Not mine, no no no. I got myself all nice and fixed, remember? It's just been a while since I've talked about the kids over here, and they are growing and just becoming so damn cute that I wanted to give ya'll a little update. Let's start with my sister Rachel's kids, shall we?
Just for those of you that don't already know, I have twin sisters, almost exactly two years younger then me. One of those sisters, Rachel, had twin girls herself approx. 16 months ago. Stella and Sophie, respectively. (Stella is older, by a handful of minutes but still, older nonetheless.)
I visit Rachel often and definitely get my baby girl fix over there. I'm still trying to decide which one is my favorite...
...it changes daily, basically my favorite is whoever wants me to hold them the most. Which lately has been Rachel's other daughter, Poppy, who just turned one month old. Yes, yes you heard that right. She has three girls under 17 months.
I do not envy her, that is for sure. Ok so maybe I do, just a little. Only because her girls are so darn cute!
Miss Poppy Cecile
As much as I do love those little girls, I am royally pissed off at my sister for taking my full-time babysitters away. Now that she had to go and birth some children, my parents split equal time watching her kids and mine. Which totally isn't fair. I don't even have a logical reason why it isn't fair other than JUST BECAUSE.
I'm just so mad.
My babies. And yes, they are still babies, and don't none ya'll try to tell me differently. I don't care if in a month I will have a 3 and 5 year old, they are still babies I tell you, babies!
Let's start with this baby. My almost 5 year old baby. I bought him a brand new pair of shoes a month ago and they are already too small. What is that about? Also, he is "over" giving me kisses on the lips and will only kiss me on the heart. Which would be all great and wonderful if my heart wasn't dead from hearing that he no longer wanted to kiss mommy on the lips. I mean...it just makes me....sad.
This one. My Coltie. The potty training is going great, by the way. He only wears one diaper a day, during nighttime. He wears his undies to nap and hasn't once wet the bed. He begs and cries to go into the school with me every day I pick up Gunner, so I know he can't wait to begin preschool next year,
Which got me thinking...three whole days where I will have the morning to myself. What ever shall I do? Blog more? Spike my coffee with vodka? Or God forbid I get my ass on the treadmill and start working out again.
I got it. I'll just do all three. At once. #genius
And finally, as if we didn't have enough sets of twins in our family, my cousin and his wife just gave birth to....wait for it....twins!
That's right, a boy and a girl.
Mr. Stone and Mrs. Rogue.
And now I die.