Thank goodness for distressed floors

I've been told by experienced moms that this is definitely a boy thing. Matt and Will love to send toys crashing to the floor, bang them on the windows and smash them against the cabinets. The lounder the sound the better. I sure will be glad when THIS phase is over.

My First Video

I have so many funny videos of the boys, but most of them are too large to upload. I finally took the time to find one that would work. Here's a short video of Matt and his basketball. It's almost a month old but even early on he was working on his dribbling skills.

Road Trip

I figured I needed to elaborate a little on our recent road trip. The one where we traveled 1500 miles in 5 days. I know I mentioned that Chris got a GPS lady to help him navigate the trip and she really was wonderful. I had hoped to come up with a catchy name for her, but I just ended up calling her the "voice of reason." I certainly didn't agree with all her directions, but you can all take a guess as to whom Chris listened to.

It really irritates me sometimes when women gush about how wonderful their husbands and/or children are. That's why it almost pains me to admit that our trip with Matt and Will was easy. They were pretty much perfect travelers except for our first night on the road when we stopped too late. That night we got to relive the first year of their lives by sharing a bed with them. Let's just say we sure don't miss having the boys sleep in bed with us, if you could call what we did sleep.

The rest of the trip was great. Matt and Will loved every minute of it save for their brief encounters with Caddy, the sweetest dog on earth. She freaked them out so bad that they cry when OUR dogs come around now.

A few more photos from the trip. The first one is just to show what we needed for a one night's stay on the road. Scary huh?




















Will had his first taste of peach frozen yogurt. I'm pretty sure he enjoyed it.















Nana gave Matt and Will each a teddy bear. Matt loved pulling out the hair on his teddy bear. I'm afraid it will be bald by the end of the year.

Multiple Multiples

Blogger ate all my text, and I don't feel like retyping so here are a few photos from our trip (which was so much easier than I ever could have expected thanks to the fact that I set my expectations low).

Chris, Will and Matt along with his cousin and her triplets. Five kiddos under 3 in the same house. They are adorable and Chris's cousin is amazing.


















Will, Chris, Nana, Gran and Matt- four generations!














Will and Matt enjoying the complimentary breakfast that came with their hotel room on our last day of the road trip.

Definitely on the mend

I can tell Matt is feeling better because he's back to biting Will when he doesn't get his way. It doesn't happen very often, but as soon as I hear Will's wail, I know that he's once again on the receiving end of Matt's teeth. What surprises me most is that Will has rarely bitten Matt. Thank goodness Will at least hits Matt, otherwise I'd be worried that Will is a big sissy.

I didn't witness the latest bite, but when I rounded the corner I found Matt stuck in the basket trying to figure out how to get out and Will dissolved in tears. I took a mom and me photo to try to make Will feel better, but he wasn't too impressed. All I can say is I just hope he doesn't inherit my nose.

I'll report in after I recover from the road trip... look for my next post in April 2009.

We must be insane

I'm sure the 3 people that read this blog are waiting on pins and needles to find out how Matt's diaper rash is. After 8 days, nearly 50 baths, 2 different prescription creams, and a pleading call to the pediatric clinic, he is finally on the mend. He should be nearly healed by the time we leave for our road trip this week. I believe I vowed not to travel any more this summer after the trip to the beach, but under duress Chris got me to agree to take a road trip with him, the boys and his mom. I must be a saint.

We're splitting the 12 hour drive between two days, since Chris is in bed every night by 9pm and I pretty much can't see after dark. As you can tell, we are not experienced road trippers. In fact, under the pretense of "saving our marriage" Chris purchased a GPS navigation system to use on the trip so he didn't have to consult his passenger for any help with directions.

When we arrive at our destination on Friday afternoon, we'll have a whole day and half with his family before we pack up the van and start the drive back on Sunday. I can tell Matt and Will are really excited about sitting in their car seats for 6 hours a day. It's all we talk about.

The 8-day diaper rash marathon has taught me a lot about the boys. As hard as it was to suffer from such an uncomfortable rash, Matt weathered the week without much problem. Poor Will was another story; he's just not used to feeling so neglected. By yesterday afternoon Will was so miserable. He was moping around the house whining and then would suddenly throw himself down on the floor feigning injury. When I didn't fall for his act, he picked himself up off the floor, took a few steps and threw himself down again. It was so sad to watch his desperate plea for attention. I just knew he was thinking "why couldn't I have gotten the diaper rash? why does it always have to be Matt!" Oh to be a twin!

Warning: Bare Bottom Ahead

We're dealing with another round of bad diaper rash for poor Matt, but I'll get to that later. I figured I'd better share some photos from this week:

Here's Will changing out of his pj's. Don't you just want to squeeze him?

Will after eating cheese ravioli. He usually likes to smear it all over his face, hair, eyes, etc.

Sweet Matt- before the diaper rash.

This is how we know the boys are finished with a meal. They start throwing everything on the floor. Doesn't it sound like a fun game?

Yet another way to tell when a meal is over.

Will's first professional hair cut.

And Matt's too!

Along with 3 baking soda baths per day and lots of prescription ointment, I also try to air Matt out a few times throughout the day. After 4 days it's no better, so we're trying a different tactic. I'm praying the new prescription will work, because even though Matt is a trooper, he is still so uncomfortable right now.