OMG, WE BE EIGHT MONTHS!!

You probably already know how this post is going to start out but I'm going to say it anyway...

I am in complete shock that the boys are 8 months old. TIME IS GOING TOO FAST!!! I know, how cliche, bla bla bla. Whatever, it's true and I hate it. The good news is that this age is so much fun. They boys get more entertaining everyday and they are really fun to pick on.

Oliver Fat and Lazy Frank:
He's, well, fat and lazy. He eats, poops, sits, and sometimes he rolls over...If he feels like, which is never. He gets really mad when he can't get to a toy and instead of reaching for it he will just be like, "Screw it, that toy sucks, I'll play with this rag instead...because it's close." The strangest thing has happened to him recently, though. My last journal I labeled him as "the chucky child" because he was pure evil, but all of the sudden he's the happiest, sweetest little chunk. I have no idea what changed but he is super fun all the time now. He doesn't have one of those cute normal baby laughs but squeals and sucks in air instead. If you make a donkey noise which I hope you do...right now...that's what he sounds like when he laughs...without the "haw" part of the donkey impression you just made. And it's really high pitched like a girl.

 Oh, Hey, Look at me...laying here doing nothing.

Because I'm lazy.

Can I have a little credit for holding my own bottle at least?

Elliot Go Getter Frank:
He's over-motivated. He for real crawled on September 13 and then two days later on the 15th he started pulling up and standing. On Sept 23 (10 days later) he let go and stood by himself. Ridiculous! I feel like a really bad mom right now because as I was looking through my phone for pictures to post here, I found one Oliver picture (above) and about 25 Elliot ones. Elliot is just always doing something! The downside to Elliot is that he has become the crankiest boy in the world. He cries about E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G! He's in his highchair...waaa. He's in the bath...waaa. His brother touched him...waaa. Diaper change, getting dressed, his foot is stuck in his pajamas, waa waa waa. Apparently I come across as a loving, nurturing person because he is always crying "momma" and expecting me to come rescue him.

Sorry this video is cut off at the end.

I fell face first and cried and that's embarrasing.

 

 

Peace Out.

A *Maybe* Video!

My little Honey Badger Elliot has recently shown signs that he is in fact a genius. He stared at a picture of a penguin for like 5 minutes last night and then...wait for it...waaaait for it...he (kinda sorta not really) CRAWLED! I am going to attempt a video here which I've never done before so hang with me:

HOORAY!!! I did it.

As you can tell, he was pissed that I was making him show off his non-crawling skills, but whatever, I'm his mom and he does what I say.

Crying is for babies and moms of 6 month olds

My boys are almost 6 months old, people. 6 MONTHS! It's stupid and I would like it to quit. Remember when Oliver was 5.2 pounds and was still swimming in preemie clothes? I do. I remember. And now he's 18 pounds and has the fattest cheeks that squish his eyes closed when he smiles. I'm boycotting these growing shenanigans!

I haven't posted about them in a while because really nothing has changed besides the squishiness of their thighs and cheeks. Nobody is sitting up yet. No teeth. No brilliant mathematical formulas being solved. Elliot is a rolling machine and has made it his goal to be on his stomach at all times. He even tries to roll onto his stomach while he is sitting in a Bumbo...which is awkward and doesn't work so he gets mad and screams because his leg is all twisted under him. I call him a dingleberry during these episodes. This is pretty much the only time the kid cries, though. Also when his brother sucker punches him in the face or pulls his hair. Which based on the fact that Oliver is a conspiring little evil Chuckie child, I'm pretty sure he does it on purpose just to see Elliot scream. Oh come on, I kid. Oliver is a sweetie in his own way. Although he's a holy terror most of the time, he makes up for it by nuzzling his face into my neck when he's sleepy and loves being snuggled. He will allow me to burrow my nose into his neck and kiss all over his cheeks and doesn't make a peep about it.

