♡28 weeks pregnant. glucose test done,

ultrasound done- the girls are both 2 lbs. 6 oz. and looking great.

cate is head down (she is baby A), and that’s great. that increases the chances that i won’t have to have a csection.

super swollen cankles and legs…out of breath and waddling. i won’t lie. not looking my best. j was rubbing my feet the other night and i SWEAR he actually asked me this with a straight face…

“um, where are your ankle bones????”.

nice.

 

♡found a photographer to take family/maternity photos in a few weeks. i couldn’t possibly be more excited. so happy i found neely, she seems to be an absolute doll.

 

♡i’ve done a couple more layouts with the october SC kit and wanted to share some sneaks:

 

 

♡i’ve finally talked sadie into letting me put her hair into a “pony”. i know i’m biased, but i think it’s the cutest:

 

♡researching savannah neigborhoods. dreaming of spanish moss and beautiful houses. 🙂

 

♡gotta go. the girls just got out of their bath and are dancing nekky to justin bieber. j may or may not be singing along.

 

happy wednesday!

xxo

 

first, i want to share a picture i snapped this weekend:

how sweet is this? it’s my favorite photo right now. j loves to read to them, and they LOVE it. look at sadie’s face with her little tongue out. HA! i just love everything about this one and wanted to share it.

this weekend went well, but gosh yard/garage sales are HARD! i was worn out after we finished on Saturday.

not to mention that yard sales bring out some major characters. i laughed really hard at several of the characters we met.

my favorite was a lady that screeched to a stop in her white van and screamed ERNEST GET THE BEAR!
her cowboy hat wearing husband leapt out of the van and ran for a stuffed bear we were selling.

then he tried to negotiate a tutu to go with the bear. then he and his wife had a screaming match over whether or not the tutu was crucial for the bear’s look.

and i?

almost peed my pants.

ERNEST GET THE BEAR!
is now a catchphrase at our house.

good times.

onto the lemonade…

the girls were so excited about their lemonade stand. so excited in fact, that harper completely lost her voice.

j helped the girls make some pink lemonade, set up a little table, our sweet 5th grade neighbor helped harper design a sign…and they were good to go.

everytime someone walked up, harper would yell “HELLO!!!! ARE YOU THIRSTY???” or “DO YOU WANT A BEBERAGE????”.

also, “HELLO!!! WOULD YOU LIKE TO SELL SOMETHING???”…i think she was confused about what we were doing.

and of course everyone did.

then she upped the ante.

 

i mean who can say no to a princess selling lemonade?

she sold all the lemonade we had. if we had more, she might have made as much as we made in the yard sale!

and that, my friends, is how you sell lemonade.

happy monday!

xxo

s

 

 

 

 

 

 

it’s the weirdest thing. you wait and wait. for months, or a year,

and you are so ready for them to come home.

in the days leading up to redeployments i am SO emotional. i knew he’d be home sometime friday and all week i swear i cried at the drop of a hat!

and i didn’t sleep a wink thursday night,

and then all of the sudden bright and early friday morning he walked in the front door.

and just like that it was back to the way it always is.

us.

and if you can’t tell from the photos, the chickies haven’t left him alone for a second.

“DADDYYYYYYYY” rings through the house day and night. along with giggles, shrieks, and “LOOK AT ME!!” “noooo daddy, hug ME!!!”.

and his love never ceases. he never rolls his eyes or says not now…he beams. and his love for them is so apparent, it makes me love him even more.

and i watch them and smile, and i think about this. next time he comes home, we will have four. and this happiness? will be magnified.

it’s better every time. we get better every time. i love us. how we are as a family, how much love and respect we have for one another.

even when we bicker, or need a break from eachother for a bit. even when there is hair pulling and eye-poking (the girls, not us!!!!!), we treat each other with respect and realize it’s OK.

and as much as i hate it when he’s away, it makes it that much sweeter when he’s home.

so much sweeter.

love you all, happy sunday!

xxo

s

p.s. labor day winner by random.org drawing is 176- WHEE!!!!

 

you’ve probably heard me talk about “survival mode” before.

i’ts doing whatever you have to do as a mommy to survive.

no judging, no guilt, no second guessing.

just surviving.

we are all ready for j to come home. this was harper’s school assignment a while back, an “all about me” chart.

 

so we are in survival mode big time.

what does that mean for us? lots of things.

movie nights, complete with popcorn and mama painting little toenails purple and aqua,

lots of bubble baths:

harper getting to make her own ‘ashion choices. i must say, she does a really good job!:

 

plenty of talking to the babies

 

letting sadie rule the roost when harper is at school:

 

 

 

using pullups for hats (what? remember- i said no judging!!!)

also:

really messy art (the more glitter, glue, and paint the better)- you should SEE my craft room. :),

piling in mama’s bed for one story after another,

driving around in the car aimlessly listening to music,

puppet shows,

grab bag (i went to the dollar store and filled a huge gift bag with treats, one bag per girlie. they may take one thing out at a time to play. it includes things like a flashlight, miniature cars, bubbles, crayons, stickers, etc).

and we are surviving.

survival of the fittest, baby.

xoxo

s

 

pile of feet that was spotted at my latest ultrasound.

don’t be grossed out by all the other blobby freaky looking stuff. hee!

apparently it’s almost impossible to get a good 3D image with twins b/c of all of the shadows that they cast on each other.

but all of these feet piled together? they kill me.

i

can’t

wait.

to see those feet snuggled together in the cradle.

to hold them both and smell their sweet baby smell. to hear those new baby noises.

the peeps. the squeaks.

the cries.

the swaddling. the teensy diapers.

the yawns and stretchy arms with wobbly fists.

the “frog” legs bent up against their little bodies.

the way their breath smells so sweet.

it’s so worth it.

the fear, the pain, the notknowingwhatisnext

so worth it.

 

i’m doing this day by day.

yesterday was a hard day. i went to the hospital b/c i felt weird.

no other way to explain it. i was worried it was my blood pressure.

so they hooked me up to the fetal heartbeat monitors…

blood tests, urine test, pulse, blood pressure. and i was fine.

my heart rate was high, and the doctor said this to me.

are you stressed?

uh yes.

are you eating and drinking as much as you should be?

uh…i don’t know.

and i realized i didn’t.

i mean, no idea.

 

 

so i’ve decided. i am taking care of myself.

and by myself,

i mean cate and lucy.

and that means saying no to certain things. and letting go of other things.

and not feeling guilty. or like i’m a bad mommy.

 

a sweet friend (and fellow mama to twins!) told me about a verse in proverbs that says this:

“A heart at peace gives life to the body.”

this is my new mantra. praying, resting, letting go. looking forward to the future and knowing…

it’s so worth it.

i will think positively. i know what can happen. i’ve heard all of the worst case scenarios. read every book i can get my hands on. there are a lot of WONDERFUL scenarios too. i choose to focus on the positive.

i cannot control the way this is going to go. i simply can’t.

but i can control how i handle it. and i want to do it with a smile on my face and hope in my heart.

i can’t wait to meet these babies.

and kiss those little feet.♡♡