McFatty Monday

So one of my favorite blogs is written by Blair. Am I allowed to say that I totally love her and I want her to be my bff. When she repins my stuff on Pinterest I totally get excited because she must totally think I'm cool. I have lots of bloggers that I worship from afar but Blair was on thebump with me and she has a son that is really close in age to my kids and we've been through alot of the same things and she would totally get me if she knew me. Any way enough worship. She does this McFatty Monday so I am joining in because I really need to lose some weight.

Long story umm long:
Since Middle School I've battled my weight. My family has this lovely ritual where all of us gain weight right before you transition into "womanhood" (lovely isn't it). So I did that and the teasing began.
I started playing soccer all day every day and was itty bitty.
My family moved and I refused to eat ever again because I was so depressed and miserable and I would punish the world by starving myself (oh to be 17 again). So I remained itty bitty.
Enter J. Happiness returns as does the weight- slowly.
College 15 or um 20.
Grandma died and all I wanted to do was eat, plus wedding planning, job hunting, college graduation=heaviest I had ever been.
Drop 40 using a messed up version of South Beach for my wedding= thinnest adult weight (155).
Happy marriage, surprise spontaneous twins and antidepressants= THE heaviest I have ever been and ever wish to be.

So I'm hoping to lose weight, a lot of it. So my first goal is 10lbs. Why because that is how much I've gained being on Weight Watchers. I totally love Weight Watchers and it is the only thing that has ever really worked for me. There is a reason that I've gained that weight that is long and all my fault. So I will now lose it.

What?

You know those arguments you have with your significant other? The ones that go:
Don't forget we have to go to...
What? You never told me that.
I did, last Friday.
No you never told me.

And so on. Yeah j and I have lots of those. Usually I'm right, I totally did tell him and he just doesn't remember, but lately we started delving back into the past and rehashing the girls delivery. Dude they must have given me some good stuff or I was too worried about shaking out of my skin after the drugs they gave me to slow down my labor ( I made it to 8 cm in an hour people!) let me tell you terbetulin sucks.

So one conversation brought during a discussion with a friend, the placenta. Evidently I every enthusiastically donated it to science. I didn't/don't care what happened to it but I have no recollection of this happening. J says I gave a whole speech about giving back because I had gotten so much. What!

So now I can only think- crap what else did I forget about? Guess that is why there are two of us. So we can remember moments like this:

Girls Update

So I think the last time I posted Lily was learning to walk. Well we have successfully achieved that! Both girls are amazing! They are sweet to each other (sometimes) and love to give hugs and kisses to each other and to mom and dad and anyone else who wants them.

Sophie (baby A):

Soph is the more dominant twin. She is very physical. She loves to climb and can already jump picking both feet up off the ground. She loves to dance. She is busy and can be quick to anger but is also easy to redirect and distract. She loves to sing and we love Dora. She likes to sing and will sing along with you. She is becoming more chatty and has quiet a few words. She loves to say "I stuck" because she is often. She has a wonderful belly laugh and thinks so much is funny. She loves to give cuddles and loves Daddy, PopPop and Pappy. She loves balls and is my little hoarder. She will grab all kinds of toys and try to take them all over with her. She is very social and enjoys trying to play with older kids.

Lily (baby B):

Lily is my little peanut. She is a few inches shorter then her sister and is still in a size 12 months (sometimes 18). She is very verbal. The child has a full vocabulary at 18 months. It is a little scary. She said to me yesterday "Mama Sophie wants bubbles too." She does not always use full sentences and does sometimes still fill in with jibber jabber, but she is amazing. She is a copy cat and Daddy got in trouble for saying damn it when Lil repeated it perfectly. Her favorite word is cute, everything is cute. She likes to tattle already. She will come up to you and say "mama Sophie..." and tell us something naughty Sophie did. She calls Sophie Soapy and Sophie calls her YeYe. She calls bushes butches, and so many other little cute things. She likes to sing too and she will repeat the last word you sing. She likes to say the end of her prayers. I say God Bless and she fills in the names of our family and then says amen. We love to categorize, naming everyone in the family and the neighbors' family and all her aunts and uncles and grandparents. She names people on shows. We know everyone in Dora and in Fresh Beat Band and Umi Zoomi. She counts to 12, on her own, and I caught her counting the stairs in Spanish today (not as accurately as her English).

