2012, The Year of the Babies!

2012 was a wild year for this ole gal. Here are a few events from the year.

January 5, 2012: I was 9 weeks pregnant and off to the doctor to get my very first ultrasound. I was still coming to grips with the fact that I was pregnant. I went alone to this appointment because I figured it was just going to be routine "Yep, you're pregnant." kinda deal. Boy was I ever surprised. Laying there on the table, the cold gel on my belly, seeing my little baby (which basically looked like nothing) for the first time, the ultrasound tech says, "So, Allison, what do you think about twins?" Come again? Oh my Lord! Are you serious?!?! I couldn't stop laughing after she told me that. It was the most amazing (and terrifying) news I had ever received. TWINS!

I called Douglas as soon as I got out of the office to tell him the news. "Are you sitting down? Doug, we are having twins!" "ARE YOU SERIOUS? No. You are joking. ARE YOU SERIOUS! Oh my God. What are we going to do with 2 of them?"

Then I called Boomer and Jenna. Got the same reactions. "ARE YOU SERIOUS!?"

January 28, 2012: We had a party to reveal the big secret and let everyone know that we were expecting twins. Up until this point, only a few people knew and were sworn to secrecy. My mother, my aunts, uncles, cousins, friends...no one knew. We decided to let everyone know via cake (why not, cake is one of my favorite things). Oh, and I had just received my Masters in December, so everyone assumed that the party was to celebrate that. After dinner, I forced everyone to gather around the dining room table to see the cakes I had purchased. I took the top off of the first cake, "Congratulations on your 1st Baby!" There was a slight pause, then everyone started hollering, "What!? You're pregnant?!" Calm down, people, check out this cake. "Congratulations on your 2nd Baby!" A slightly longer pause as it sunk in. Then, more screaming, "WHAT?! TWO BABIES? TWINS?!!" Hilarious. That was such an awesome day. Aunt Kathy said, "We have to call Mom [Beetle]!" I said, "She already knows." Kathy said, "What? I'm going to kill her!" 

A little bit later Tracy showed up. None of us had eaten any cake yet because we wanted her to experience the surprise. She saw the first cake and hollered. After seeing the second cake, "You've gotta be shitting me!!! Carol, how did this happen?" To which Carol replied, "Don't look at me. I didn't do it." So funny.

February 27, 2012: I was 16 weeks pregnant and we found out the sex of the babies. Two little boys. Good grief. 

March 2012: Doogie and I travel to the YUM! Center to watch the UK Wildcats dominate in the second and third round of the tourney. Got to see lots of awesome dunks, lobs, and blocks, and all other awesomeness that came along with that wonderful team. Oh, how I miss those boys!

Late March 2012: Sarah and Chris come over to watch the UK/UL Final Four game. Right when the game is getting heated (a 2-4 point differential), the friggin ceiling caves in...literally. We're just sitting here watching the game, I'm probably cussing like a sailor at the game, and then BOOM! A cloud of plaster dust fills the room and bits of plaster fly everywhere. Doug calmly gets up off the couch and shuts the pocket door. Out of sight, out of mine. "We'll deal with that after the ballgame."

April 2012: The Wildcats win the championship! I cried watching One Shining Moment. You know how it is.

May 2012: I don't really remember much about May. Honestly, the only thing I remember about 2012 is being pregnant. In May, I was starting to get pretty miserable. Oh, and Doogie and I celebrated our 2 year wedding anniversary.

June 2012: Full on misery! When I entered into my third trimester, I entered into hell. Each week I went to the doctor, and each week I gained 3-5 lbs. Ugh. I am still carrying some of that weight around. Anything else cool happen in June? I doubt it. I was too huge to do anything but go to work, go to the doctor, and lay on the couch. Oh, you know something that was really cool, though, was during this time, my sweet, considerate friends organized a Meals on Wheels for me. Because I was on partial bed rest, the doc told me to do nothing but lay on the couch after I got home from work. Therefore, I was not allowed to cook. Even if I had been allowed, I was too miserable to even try. So, my friends cooked for me!! I love those dudes.

