Oh the things they say...

A few weeks ago I went into the boys's room to wake them up from a nap. They were having a tough time waking up so I went up to D (his eyes were open) and said, "Are you trying to wake up?" His reply was, "No, I'm trying to sleep down." Love how they think.

Then today I had to make cookies and lemon bars to take to a funeral today at our church. I loaded the boys and the treats into the car and drove over to our church. The boys wanted the treats and I had to explain that we were taking them over for the luncheon after the funeral. I ran the food in and then came back out to head on home. Charlie said he wanted to stay and have lunch at the church. I told them that it wasn't our family who had someone die so we didn't get to have lunch at the church. And then rambled on about how that is good cause the lady that died had to go live with Jesus and we want our family to stay here with us a little longer. Then Dylan started whining about how he wanted to live with Jesus and wanted to live at Jesus's house. I chuckled and just said that one day he would but not for awhile. I'm not ready for him to live with Jesus yet.

I love watching the twins learn and grow. They're getting pretty darn smart. They love to pray by themselves. They love to get dressed by themselves. They love to do their carseat by themselves. They love to try to zip their jackets by themselves. They are anxious to go to school. I told them they aren't big enough and they had to learn their letters to go to school. The other day I sat down with them and their little work books and we worked on the letter A. They were supposed to trace it, color it, write it, etc. So I sat with Dylan and he did great. Then I tried to help Charlie. Oh boy. Just trying to get him to hold a crayon is tough. He uses both hands so he's not sure what hand to use, then his fingers don't cooperate. Then he just draws lines all over. My patience was tried. By the end of it, I'm getting mad at them cause I don't think they're even trying. Who am I to be mad? They are 3. They are just learning to do this! I had to take a breather and we'll try it again another day. Luckily for them (and me), I finally broke down and signed them up for preschool next year. That way they don't need to have their nag of a mom try to teach them EVERYTHING. I think our home will be a lot more happier with them gone a few hours each week socializing and learning. Then on to real school...excuse me? What???? Really they're old enough for that?

To nap or not to nap...that is the question

I've been lucky. My little guys still for the most part take naps. Sometimes it takes some convincing but they'll usually fall asleep and all around the Jensen home is happy. But, I know we're nearing the end of a good thing. I know they'd do fine if I didn't have them nap but for me, that hour or so is a moment of solice that is much needed. A lot of times I put them in their room and just let them have at it. I just want them in there and not in my face. I get to the point where I don't care if they sleep, I just need some mommy-time. I've found lately that I can go into their room and lay down on the ground so that they'll shut up for enough seconds to realize they're tired and will finally doze off. That's usually the problem, they just don't stop talking so that they will sleep. Today I went in there. Dylan had made up a bed on the ground with his blankets and was lying there like a good little boy. Charlie was on the beds but there were no pillows and no blankets in sight. And...the light was on. That one makes me mad but I just turned off the light and layed down on the ground. D tossed and turned for awhile, then he stretched out his foot a little bit inching it closer and closer to me until it touched me. Then Charlie got up and brought his blankies over to me and layed down next to me. He then proceeded to grab my hand and put it on his back, hinting to start rubbing. He is just like his daddy and loves his back rubbed. When my arm got tired and I stopped he put it back urging me to continue. I opened my eyes and everyone elses eyes were open, too. They'd reach over and rub my face with their chubby hands. I just smiled. Ok. You win. No nap today. That's ok cause you are darn cute. Both of you. I love that these guys are growing up but it breaks my heart, too. It's sad that you can't have both your babies forever and the experiences and moments as they grow up, too. Like my mom always said when asked which stage of raising children is the best...they all are. January 2009 - approximately 4 months old - cribs in Nauvoo, IL

It snowed! It snowed!

Finally, we have a little snow! The other day we got about 6 inches of new snow. We haven't had any snow since, what, November? It's been sorta nice in Brandt's eyes cause that way he doesn't have to deliver in it. But, it would have been nice around Christmas. And it's sorta nice for the whole "we need water" dilemma. But other than that it's been ok for it to stay away. I bundled up the twinners and sent them out to the backyard to run around. They eventually made it out front and since the boys across the street were out I let them play. The boys came over to our yard and helped the twins make a snowman. Sweet. So nice of them to play with the boys. We're lucky to have such great neighbors. Every day now they ask to go play in the snow.

This is my happy...

I just downloaded a bunch of pictures from my mom's camara. This was one of the random pictures that was there and it makes me happy. This was taken one morning last summer when the 4 of us meandered down to my mom's house and ended up playing in the backyard. I love this picture because 1: this is my world. Three little boys climbing all over me. 2: SUMMER. Love that we're outside. Love that we're in shorts. Love that we don't have shoes on. Love the twins's shaved heads. 3: Look how beautiful the flowers are in my mom's backyard. What a green-thumb she has.

I love when I come across a random picture that pulls emotion, specifically happiness, out of me. So fun. Made my whole afternoon.

Jesus wants me for a sunbeam!

My boys are SUNBEAMS!!

Aren't they cute? Aren't they big? They did well but they miss the toys from nursery. Oliver didn't do so well in nursery whether it be because of his missing brothers or his sudden excessive clingy-ness I'm not sure. Our nursery leaders are amazing, though, and just held him and let him be sad. But needless to say, my twinners are sunbeams. What the.....