to beat Nash to the punch. I had laid them both down and then ran downstairs to take care of their diapers. When I came back up, they looked like this. And neither knew quite how to react. It made me laugh.

And so it begins. You have to be wary of the quiet ones, I think. Gray has been lying in wait to wreak some havoc. I laid the boys down and gave Nash a frozen mango pop. He had been teething and I was out of ice, so frozen mango was the next best thing. I watched Gray stare at it for about a minute and then reach right over and snatch it out of Nash’s hands. Nash totally freaked out. How do you teach two infants to share?! I just went and got another mango pop. ha.

I finally snagged a couple pictures during our thrice daily train break. Seriously, EVERYTHING stops when the train goes by. They don’t touch their toys, they stop eating. It’s so wonderfully boy-ish to me. I love it. I love that it runs right through our backyard. I love how serious they get. I love that the trains are short. I love that it makes this deep rumbling sound that makes their little eyes get wide. I love that sometimes the cars are super bright colored. I love that every now and again a little tractor goes across the tracks, and it gets the same hero’s welcome as a full fledged train. I also love that they never run in the middle of the night. And that most of the time, they coincide with mealtimes. Win-win.

We also love when Daddy comes home. Dad is working SO hard at school right now. He leaves before the boys get up every morning and comes home [hopefully] in time for dinner, but sometimes it isn’t until bathtime or even after bedtime. He is totally rocking his schoolwork though, so I can’t help but be bursting with pride over the whole thing. And he spends so much more time with us than I thought he would going into this Chiropractic School. I am in awe of how he manages and balances everything. To have a husband and father who can be away all day long and then come home and act like there was never anything on his mind but his girl and his boys is a priceless and rare thing. He is incredible. We are so lucky.

This is what our mornings look like. I get up and nurse the boys and then we come downstairs for some strawberries and couscous. After that, I try to clean the kitchen and the boys play in their high chairs. I love that we are not really in a hurry to get dressed for the day. They are rarely up for more than 90 minutes before they’re ready for their morning nap. And if they’re still in their pajamas at that point, I get them dressed before putting them down. But I have always been one for relaxed mornings.

Every now and again I can hear the boys talking to each other when I’m not around. Every time I come in the room and ask what they’re talking about, Gray gives me this look. “Uh, MOM, we were TALKING.” At which point I say “sorry to interrupt” and kiss their cheeks and let them be. They don’t resume their conversation until I’m out of sight. It is so funny to see their personalities. I told you, you have to be wary of the quiet ones!

Beautiful, beautiful Nash. I can’t get enough of his little chin. And those big blue eyes. Oh melt me.

I recently got called to the Young Women’s organization in our church. I am the Personal Progress advisor. It pretty much means I get to be a perpetual EFY counselor. Boom. Best calling ever. Either way, part of that means I go to activity night on Wednesdays. After my first one, I came home and the boys were asleep. It was SO HOT in our house that Cam put them to bed in t-shirts instead of jammies. I went upstairs to kiss them when I got home and found Nash like this. Oh my gosh. I laughed so hard. We took a few pictures and then straightened him out.

Oh! Those thighs. I feel like he looks so big and grown up in this picture. Almost like a toddler. Gray is a big boy. I love his chub. I love how thick and strong he is. I love feeling his hands and feet. They are pudgy in the best way. He has such squishy cheeks. And his mouth gapes open when he sleeps, just like his dad. Add his fuzzy hair to the mix and I just can’t even take it. He is perfect in every sense of the word.

Conference Saturday morning was a little rough on the boys. It was a super chilly day [THANK YOU TEXAS for making me a little less homesick!]. We had a wonderful morning with pancakes on the couch and dressed in our comfies. The boys were so groggy! We got them up and fed them before the opening session. They napped through most of it. Oh it was wonderful. I love general conference! Crazy to think that last conference they were just barely home from the hospital! And that a year ago I didn’t even know what they looked like. Time goes so fast.

That chilly night, we dressed the boys in some fuzzy sleepers. And they got the sillies.

Conference Sunday was another snuggly day. I have accepted that at this time of my life, the best use of my time is not taking notes during conference like I normally do. I got maybe a page out of the whole weekend, but I cuddled my sweet boys and listened as best I could and I felt the spirit just as strong, if not stronger. Just the other night, we had some friends over. They watched the boys while we went to go pick up a new-to-us washer and dryer because ours…died…[lame.] We got to talking and somehow in the middle of the conversation I said “I really love being a wife and mom.” Y’know how sometimes when you say something out loud it just reaffirms how strongly you actually believe it? This was one of those times. I got an e-mail a while ago from a college friend who mentioned that she loved seeing someone actually love motherhood and all that comes with it. And oh, I do. I really, really do. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. And it brings so much joy to me that the way I live and act and think reflects that.

Nash and Dad during conference. He had Nash laughing so hard! The boys get so silly when Dad is around. I think they were pretty jazzed to spend so much uninterrupted time with him. It was a much needed break for everyone.