July 13, 2012: I was admitted to the hospital on Friday the 13th. I had mild preeclampsia, so I had to go sit in the damn hospital hooked up to an IV just in case something happened. Nothing happened until the 19th when the boys arrived. I will spare you that story in case you are a woman and want to have babies. You don't want to hear about it. Don't read about it either. The best thing to do is just pretend that childbirth doesn't happen until it happens. Then, once the ordeal is over, try your best to block it out of your memory. I'm working on the latter myself. How am I to ever have another child if I cannot fully block out the horror of the first ordeal? 

July 19, 2012: Julian and Jonas arrive! They were so beautiful and awesome and I gave them a million kisses! Boomer went in the operation room with me and tried to make me less scared. It was all okay once I heard those little cries. I just can't describe what that feeling was like. You just gotta be there, I reckon. 

Everyday since July 19: All about the babies! Oh how your life changes once you have a little one (or 2)! Everything you knew before babies is no more. Everything changes. 

August 19, 2012: After telling everyone that Doogie did not want to do anything  for his birthday, no one listened and ambushed us at the house for a party. I think it was probably the worst birthday party ever. Poor Doug. Turning 30 sucks, especially when you don't even get to celebrate the way you want.

September 2012: Ugh, this was the month I started back to work. It totally sucked leaving my little babies, but at least I got a promotion and raise!

October 2012: I WON THE LOTTERY! Well, my name was drawn in the UK season tickets lottery! For those of you not in the know, that means I was hand selected to get the opportunity to purchase season tickets to UK men's basketball games. It was basically like winning the lottery, except instead of winning money, I actually forked over a couple of grand to be able to sit in Rupp's Rafters. I can't help it, people. I was raised this way. Blue to the bone, as they say.

November 2012: Thanksgiving at our house! This was the first time in my life that I was not in Dwarf for Thanksgiving. It was sad not to be with Beetle and the gang, but we had a really nice time at home with Doug's family. And, this awesome Marc quote came out of the experience, "I'm not a girl. I'm a man-zebra!" That kid is a trip!

December 2012: CHRISTMAS. I won't bore you with repeating details of Christmas, just know that it was awesome, as usual.

2012 was, in a lot of ways, a very loooooong year. Especially during those last few months of pregnancy. But, now that it is over, I can't believe it is already 2013. My boys are 5 months and some change. When did that happen? Time really does fly.

Here's to hoping 2013 is a great adventure!

Goodbye 28, Hello 29!

Baby Allison

At 8:22 PM, I turn 29 years old. Yes, 29 years ago today the world was blessed with my existence. I have never actually asked my Mom about that night. Alls I know is, it was colder than a well digger's arse, and there were a lot of Joneses in the waiting room...smoking and giving Beetle a headache. Can you imagine being allowed to SMOKE in a hospital? The 80s. So classy!

The boys slept in this morning...until 8:30. Doug got up with them so I could sleep in. Unfortunately, I couldn't sleep, so I got up anyhow. BUT, to get through the morning, I made some bacon and Doug made me pancakes. Excellent birthday breakfast. PLUS, it snowed!

Yes, we're still sporting reindeer pjs.

I hung out with the boys the rest of the morning/early afternoon. You should have seen our living room. There wasn't one clear spot on the floor. One pack-n-play with gym inside, 2 jumperoos, 2 swings, and 1 exersaucer. If you don't have babies, or haven't been to my house in the past 5 months, and aren't familiar with all of the aforementioned jazz, just know that 1 of those items alone takes up a whole lot of real estate.

Doug took Marc and the boys to Target around 2, which meant I got to stay home and take a bubble bath! Happy birthday to me!

So, not only is it my birthday, it is also UK vs UL game day. You know it's game day in Kentucky when everyone you talk to that day answers the following question the same way.

Q: What's going on today?

A: Ah, nothing. Just waiting on the game.
Too bad UK lost. BUT, they only lost by 3 at Louisville. I'll take it. These boys are going to be dangerous come March.

Joann came over after the game to watch the babies while Doug and I went out. We went to dinner and had real grown-up drinks! After dinner, we were going to go to Festival of Lights, but I decided it was too cold. I wanted to go somewhere for another drink, but since we are so cool, we couldn't even think of a place where we could go have a drink. So, we went to Graeter's instead. I had the usual butter pecan and Doogie had cookies and cream. Yeah, we are wild. Oh, and Doogie bought me a birthday gift: a Graeter's Ice Cream Cone Christmas ornament! Hooray!