Both girls love to sing Ittsy Bittsy spider, Old MacDonald (but only with a cow), row row, twinkle twinkle and Bingo. They are good at body parts and animal noises. We are working on colors.

They are so much fun but also insanely challenging. They love to fight over silly toys and to pick on each other. But they also love each other and still love to cuddle. They are smart and funny but LOVE to throw tantrums. I think this is my favorite age but I've said that about all the ages!

I am what I am

This is a writing prompt that I do with my creative writing students. It always inspires them to write quiet a bit.

I am what I am. I am a mother of twins, a phrase that inspires awe in some or strange looks in others. I am strict and impatient at times, but fun loving and giggly at others. I am what I am. I am mother, microwave chef, chauffer, housekeeper, disciplinarian, nurse, teacher, police, judge, executioner. I am full of mistakes, redos, almosts. I am a well educated, overly educated, teacher of future generations. A writer, a knitter, a quilter, a painter, a reader, an eater. I am a pinterest addict, facebook lover, twitter tweeter, blog posting bitch. I have patience and am quick to like and to trust. I have been burned by others and changed but learned. I teach the future, I invest in my students but I call them my kids. I watch them grow. I am what I am. I am a survivor. I have over come the dark recesses of post partum depression. I let post partum obsessive compulsive disorder take over my life, but sought help on my own. I take meds but I am happy. I am what I am. I overcame my fears and I am a happy mother. A mother who will be there for her girls and celebrate their lives. I am a mother but also a teacher and wife and woman. I am what I am.

Nice to see everyone again. My goal this summer is to come back full force!

Walking!

I can't believe it! L is walking. She was always very steady on her feet, and when she started standing she stood solid. She could go up and down and squat. Now she is off, and she loves it! She loves getting the yays and hugs. Where did my baby go?!

Happy Birthday!

My sweet sweet girls,

I love you more than I could ever explain. You grew inside me and I knew the instant I saw the two little pink lines on that stick that you were mine and that you would be perfect. I remember feeling you wiggle inside of me and the little rythmic bumps against my pelvis when you got the hiccups.

I waited, holding my breath, begging God to hear your cries before Dr. S pulled you out. How proud your daddy was of you both. I've never seen him smile so much. We held you and cried. You both have been a challenge but I know your dad and I think you are the best thing that ever happened to us. Your little smiles and the laughs, the ones that start in your belly and make you wiggle and shriek in delight. They bring joy to my heart and make me feel like I am doing everything right. The silly Popeye faces you make and the little adventures that you find- climbing and opening drawers. I love being able to see life from your little eyes. I love that you miss me when I'm gone because I miss you so much too. I love singing songs at the top of our lungs in the car (which is mostly me but you both like to sing along too). I love hearing you wake up in the morning and talk to each other.

Always know that you have made my life better just by being here. I will always love you both, no matter what.
Happy Birthday sweet girls.

Love you,

Mama

Summer break

Well I took a little break (it was supposed to be little). This was mostly just supposed to happen while we were at the beach. My aunt and uncle don't have much of an internet connection. Well then I was out of the habit so well you know what happened.


I'm back at work and teaching creative writing and yearbook. I am only part time, yay! It is weird to leave everyday at 11:30. I have lots of updates to share and I do a lot of writing with my students so hopefully I will be posting more.

Upcoming posts will hopefully include: a summer recap (with super cute beach pics), a one year photo session, birthday letters and pictures, pics of my freshly designed house!, plus some other things that have been on my mind lately! So to entice you to come back here is a sneak peak of the girls birthday pics.

portraits were taken at Portrait Innovations.