They are pretty freaking cute and awesome. Which isn't surprising...HELLO! Look at their parents. Oliver is just like momma with the OMG crazy emotions and we are 99% sure he has tourettes. He seriously goes from a squeeling happy little ball of fat to a blood curdling screaming infant in about 2 seconds. Elliot is just like daddy with the lack of emotional involvement in anything. He is Honey Badger...he just don't give a shit. (If you don't get that reference, please to go to YouTube and watch "The Crazy Nastyass Honey Badger"). You'll thank me later I'm sure. I don't mean "lack of emotional involvement" in a bad way. He is just so chill and relaxed like daddy it's hard to get either one of them worked up about anything. I have to drag my husbands feelings out of him kicking and screaming, and I think Elliot will be the same way.


PICTURE TIME!

Oliver - "Peaceful"

PFT!!! HAHAHAHAH! That's priceless. We chose a name with the meaning of 'peaceful' for the most ridiculously pshycho kid! Giggles.

Elliot AKA Honey Badger

 

Natalie is a wanker

Out of the three people that read this blog, one of them is a pain in my ass and requests me to update the boys development far more than I want to. MAYBE IF YOU DIDN'T MOVE ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE COUNTRY YOU WOULD KNOW WHAT WAS GOING ON BETTER!!!

Take that.


Baby Things!

Oliver is snotty. Sometimes when he sneezes a big gooey booger shoots out of his nose. Example:

This is an internet baby. Not my baby. When a big gooey booger shoots out of my kids nose, I don't take time to snap a shot. I dry heave and then quickly remove it. 

Elliot smiles, like ALL the time. At anything. I like him, a lot, for this reason because no one else thinks I'm funny. So he makes me feel really good about myself.

You did not just say that! You are too funny, mom! I will vote for you as Funniest Girl in Class!

The boys are learning to sit up and although they get whip lash every once in a while they can pretty much hold their heads up, too.

Dude, did you just see them boobies?!

Oliver kinda sorta rolled over once but he was on the couch so I can't say for sure if it was just the angle he was at or if he actually rolled himself over. He boots-scoots-boogies his way around the crib, though, so I'm sure he's getting close to rolling all over the place.

And just for grins, here is a snuggle pants picture of me and my precious boys

Go ahead and say it..."Awwwww"

Oh, um, hey blog. No I didn't forget you. Yes, I still love you.

So I may or may not be REALLY FAR BEHIND on blogging baby things. Ok, fine, I'm really far behind. To do a quick recap since my last post (yes, the one from November):1. I continued to be pregnant for 7 more weeks.
2. I delivered two beautiful healthy baby boys via c-section on January 20. It turned out that Baby B was not a frog.
3. We named them Oliver and Elliot.

Since I started this blog to not only keep track of my infertility journey but also to keep track of my growing children, I guess I should seriously start keeping track of my growing children.

Elliot Ray - "Baby A" - 5 lbs 9 oz at birth:
He is super fly chill guy. I'm 99% positive he's a pothead because he's so chill. He eats ah-mah-gawd slow, rarely cries, loves to listen to you talk, and pretty much just hangs out nice and relaxed. He is going to be our studious little professor with good grades and will probably work for NASA.

Oliver Oden - "Baby B" - 5 lbs 3 oz at birth:

He is OMG DRAMA! Everything with him is over-the-top. He cries loud, eats fast, breathes hard, kicks like crazy, and refuses to take any comfort from anyone. It's his party and he's gunna cry if he wants to! He was an animal in the womb and didn't come out any different! He's going to be our hellion who will be Evel Knievel-ing his motorcycle all over town. School? PFTH! Yeah right. We'll at least attempt to get him in NASCAR. As long as he's rich like his NASA brother and can buy us Mercedes, we are happy.



Jeepers, aren't they sweet? They really are great babies and life has been much easier than I ever anticipated with twins. I will attempt my hardest attempt to keep up with their development here. Right now they are just doing baby things but once they start doing back flips and techno dancing, I will post things.

OKBYE!