We arrived home to find the boys already in their pjs. This made me a little sad because one of my favorite things to do is dress them in their pjs. So, since it is my birthday and all, I re-dressed them! Besides, they had  on fleece pjs, and this house is hotter than hell. I didn't want them to roast! They are now donning cotton baseball pjs from their girlfriend TBo. We had a couple tickle fights. Played hop on pop. They sucked down a few ounces of similac, and now they are snoozing.

29 ain't so bad. Talk to me again next year!

Post-Christmas Happenings

Wendy's Snowman

So, even though Christmas is over, I am still enjoying my holiday season and my welcomed vacation from work. Yesterday, Doogie, the boys, and me set out to go do a little post-Christmas shopping. As soon as we hopped in the car, the snow started coming down like no other. We decided we'd be brave and head on out. Well, that lasted about a block. Joe Bear was griping, which was making it difficult for Doog to concentrate on driving in the snow, so we decided to go back home. Once we turned into our driveway, however, we looked back to check on the boys and they were both sawing logs. We didn't want to wake them, so we decided we'd just drive around the neighborhood a few times. Boy, the Woods is full of such beautiful homes. Most of them were decorated for Christmas and snow-covered. It was lovely to see them all. Driving around your neighborhood for 45 minutes may sound completely lame, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself. We popped outside of the Woods to grab a burger at Wendy's. There, the crew had built a little snowman to greet the drive-thru customers. We searched high and low for something to fashion a nose, eyes, and/or mouth for Frosty (what a perfect name for a Wendy's snowman), but alas, we came up empty-handed. As we were waiting on our food, the cashier was attempting to make him a smile out of a red onion, but the onion wouldn't stick in the snow.

Did you know that this Christmas was the Christmas of shiny things? My favorite of my new shiny items were my locket and my ruby earrings (sweet and sentimental--the boys' birthstone is a ruby). I love them most because not only are they beautiful on their own, but they also remind me of my little boys! Santa has such exquisite taste, and knows me so well; he really must have his eyes open all year long. I do say, it was very difficult trying to find pictures for my locket. No one (i.e., Shutterfly) prints photos small enough for a locket. So, I improvised: I cut the happy baby Santas out of an extra Christmas card! Perfection!

The following comment was not made post-Christmas, but I kept forgetting to write about it. My dear friend said this of my house (and I am paraphrasing because I can't remember the quote verbatim). Ahem:
Your house is perfect for Christmas. It's always warm and there's always a lot of food.
That made me happy.

In other news, I bought 2 Christmas presents today. Only 363 days til CHRISTMAS!

Christmas at Home

Today is the most wonderful day of the year...but all of its wonder is about to end in 42 minutes. Poop. Why can't Christmas come once a month? I guess if it happened so frequently, some of its magic would be lost. 365 days until we meet again, Christmas! And next year, I will be ready. I will be waiting and plotting and I will have my schedule down. We will practice old traditions and we will begin new ones. Yes, sir, 365 days.

Christmas Eve at Mommaw's was a blast (see Christmas in Dwarf: Part 2). When we got home, I made us some lasagna (do I smell new tradition?), we jammed to Christmas tunes, played with babies, sat by the tree, and exchanged gifts with Doogie's family. And because we didn't feel like waiting for Santa (sorry Santy), Doogie and I opened our gifts. Dacian, eat your heart out:

This morning, I woke up at the crack of dawn, which I am sure will unfortunately be a tradition from now until the boys are grown and love sleep as much as their mother. I had planned on making breakfast, but ended up just eating some Apple Jacks. Carol came down around lunch time and put the bird in the oven. The boys opened their Christmas gifts from Aunt Linda. Check out Jonas and his zebra.

Speaking of Jonas, that guy was craaaaaanky today. I think he is ticked that Christmas is about to end. Or maybe his bad mood is due to his massive amount of toe jam. WARNING: Graphic image below.

