"A Clean Gown Has Not 5 Minutes Wear"

Oh my, what a weekend so far. It seems to be quite a messy one. This happened in the bath Friday night. Ryan was reading in the bathroom, with the shower doors closed when the girls discovered my shaving cream. My shaving cream is no more. I imagine Emma was the mastermind behind this one, as the shaving foam was on Emma's hands and all over Elizabeth's body. I can't believe Ryan let this happen. Such a thing would never happen on my watch. (And if you really believe that, please refer to my previous posts....) After they were discovered, Elizabeth turned around and got Emma in the face with shaving cream. We turned on the shower and sprayed the girls down none-too-gently, in hopes of not encouraging this behavior.

And then today, we had another mess. This picture of Elizabeth's shoes was the only picture I cared to take. After dinner tonight, we decided to make cookies. As Ryan and I were deciding what kind to make, Emma mysteriously disappeared, except we were too involved in the cookie debate to notice. After a little while, Emma came into the kitchen saying that she got lotion on her clothes.

I asked, "How did that happen?"

"I was using the lotion," she replied.

"Which lotion, and why were you using it?"

"The white lotion," she innocently explained.

"And why were you using it?"

"Um, I don't know. It just dropped."

So I went down to my room, and lo and behold, there was lotion on the floor, my bed foot board, my sheets (I didn't make the bed today-- it was a nap day), both pillows, Elizabeth church shoes (how did they get in there?) and Emma's clothes that she was wearing.

Ryan asked her if she did it. Emma denied it. We then tried to remember where Elizabeth was before we take action. I was pretty sure Elizabeth was in the kitchen the whole time, so it must have been Emma.

Ryan started, "Why did you put lotion all over?"

Emma: "I didn't do it."

Ryan, "I don't want you lying to me. Did you do it?"

Emma again said, "I didn't do it."

"Your sister was in the kitchen. You will be in trouble if you are lying to me. Did you do it?"

Small voice, "Yes."

"And why did you put lotion everywhere?"

"I was decorating it."

So Emma got to sit on her bed, while Ryan answered the phone and had probably the longest phone conversation with my dad. And I cleaned up. Oh well, it was time to wash the bedding.

Oh, and did I mention that spray detangler squirted on a hardwood floor makes the floor very slippery?

*The title comes from a quote from "Northanger Abbey"

Two Hearts

Today I had yet another doctor visit. I think Dr. M will be sick of me (and probably vice versa) by the end of this pregnancy. I go in every two weeks until most women switch to the every-two-week-visit, which changes to a weekly visit for me. Ugh.
The girls came with me to the doctor. And today was a big day for us. We were able to pick up both heartbeats from the little guys! That is just amazing. Yes, there is a reason for my bloated appearance. They clocked in at 151 bpm and 154 bpm. It takes my breath away to realize I have two special little people in there, fresh from Heavenly Father's presence.

People Say the Oddest Things

The other day, Ryan was asked at school what he would do if our twins were both girls; meaning he would go from being outnumbered 3:1 to 5:1. And yes, that would be a lot of girls, and even I would be afraid of all those emotional hormones during the teenage years. Ryan told the person that we had looked into a couple of homes, and we thought we had decided on a family we'd let take the twins. (Ryan is so good at saying this stuff with a straight face.) The person was appropriately shocked at his reply. Hello! What did they want him to say? That he would never come home anymore? He'd disown us? Scream? Buy a really big motorcycle? The truth is, if we had all girls, we have all the right toys, clothes, routines and we know what to expect. Boys are an unknown to us.
We are happy to welcome whatever Heavenly Father sends our way. But I think Ryan could be excited to have another male in the house. We'll just have to wait and see.

Final Step to Adulthood

We've arrived, I think. Ryan and I were talking the other day about being grow-ups. Got the college education (some for me, a degree for Ryan), got a "real" job (Ryan again), have kids, bought a house and now the minivan. We can't think of any more steps on the road to adulthood. We may be wrong. Those with a little more experience than ourselves are probably chuckling to themselves, thinking, "Just wait until...." So, this is it. Our 2006 Kia Sedona. I think we did a better job buying this time, and the experience was more enjoyable. If sitting in a small space with your children for 4 hours could be considered enjoyable...
I think my wiring gets mixed up when I'm pregnant. I felt like we were getting rid of a beloved pet, using our Hyundai as a trade-in. The girls were feeling the same way. Emma especially was very disturbed that we were leaving our car and it wasn't ours anymore. But we are very happy with the minivan and it will probably be ours until it dies.

Overheard At Our House

There is an odor at our house.
Mom: Are you stinky?
Child: No. Just poopy.

Crying child comes running to her mom.
Parent asks non-crying child: Did you hit her?
Non-crying child: No. She was an alligator, so I whacked her.

After FHE
"Dear Heavenly Father, I wish to have a good time. Please bless us to have a good family home evening next time...." (It didn't include dessert tonight)