We've Been Robbed

We thought for Halloween it would be a good idea to dress the kids up as something that really fits them.
Bank Robbers!

They're not your typical bank robbers.  They're partial to Chase Banks only.  More particularly Chase Accounts that end in **********9976.  They don't use force or weapons, just those sweet adoring eyes and the occasional "Da-Da".  Addison's eyes have already earned her whatever kind of wedding she wants and a red convertible when she turns 16.  Tyler has earned numerous trips to Texas de Brazil.  To each their own.  

Okay, so we didn't really dress them up as bank robbers.  But as we were getting them ready for Halloween, we noticed the underneath of their costumes made them look very similiar.  

I present to you, The Ladybug and The Bumble Bee...the very disgruntled lady bug and bumble bee...the we've taken 300 pictures in these costumes lady bug and bumble bee...the this is my dinner time and we are not eating lady bug and bumble bee.  Our trip consisted of neighbors to the left, neighbors to the right, back to neighbors on left and home.  

Speaking of neighbors on the know the last blog where I mentioned the Drive and Dump, and the twins, and find someone really close to give your stuff too....Well, they made the Facebook announcement this week, so I feel it's safe to make the blog announcement.  They are the ones expecting twinkies!  So, I never even had to load up a truck.  Arms loaded, 18 paces to the right, ring door bell, walk in, and dump. Very convenient and very exciting. 

There's talk of digging underground tunnels and play rooms...I'll keep you posted. 


The Art of...

I was really excited to share my blog on the AOFD(Art of the Fake Drink) a few months ago.

I feel like I have created another "Art of".  I like to call it the "Art of the Drive and Dump".  I know what most of you are thinking, and I know a lot of my blogs revolve around poop...but not this one.  This is a whole new kind of dump.

With twins, you have tons of "stuff" that stockpiles up.  Stuff that you use a couple of times, if that, and then it takes up space and collects dust in your it's always good to have an exit strategy.  Most people chose the garage sale or the "come and take what you want method". Not me.  That takes too long and you give people the option of not taking stuff you want to get rid of.

I present the Art of the Drive and Dump


1-Find Someone thats having Twins, preferably close by- Luckilly, for us, some of our friends are having twins(I think it's still top secret so I cant name names)

2-Set a limit on how full you want your garage to get- about every other weekend mine hits capacity, and I load up some stuff in the truck, and head that way.

3-Show up unannounced-This is a crucial step.  They can't turn you down, if you don't tell them you're coming. No warning, just drive up, knock knock and walk right in.

4-Act like its all important stuff your giving them-They can't say no, because they don't know what half of it is or even does.  Just nod and act like it's really important. Just start explaining something they don't know about yet, tell them it's how you survived weeks 2-4, and they're in.

5-Establish a no return policy-Even though no money is changing hands, make it known that this is a one way street.  I give to you, you keep or you give away.

There you have it.  It's a simple, 5 step plan, that will have your garage back to housing cars, not mini-bathtubs, strollers, and boppies.  

I don't even know what to title this blog... I promised the next blog would involve bird poop and diarrhea.  And I promised I would blog in the next day or two...obviously that didn't happen.  I'm not going to back track the trip home from KC, but I will tell you that my "1 stop theory" failed miserably.  Both kids had diarrhea the entire way home.  It was awful.  I have vowed to never drive with kids that far again....ever.  Flying is the only way to go.  I made this vow before we even got halfway home (PS:I got my way...guess who has a solo ticket to KC over Thanksgiving? THIS GUY.  C is taking the bambinos up with her folks, and I'm leaving on a jet plane)

No to the bird poop portion of the story...I met C and the kids on the way up parked my car under a shade tree at hotel. Good News:Car was still there when we got there.  Bad News: Apparently every pigeon in Denton, Tx uses that tree as its on personal fly-by-crap-station.  My car looked like it had been blasted with 1,000 white paintballs.  White spots everywhere. 3 car washes later...she was fully recovered.

In other news, the babies are doing great.  Addison says "Mama" now, and if you listen really hard and twist the words "Dada" comes out every once in a while.  She is definitely a Daddy's girl.  Whenever I walk in the room, her face lights up and she gives me the biggest smile and just stares at me.  I wish I could tell her that she was the first girl that this happened to, but we all now that's not the case. (rimshot?)  She is really into the dogs and sleeping....and apparently newspaper.

Tyler is becoming a crazy little man.  He has two teeth now, and is literally all over the place.  He crawls everywhere, and this week he got two bruises on his head.  He tries to pull himself up on those walker things that look like cars...and doesn't realize they have wheels....and BAM! that thing will shoot out from under neath him in no time.  They both eat everything....Yes, even dog food. Not sure it's pediatrician approved, but it is a heck of a lot cheaper than formula.
(He constantly wears those red marks on his forehead)

Caroline's college roommate(Dr. ZZ Topp, yes that is her real name) came into town to visit us this last weekend.(And by us, I mean them) Caroline explained to her that "kids are like having dogs, but you love them a lot more" ...which makes the above picture come full circle...

I'm not making any promises on when my next blog will be, but  I keep making promises to myself that I will pick up the pace.