Just before dinner, the boys got a visit from Santa's helper, Joann the Christmas Elf.

Dinner was AMAZING. Carol, Doogie, and I out did ourselves, people. You should've come over. We had turkey (naturally), gravy, mashed potatoes, dressing, sweet and spicy sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, cranberry relish, and peach pie (and did I mention that there were only 4 of us at dinner?). It was a meal fit for a queen, and, well, I am the Christmas Queen, so I ate until I was about to pop. Downright glorious. 

When everyone had foundered on dinner, we sacked out on the couch to watch National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. I wish you could've heard Carol cackle at the movie. I mean, that movie is hilarious, but it was killing Carol. Her favorite part of the movie (or at least the part that got the biggest reaction, "she was laughing so hard I thought she was having some sort of fit...some sort of medical emergency"--Doug) was when the ice shard flies out of Clark W. Griswold's gutter and straight through his snotty neighbors' window.

After the movie, we opened more presents! We all gave and received a lot of nice jazz, but in particular, I really enjoyed this little gift from Joann. It is a "Worry Angel" that her niece made. The angel says, "I'm your worry angel. Place me on your sill. Now you don't have to worry. Because you know I will."

Ah, beautiful, wonderful, magical, totally awesome Christmas. See you in 365 days!

Christmas in Dwarf: Part 2

Christmas 2012 in Dwarf was a great time. 

Jonas slept in until 9 this morning. When he woke up, he hung out with Uncle Anthony.

After hang-time, Uncle Ant made some delicious deviled eggs. I can't believe deviled eggs aren't on everyone's Christmas dinner menu. Get with it, people, these things rule! 

Check out Jules on his T-Rex.

Opening all of those presents, being held by all of those cousins, uncles, aunts, and grandmas, and jamming to Bob Dylan's Christmas album with Uncle Bob really gets to a guy.

And this guy, too.

Luckily, they still slept all the ride home. Then, when we got home, Joe Bear performed a new trick: pulling off his sock and sticking it in his mouth! 

Julian was not impressed.

Merry Christmas From Aunt Eunice

This is Beetle's Aunt Eunice tree. It is
decorated with Aunt Eunice's jewelry!

 A visit with Aunt Eunice (Mommaw's sister) was one guaranteed to be full of laughs. She was a great story teller, and an unbelievable character! Everyone’s face beamed with joy when they heard Aunt Eunice was coming to Dwarf, especially at Christmas time. Aunt Eunice consistently bought the best Christmas presents. Now, take a moment to ponder what your idea of the best Christmas present would be. And now, sit back and listen to what our idea of the best Christmas present was.

Eunice did her shopping throughout the year, and did it all at the “Catholic Store” (a second hand store run by the one and only Catholic Church in Wolfe County)! One never knew what to expect when receiving these gifts. Why, it could be anything from a classic rain hat (umbrella hat) and poncho to a pair of hot pink silk bloomers! Thus, the excitement surrounding an Aunt Eunice Christmas present was completely justifiable. Aunt Eunice would sometimes visit Dwarf before the holidays, bringing everyone’s Christmas present a little early. If you think for one minute we waited until Christmas to open these, you’ve plum lost your mind! And when one feller is not in Dwarf, but his present is, the others are on the horn, “Your Aunt Eunice present is here. Can we open it?” It doesn’t matter if the person on the phone consented or not, the phone call was just a courtesy. That present was going to be unwrapped!

Aunt Eunice on her tree.

Let’s see if I can remember a few of these precious gifts. There was Glenn, who one year was the proud recipient of some barely-worn hiking boots; unfortunately, the boots were 2 different sizes, neither of which matched his foot. Curtis got a nice set of cufflinks, too bad someone else’s initials were engraved in them. Doug got some bright blue women’s winter gloves. And best of all, Jason received a big can of Dapper Dan hair wax; Jason is bald. These presents may sound insulting to some, but Aunt Eunice truly felt that she was buying us wonderful gifts, and these presents were prized possessions to us.

