Wednesday, September 11, 2013

A taste of dirt...

Liam and Finn had their first taste of dirt...literally. Yesterday was a bit overcast, so I felt it would be perfect to take the boys outside and work in the garden. It made me happy to see them playing in the dirt and examining the weeds I pulled and threw onto the grass. Finn found a rolly polly bug and squished it between his chubby fingers. Liam quickly climbed up on the sandbox ledge 
and ended up face down in the dirt pile. 

I grabbed both boys and stood them up by the grow box and gave them a shovel to play with, along with rocks I found. 
When I looked up to check on them, this is what I saw:

Isn't eating dirt like a rite of passage for a kid? 
Also, how could such dirty faces be so deliciously adorable?

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

A run for my money...and everything else I don't want broken!

Twins. You are almost 14 months old and, boy, there's little rest.

On Sunday morning, I woke up around 5:30 am with a bit of anxiety. Anxiety about taking you to Stake Conference, which takes place between 10 am - 12 pm, which is the exact time that your morning naps take place. Church is really kicking our fannies right now and I need to readjust my expectations. Majorly.

Neither of you are walking yet, but you like to "walk" with the assistance of items around the house, i.e, chairs, boxes, and garbage cans. You never, NEVER sit still unless you're pretty tired, and even then, it's for about a maximum of 30 seconds. You have figured out how to crawl up the stairs, but not down. Liam, you have taken a head dive off your changing table. Finn, you have taken a head dive off your highchair and our bed.  Finn, you were introduced to "timeout" last week when you continued to hit and push your brother down. Liam, you were introduced to "timeout" yesterday when you bit your brother really hard on his arm, almost breaking the skin.

Finn, you know how to open doors. And that scares your parents. Liam, it's only a matter of time and you'll be right along with him. Because you guys are really into that lately. You know, the "do things together and gang up on mom" thing. It's cute, until it's complete chaos. Then, it's just...chaos.  And Grandpa and Grandma J's porcelain vase gets broken. And garbage is strewn about the hallway. And your dad's keys have gone missing. And my magazines are shredded behind the couch. And the bathtub faucet is running in our bathroom. And all the floor vents have been removed. And my nice dinner napkins, measuring cups, and dish towels have been reassigned to the kitchen floor.

Is it any wonder your dad comes home to a puddle of a wife?

Toddlerhood. We're approaching it.