Maturity

This morning when leaving swimming lessons Andy was having trouble following directions. He would delibrately go the wrong way or play with things, etc.

Alex decided after the 10th or 20th time I'd said, "Andy, stay with us." That he'd had enough.

Alex said, "Andrew James, you are acting very immature. You are not a baby. You know that Mommy said we have to leave and she's told you more than three times. If you don't come with us right now, I'm not going to let you play with any of my toys for the rest of the day."

Andy followed. He didn't want to, but he followed.

Salad tongs

Andy opened the kitchen utensil drawer and drew out a pair of plastic salad tongs. These he displayed across his chest, opening and clamping shut, feet wide apart, roaring at me. Then came fits of giggles from both of us.

Running Errands

On Friday, Mark, Alex, and I had dentist appointments. Alex has since the dawn of visiting age, HATED going to the dentist. This time he did very well. He was nervous but allowed the cleaning and examination with out protest.

The dentist asked him how many teeth he thought he had.

"Well, when I was four, I had 20 teeth. So, I think I still have 20 teeth because none of my teeth fell out and maybe I even have more now that I'm five."

He was right, he still has 20 teeth.

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Andy enjoys toasting at the dinner table. He raises his sippy cup and says "Brooothhhs" aka "Brothers."

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As the twins need some items, I decided to register for the few things we don't have at Babies R Us and Target. Alex took this very seriously.

To the clerk working the registry desk at BRU, "Um, excuse me. My mommy and I have some very important work to do at your store today. So we'll need a thing that we can scan the stuff my mommy needs. We won't work here for a long time just until she says we're finished. So, could you please give us the thing that we can scan the stuff with?"

At Target, he said, "We've already done most of our work at the baby store. This is just because my mommy said she wants to get the baby coupons in the mail. So, you could just send us the coupons and we won't have to do all this work again."

Big Expectations

As you all probably know we are expecting TWINS!

I have to say intially upon seeing their two tiny bodies snuggled next to each other for the first time I felt such awesome wonder at God's miracles. I will admit only a hint of disappointment at not having a girl in my future but am truely (I can't emphasis it enough) overwhelmed ;-) with God's gifts to Mark and I.

The teary moment came when one brother's arm encircled his brother's troso in a inter-utero hug.

Some answers to questions...

Do twins run in our family? I'd say no. Mark has a set on his mom's side. And my mom's grandmother had a pair. Then one of her kids (don't know which one, but it wasn't Grandma) had a pair.

Are we done having kids? A resounding, YES. If you didn't hear it, let me make it clearer for you: YES! YES! YES! Four is plenty and I believe you're a better mother if you can actually spend time with each kid, your spouse, and occasionally alone.

Alex is very excited about the babies. He did want sisters (two, so that if one didn't feel like playing, he could play with the other). But, he's so happy that there are two babies, he's over the gender issue.

Andy hasn't a clue what's going on. Hopefully, with his kind and helpful nature and natural fondness of babies (he finds them very interesting), he will see this as something we're in together and not as taking his place

In other news...

Alex's is enjoying his swim lessons and never wants to get out of the pool! Andy makes a new friend at each lesson and plays away during Alex's swim lesson.

Door bell ditching

Yesterday, Alex and three other boys Jose, Jonathan, and Xandy were playing. One game became door bell ditching at our house.

Except, the other boys didn't properly explain the ins and outs to Alex.

So upon his turn, I open the door feeling extremely frustrated, and Alex beams a smile up at me and says, "Hi Mommy. Do you want to throw this away for me?"

The nose knows

A couple days before my mom arrived, Alex, Andy, and I were out and about. Apparently, so was a poor skunk that found itself to be roadkill before we arrived on the scence.

As we passed the crime scence, Alex said, "Oh, Mommy... I wish I didn't have a nose."

"What? Why?"

"Well then I wouldn't have to smell yucky, stinky smells like this one."