Christmas in Dwarf: Part 1

We made it to Dwarf on Thursday night, just in time to beat the snow. When we woke up Friday morning, Christmastime had arrived! Snow, snow, snow! So happy to be at home in southeast Kentucky with family and snow. We spent our first couple of nights with Boomer and Jbird. We got a visit from Ron & Bonnie (Jbird's parents), who showered the boys with lots of Christmas goodies, including the smash hit--Peek-A-Boo Teddy. Here's Julian bonding with his Aunt Boomer. He was in Heaven (and so was she).

We went to visit Great-Grandma Beetle, who was making gingerbread (my favorite). She sure is awesome. One of these days, my gingerbread will taste like hers...well, probably not, but I can dream.

 While Beetle made gingerbread, Jonas stuck his fist in his mouth! My boy's got talent!

We exchanged Christmas gifts on Christmas Eve Eve Eve. I think Jbird liked his present.

And Jules dug his new footwear: BEAR PAWS!

He also thoroughly enjoyed hanging out with Grammy by the nice, warm fireplace and Christmas tree.

 And then it was nap time: Julian snoozed while visions of sugar-plums danced through his head.

Brave

This picture doesn't really have anything to do with
this post, but I love Jules dominating Sophie the Squeaky Giraffe.

This morning I realized that I was very brave. Julian woke up around 7 hollering for something to eat. Since I wake in a zombie state, I have to sit up in the bed and get my bearings straight before I go off to the kitchen to fix a bottle. Well, this morning I saw what I thought was a spider. (You see, I have woken up on 2 separate occasions over the past couple of weeks with strange bumps on my body. Only a few at a time, and they itch. One morning, there were about 3 bumps on my leg. Another morning, there were 2 on my thumb. I don't know the source for this. I haven't switched soap, laundry detergent, or perfume. Could it be a spider or some kind of bug in the bed? Then why doesn't this mystery creature eat on Doug for a while?) So, I thought this black thing in the bed was a spider, and what did I do? I PICKED IT UP! I must've still been in zombie mode.What was I thinking? At any rate, it was just fuzz. What on earth would I have done if it had actually been a spider? I would have screamed bloody murder, that's what I would've done. But, for a moment at least, I was brave.

In other news...

Santa is cool, but playing Santa and delivering
gifts is even cooler.

Today I took all of the Christmas donations to the Children's Home. Together we raised over $330 in cash and gift cards PLUS we had a whole tote full of awesome loot from hot wheels to Mr. Potato Head to Barbies to socks to fingernail polish. A GREAT BIG thank you to all of those who donated! You rock! You have helped to make some little dudes' and dudettes' Christmas a little more special.

December

December is always fun. In fact, it is my favorite month of all. You just can't beat Christmas, followed by my birthday, and then New Year's Eve! Because I was thinking about them today, I thought I'd share some fun memories of the past few holiday seasons.

December 2009, the year of the Bacon King, or that time we spent Christmas in the dark.

   This year we spent Christmas in Dwarf, which is always a great time, but something was a little off--the electricity! Yep, that's right. Christmas 2009 was spent in the dark. A big snow storm hit D-town and left its residents without power for 2 weeks. The lack of electricity didn't hold us back! Beetle has a generator, and was therefore able to keep her fridge running, which meant we still had food. Boomer and Aunt Kathy brought some grub from P-ville and London; they had electricity there. Uncle Glenn cooked some taters outside on the grill. Beetle cooked beans on the kerosene heater. If you would've seen our spread, you wouldn't have known we didn't have a working stove!

   On Christmas Eve, Doug, Codar, and me drove back to CVG from Dwarf. Bad idea. While we drove, the snow furiously fell. And guess who was driving! That's right, me! I was, of course, having a panic attack, so we had to pull off in Lex and let Doug take over. Good grief!

   New Year's Eve came and Doug and I joined Chris and Sarah at The Madison for our second New Year's Eve Bash. This is where Doug met (and photographed) the Bacon King. At midnight at the party, a buffet is served. The first year we went, coneys were served, but on this night, it was breakfast. Some dude (not a server, just a random fellow party-goer) went up to the buffet and loaded his plate down with crispy slices of bacon. Doug, in his party state (read: drunk), saw this and proclaimed this dude as The Bacon King. He then proceeded to go talk to the guy and take his picture, oh, and tell Sarah, Chris, and me all about his run in with royalty. That guy!