My sweet, content Gray baby. Sometimes when I put my forehead against his he grins into my eyes so big he scrunches up his nose. It is the best. After the Sunday Morning session of General Conference, Cam took us for a family drive through one of the nicest neighborhoods in Dallas. We commented on the beautiful homes and landscaping and picked out little signs of just how lavish these people live. It’s not for me. I have no desire to live like that. I like managing my own home too much. And if we ever had money like that I can think of a ton of other places to spend it than on a mansion home and landscaping. [IVF grants for starters.] But it sure is fun to see all the detail. It’s like peeking into a whole ‘nother world. And I absolutely love houses. We drove around for a couple hours and then drove by the Dallas temple. The boys were sleeping by the time Cameron agreed that we should probably take a few pictures of them now that they can sit up on their own and we were around some seriously beautiful lawns and flowers and trees. So no pictures. But it was one of those times that your heart just feels content. And the small bite in the air didn’t hurt either. Texas almost gave me a true fall day. And it couldn’t have been timed better. I wore a scarf and a sweater and we didn’t even turn on the A/C in the car.

Speaking of sitting up on their own… [Also, please notice Gray’s “boxers.” Again, cloth diaper cuteness. I may sag his pants intentionally next time. don’t hate.]

They were playing and sharing together so nicely! And this is the first time they have sat up on their own at the same time! I was so proud of them. I took almost 50 pictures of just this one occurrence. I was so excited! They were pretty proud of themselves too. And then I brought the toys out and things got serious. Ha.

The day they turned 7 months, we donned our adventure hats and went to get a library card and check out some books.

Caption contest. Go. :)

We took the boys out to dinner [with an awesome coupon] to Humperdink’s. It was wildly successful, so I had to take a picture. We ordered, fed the boys their dinner while waiting for our food and then enjoyed our meal. The boys got a little fussy after they finished eating, but it wasn’t bad at all. I loved being out with all three of my boys. I love how well behaved they are and how handsome.

Cam and I still go in to kiss them goodnight every night before we go to bed. And sometimes I have to take a step back from the situation and realize that yes, this is really my life. this is really my home. those are my boys. I am their MOM. They are closer to a year old than newborns now. And yeah, writing down the details calms my heart. I am so in love. I couldn’t be happier. The house isn’t always clean. The boys aren’t always happy. Things go crazy every now and again. Sometimes I get so overwhelmed with everything that I actually do nothing. But at the end of the day, we have the best life. The very, very best life.

At the Zoo

We took the boys to the zoo for the first time the first Saturday after Cam started school. On a fluke, I looked up when the next discount day at the zoo was and it just so happened to be that exact day, so we packed up and away we went! It. Was. So. Fun. I love the zoo!

The first exhibit we went to was the reptile house. I tend to avoid the reptile house, but I am trying to embrace being the mother of boys, and I really actually enjoyed it! Nash and I cruised the different windows and checked out all the fun colored snakes and lizards. Cam is a reptile pro and could always find them faster than me. That albino alligator totally creeped me out though!

It makes me so happy to see our boys in their stroller without their car carriers. I know they love being so curious and looking around at everything around them. I love watching them experience the world and reach out to check things out. They’re getting much more “grabby”.

I also feel like zoos are getting better at planning their exhibits. I have been to a zoo tons of times before, but I really felt like I could see the animals in action so much more this time around! We were SO close to so many animals! This was a kangaroo. There was another kangaroo in the exhibit that had a joey in its pouch. She was taking a nap at the time, so we didn’t see her. But I thought that was so cool.


I think flamingos are so dang pretty. These guys were getting fed at the time. Most active I’ve ever seen flamingos.

This picture makes me so happy. Look at us! We are parents! We have kids!

Penguins are always my favorite. Why is it that they always look like they’re at a party? They are adorable. I want one.

This guy was totally showing off for the ladies. My kind of bird. ha.

See what I mean? Total party.

Nash liked the penguins best too. He was being such a ham.

Ah! I love him!

We picked the gorilla exhibit to feed the boys. They had all these comfy couches and wrap around windows that we could look into the exhibit without even getting up. I don’t think we ever saw a gorilla, but it was so nice to chill out in the air conditioning and have a comfy and semi-private place to feed the boys and take a break.

After I fed Gray, Cam took him on this rolling chair. He was having such a blast. They would spin around and slide across the floor. Gray was giggling so hard.

I am so glad we took the time to spend some quality time as a family before Cam started school. Moments like this don’t just happen. Strong family relationships take effort. And we needed to bank some Dad time. It doesn’t get better than this.

I think the African animals are always the highlight.

They had this perch where you could feed lettuce to the Giraffes. We didn’t pay to feed them, but some people around us did. Cam actually petted this one! So cool.

Like I said, they’re getting better at designing exhibits. This was inside a restaurant. The lions would get right up on the glass and play with you. I had never seen a lion so close before! They were rolling over and jumping up on the glass. It was the coolest thing!

This gorgeous lioness just watched the boys roughhouse. Beautiful lady.

And when we first walked by the Elephants they were all really far away. and then they brought the food out. Everyone loves food. The Elephants got up real close and were eating. I think it is so cool to watch them feed themselves with their trunks. It really is like another hand. It made me really appreciate the beautiful design of God’s creations.

Outside the elephant exhibit, we asked this lady to take a picture of our family on the copper elephant statues. Cam straddled this little elephant and we all gathered around him. I think the lady missed the point because that little elephant isn’t in any of these pictures! So funny. Thanks for trying Cam. You are a really good sport.

We stopped by the penguin exhibit on our way out and that one penguin invited his friends to the party. Everyone was in the water! diving and splashing around in the waterfall and swimming up against the glass. So fun. I love them so much.

After the zoo, we enjoyed a Sonic slush to cool down and a nice quiet drive home. The boys were exhausted! Oh what a fun Saturday.