Nap-time Shenanigans and the T's

As you can see, our girls have thoroughly mastered their cribs. Every afternoon at nap time, they perform a series of gymnastic routines before completing their final dismount, and finally going to sleep. While their flexibility and agility is very entertaining, I sometimes fear for their safety. They have also figured out how to efficiently climb in and out of their cribs, which doesn't make me feel any better about the situation.

The bottom line is that they are ready to be out of their cribs, but we aren't sure what to get them next. That is where the question of the T's begins.

Should we get them

Toddler Beds?

Twin Beds?

or

a Trundle Bed?

And does a twin bed mean that it will literally fit a set of twins?

If you would be so kind to share your experience in this matter, we would be so grateful.

Twas the Morn after Christmas

Twas the morn after Christmas and with nowhere to go,
Every creature was sleeping in our humble condo.
The girlies were sprawled out, new toys in their beds,
While visions of next Christmas danced in their heads.

And Mama in her jammies, and Papa in his G’s,
Slept on into Saturday, for as long as they pleased.
When out of the alarm clock there arose such a clatter,
Mama went to take her temp, and empty her bladder.

Her temperature had risen, could this be a trick?
She ran to the bathroom to pee on a stick.
When what to her wondering eyes should appear?
But a thin, pale, blue line, that was faint…but clear.

And so to the closet, she flew like a bat
Grabbed a large flashlight, and by Papa she sat.
“I think I am pregnant!” she said with a smile.
And they gazed at the stick, and then hugged for a while.

And the twins’ Christmas wish, if you can remember,
Will be happily fulfilled this coming September.

The Princess and the Frog, and Revenge of the Movie Popcorn

Saturday night we did the unthinkable. We left our cautious parent thinking caps at home, and took our girls to their first movie.

Two, two year olds..

at a 90 minute movie..

on a Saturday night...

at a busy theatre, no less.

Yes, we were "those parents."

I was really reluctant at first, but after 30 minutes of battling over the matter, I could tell that Kevin's heart was really set on seeing a movie. So I shook off a few of my worry warts, stuffed my purse with enough fruit snacks and bite-sized goods to last 90 minutes, and we were off.

Amazingly enough, the girls were practically perfect during the movie. They sat quietly, snacks perched in each hand, mesmerized by the large screen, and attempting to balance themselves on chairs that seemed to gobble them right up. There were other little girls in the audience too, and so we didn't seem to be as out of place as we had thought. It was so nice to enjoy a movie with the whole family. It was almost too good to be true. And so we left the theatre, with the girls in our arms and popcorn in our bellies, happy that it all worked out. Little did we know that it wasn't the movie we should have been worried about.

After a few hours of being home, my stomach began sending me some ugly threats. Kevin was kind enough to tailor to my needs, until he was suddenly disabled by the same crippling lurching in his stomach. We immediately found the popcorn and it's buttery dressing to be guilty, as it was the only food item that we both had that day. Luckily the girls only had a few pieces and didn't seem to be having any issues. We went to bed early, hoping it would wear off by morning, but it wasn't meant to be.

Now I have never been very skilled at throwing up, but this popcorn gave me some major talent. Let's just say that I was fishing popcorn kernels out of my nose after the fact. And poor Kevin, whose intestines are built of steel, who eats creepy slimy creatures of the sea without worry, was so utterly defeated by this same stomach bug.

It was really bad.

The girls went with Kevin's parents for the day, allowing us to continue our bathroom to bed rotations uninterrupted. 24 hours of sickness came to a close soon after receiving wonderful priesthood blessings, and we couldn't have been happier.

Next time we are at the movies, we will bring our own popcorn, or just forgo the "butter dressing" just in case.

Kitty Barf Art

Looks about right to me.