December 2010, our first Christmas

   This was our first Christmas as Mr. and Mrs. How sweet!.....You know, other than that little tid-bit, I don't remember much about Christmas 2010. Isn't that sad? It was just 2 years ago. What did we do? I guess the usual. Nothing is standing out in my mind...of course, that doesn't mean much. I'm old and forgetful.

   I do remember the NYE Bash! Jenna and Allen joined us this year. It was a good time. The week of Christmas and New Year's, I took off from work, like I always do, and since I didn't have any babies then, I could do whatever I wanted, which meant I watched Ken Burns's The War and the entire HBO series Band of Brothers. Well, on NYE night/New Year's morning, I cried myself to sleep (booze + too much war footage = depressed Alli) thinking of those brave men who fought in WW2. That was a fun night for Doug!

December 2011, the year I was pregnant but no one knew

 
Last year was a fantastic December! I graduated with my MA in history! Yay! No more school! Oh, yeah, and I found out I was pregnant on December 1st. We decided to not tell anyone until the first trimester was over, so December was a month of secrets. It was very hard to keep my big mouth shut about something so HUGE! And I still thought I only had ONE baby on the way. Oh, how things were about to get interesting.

   Due to my condition (pregnancy), we did not go to our annual NYE Bash this year. Instead, we traveled to Philadelphia to spend time with Doug's brother and family. It was a very nice time. A nice road trip with Doogie (complete with lots of pit-stops for donuts, chocolate milk, and french fries). Got to see the kiddos on Christmas morning after Santa came. Went to NYC. And watched the Wildcats beat Louisville (and hear Reese echo me in screaming at the officials to slap Rick Pitino with a technical--"T him up! T him up!" There is something so sweet about hearing a 3 year old scream at the refs.)!

December 2012, my first Christmas as a mother

  So far, the past 5 months have flown by. It is still hard for me to believe that I had twins. I mean, doesn't it just trip your mind to think that humans grow inside of humans? And me of all people, hand selected by God himself to have 2 babies at once. What was he thinking?! I reckon I'll take it as a compliment. Surely he must not think I am a complete waste if he blessed me with 2 babies at once. Right?

  To be continued...don't worry, I will fill you in on all of the fun festivities that await in the upcoming days (including our visit with Santa today).

Things I Can't Believe

I can't believe there are only 13 days til Christmas. It seems like I start my Christmas countdown in July, and yet, somehow, Christmas always seems to sneak up on me. How is that possible? What's more, I've had my shopping done for weeks, but I keep buying stuff! It's a sickness, much like Doug's addiction to Imaginext dragon toys. This is why we are broke, people.

Because he is a wonderful husband (I can't believe it...just kidding...mostly), Douglas bought me a 9 ft, pre-lit Christmas tree for my birthday! But, because I am sitting here blogging instead of cleaning my dining room (where I started a new project...a mere 4 days before I have a ton of people coming over...way to plan ahead), my tree is ornament-less. At least it is up! Maybe tomorrow I will clean and decorate. Ugh. I have a feeling 2 little dudes will have other plans for me. They are the bosses now. It used to be me. I can't believe I have two 2 ft tall bosses. And boy are they demanding!

I can't believe the boys were this tiny. And I can't believe
I let Doug take a picture of me in this condition.

I can't believe there are only 17 days til my 29th birthday. Man alive! I am older than dirt. Where does the time go? Seems like just yesterday I was turning 21. What a night that was! And what a morning after...I can't believe my liver survived that mess.

Most of all, children, I still can't believe I have 2 babies. I know it sounds silly for me to keep saying that, but it is just so unreal. I am a Mom. I gave birth to 2 humans. I don't know. Something about all of that just flips my lid.

That Time I Killed a Chick

Oh yeah, so I had this dream last night that I killed someone. Isn't that jacked up? Anyway, Doug said I should tell Codar about it, so, I'll just tell the world. (Don't worry, Codar, it's not as bad as the dream I had about killing the dude with the baseball bat...remember that classic?)

The dream...

