The Lindsay Clan

Enjoying the Weather...

Ah to be 2 years old again!

Last week we had some beautiful weather along the Wasatch Front.  Several days reached near seventy and my boys were in heaven!  If they were awake, they were outside or trying to get there. 

Last Friday they were full of it and I needed to just rest.  Ashley to the rescue!  She came and got the twins and took them for a walk with Buster the dog.  When they returned, they "helped" Ash give the dog a bath.  Within minutes they decided that they too, needed a scrubbin' so off came the clothes and into the tub they went.  As it was kind of an impromptu thing, Ash had no change of clothes.  No problem!  It was 70 degrees that day-- who needs jammies, especially when home is just across the street. 

And so I hear a little knock on the door and open it to this:

 

Shoes are all you really need on a nice day right?  And the Crocs are perfect because they are water proof.  Why does this matter, you ask?  Well-  when you gotta go you gotta go, even if your knocking on your front door.  Luckily I had not yet opened the door so Josh only christened the door and the door jam:

 

Getting them in the door was a special challenge.  I think they quite liked running around being one with nature, the wind blowing gently through all their parts.  And now that they have a taste, I think they may just go the nudist route for the rest of the summer.  So don't be surprised if you see them running down the sidewalk sans clothes this summer.  As long as we've broken the habit by the time they're 9 or 10, we should be OK, right?

 

Bye Bink!

It's been a bit dicey at our house this week and we thought we might have to call in the professionals, but we did it.  After a few long nights and non-existent nap times, the twins have officially given up their binkies.  

It was quite sad as Josh and Cal LOVED to have their binkies at night.  Cal asked for his "bink" for a solid week at bedtime.  And I have to admit, my heart hurt a little saying they were "all gone". It is for the best though.  We just couldn't have a new baby with his binky coming home.  I can only imagine the pacifer wars that would ensue!

As you can see we had quite a pile of them- 5 or 6 per 2 year old actually.  We'd just sprinkle them in their cribs at night so one was always within easy reach if they woke up.  Those 2 are just so different and their choice of binkies reflected that as well.  Josh preferred the rounded one and only wanted one at a time.  Cal, however, liked the heart shaped and had one in his mouth and at least one in each hand.

And so we pass another milestone.  What's next?  The move from cribs to big boy beds!  (That makes me tired just thinking about it....)

About being pregnant...

Five Things I Love-

1.  The  Belly.  Sure it pokes out and makes movement a challenge, but it's a sweet reminder of what's going on inside.  Remarkable.  From single cell to an 8lbs little human all in 9 months.

2.  Kicks and Wiggles.  I have been blessed with very active babies. Like my other children, I feel this little guy moving almost constantly.  Watch my belly for only a short while and you'll witness some bumpy alien ripples.  It's such an intimate thing though, feeling your baby.  It's a connection only mom has before you have to share the little one with the rest of the world.

3.  The Food.  I eat alot of very bad (ei-tasty) food and I only feel guilty on occasion.

4.  The Naps.  Bed rest isn't that much fun.  I'd rather be doing about 4000 other things.  BUT...I sure have enjoyed my daily mid-morning naps.  (Especially when its kind a gloomy and rainy like it was today!)

5.  The End.  Sometime in May, it will be over and I will have new person in my arms.  He'll smell good and make sweet sounds.  I'll get to kiss him and we'll get to know each other.  And it will be kind of bitter-sweet as I'll never be pregnant again.

5 Things that Aren't so Great

1.  The Butt.  Maybe it's natures way of providing balance for the belly??  Seriously though, I don't need that much balance.

2.  The Heartburn.  Whoa- it is spectacular.  It doesn't matter what I eat or when I eat it.  Thank goodness for Ultra Strength tums.

3.  The Food.  I miss spicy Thai and tomato sauces.

4.  The Comments.  My favorite of the week:  "Wow!  You've really exploded!" My friend Marianne, who is also expecting, has recorded some great comments that she has received as well.

5.  The Last Month.  Getting stuck like a turtle on one's back, hips popping in and out, night sweats, ankles swelling, poddy breaks every 15 minutes, zebra striped stretch marks.  Oh ya!  The end of the pregnancy is super sexy!

Not for a million dollars....

... or even a chocolate ice-cream sunday will Calvin eat a bite of casserole.  And thus has gone our dinner-time for the past 2 weeks.

My Reved-up Toddler

Why, you may be asking, is Josh running around sans pants?

Aside from the fact that 2 years shed their clothes at odd times for odd reasons, he simply had SOmuch energy this day that he had to channel it somewhere.  Earlier in the morning, Josh had received his second dose of steroid medication for croup.  The Dr. warned us that he may have more energy and be a bit more aggressive than usual.  Really?  A bit more?  That's like saying Death Valley is kinda warm in July.  Those meds kicked into gear and so did Josh.  He had to dart everywhere and there was no speaking, only YELLING.  Everything was communicated at the top of his lungs (and with urgency).  He didn't want" Cheerios, please", he wanted "CHEERIOS RIGHT NOW!!"  Sometimes he had so much wattage that I thought he was going to blow a fuse.  At these moments he would clench his fists and jaw and burst into a full out run.

At this particular moment, Grandma and I had our back turned (seriously, for like 30 seconds).  I had just finished taking pictures of Calvin (with the oxygen tube) so luckily I had the camera in hand.  We walked out of the bedroom and was greeted by a dancing, naked toddler who was terribly pleased with himself.

Luckily, he only had to take the steriods for one day.  If it had been any longer, I don't know who would have been more exhausted, him or me!

Updates!

So Calvin is feeling much, much better.  In fact, he is completely back to normal (except perhaps a few bad habits.  1- He thinks he needs to be held all the time and 2) He thinks he can eat whatever he wants.)  Would that we all could bounce back as quickly as a 2 year old!

I had some good news as well.  My last Dr. appointment went well.  Baby Sonic is 3lbs!  The tech kept saying, "This is such a big baby!"  We still have two and half months to go so if he keeps growing like this and he stays put, I'm going to have another 10 pounder.  The contractions have slowed considerably and the whole "pre-term" laber thing seems under control.  The doc even told me I could be up a little bit more and maybe ease back into life a little bit.

Best yet though, the tech got a great picture of Sonic.  So who do you think he looks like? 

Good advice: Dealing with the Policeman

My very smart, incredible awesome "little" brother, Richard, works in law enforcement as a police officer.  It's a job I would NEVER, ever want to have as he has to deal with the dregs of society (you know, the bad guys).  Some of his stories are hilarious and others are sad.  I just admire him for doing the job. 

He does have to deal with some real nitwits and with people who, though not bad, are not necessarily happy to see him (how did you feel the last time you got pulled over?).  So in the spirit of community service and positive public relations, Richard has posted a listed of things you should refrain from saying when dealing with the men in blue.  He has also posted why you should not say them and responses you may expect to receive if you just can't help yourself: Things You should Never Say to the Police