We were at my house and this skanky chick was here. I don't know who she was, just that she was a skank. She was sitting on my couch and smoking a cigarette. First of all, I hate cigarette smoke. Secondly, I hate skanks. Thirdly, the skank was smoking her cigarette in MY HOUSE. So, what did I do? I told that hag, "You are not allowed to smoke in my house!" She replied by giving me a challenging look and continued to smoke. I repeated myself,  "You are not allowed to smoke in my house. Get the hell out." She stood up, looked at me, and flicked her lit cigarette onto my couch. I pummeled her! Then I held her down on her lit cigarette, which burned completely through her body until you could see her organs falling out. Then I woke up.

I describe this dream to Dacian.
Dacian: Damn. That's harsh, Alli. Though, I agree, she was a complete bitch.


Another dream.

All of the zombie pictures terrify me. Therefore, you get Rick.

This is my brain after watching The Walking Dead.
We were at my house again and a party was happening. For some reason, everyone at this party was a zombie. Doug was being a complete a-hole and was no help in ridding the house of zombies. I went into our bedroom to check on the babies who were sleeping on the bed. That's when shit got real. Some jackass zombie knocked one of the babies off the bed. I went berserk. I tore the zombie's arm off and beat him to death (well, death #2) with his own arm. Stupid zombies.

Well. That's it. I've done it now. I just google-image searched "zombie" and the freaking bath-salt cannibal popped up alongside the picture of his victim. Get ready for tomorrow's post regarding my hellish nightmare of being eaten alive. Good grief.

Clueless...

Not the movie, the man.

Remember when Dacian thought that Peyton Manning was the quarterback for the Bengals? Well, he's gone and one-upped himself with his unawareness of sports/pop-culture. Today we were talking about watching television shows on the internet via hulu or the broadcasting station's website. I told him I felt his pain regarding the excessive play of that damn Homeland marathon commercial. Then this happened.

Dacian: They've been playing a new one lately. It's a commercial for a phone where they follow this dude around doing different things. Then at the end, he is at a barber shop, and someone shows him a video of another dude slam-dunking a basketball.
Me: Stares at Dacian like he has 3 heads. Really, Dacian?
Dacian: What?
Me: You don't know who that is?
Dacian: Just some random dude.
Me: LeBron James. Not a random dude. My 80 year-old-grandmother knows who LeBron James is!*
Dacian: In my defense, when you said LeBron James, I knew that that was a basketball player.
Me: Good grief.
* Beetle loves LeBron James!

In other news...

It is impossible to NOT think of this face!

I went shopping tonight by myself. It was fun! All I bought was a snowman wallflower from Bath and Body Works, but I still enjoyed being out and about, listening to Christmas music, and looking at all the pretty things the stores had to offer. My new favorite store is Altar'd State! Such cool clothing. Too bad I didn't find anything there tonight. Well, anything I was willing to purchase this close to Christmas. Maybe in a couple of months I can go on a nice shopping spree for myself (maybe we'll get a bonus this year!). Anyway, I did realize one thing while out tonight: I can no longer peruse the stores at my leisure without the constant feeling of needing to rush in order to get home to my babies. (Doug would probably say that this is not the case..to him, it probably felt like I was gone for 5 hours instead of 1.5 hours.) I felt this same way when I was out for a friend's wedding. I just get this uneasy feeling and cannot truly relax and completely enjoy myself. I am continually thinking of getting back home to the little dudes. I wonder if I'll always feel a little off when I am away from them? Probably. That's just something that comes along with being a mother, I reckon.

Perspective

Mommaw has made a snowman that is nearly the size of her! (This is my green snowman from the previous post.)

What did you do all day?

Today, the boys and I watched Ralphie (A Christmas Story) again, and we wrapped Christmas presents. This is what your house looks like when you have twins and get the bright idea to wrap presents.

We wrapped Aunt Boomer's present--mommy & baby possums!

Jonas had to take a lunch break. Then took a 3 minute power nap...he still had a milk mustache.

We received a text from Dwarf. Beetle's bazaar was going well. Making mad cash!!

Beetle made this after we left Dwarf Sunday. To quote Wayne Campbell:  He will be mine. Oh, yes. He will be mine.

We played a little.

Jonas put on his war face!

Such an exhausting day!