For George: The Garden. The Boys in their Birthday presents.
For Lindsay: Evan flirting with you. Excuse the g-force shot of you, Dylan and Tyler. Lunch I can only dream about.
Ryan and Evan were born at 26 weeks, they weighed 2 pounds 2 ounces each, and spent the first five months of their lives in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. Their early days were rocky, but these days our adventures are filled with laughter and chaos.
Once again, the capes were a big hit. I have to dig out my sewing machine and make some dress up clothes for these boys!
We also got a chance to ride the Train in the park near our house. BIG. HIT. We now have passes so that two adults, and up to five kids can ride unlimited times, all year.
Sunday, we had a birthday party to attend for our twin friends that live up the street. Amazingly, Jonny had to "study" Sunday morning. Hmmmm. Maybe he did, but awful convenient that instead of going to a party with a jumper, and a bunch of two year olds, he chose the quiet library.
The boys had a blast, and how cute are they in the party hats? Evan loved them, Ryan, seconds after this shot ripped it from his head, and refused to wear it the rest of the party.
Monday being a holiday we all were able to take the boys to the Wild Animal Park, AND ride the Journey Into Africa tram. With three of us it went pretty well. We got a great look at the baby giraffe. And the very pregnant rhinoceros, 16 months, can you imagine?
Yes, I could have gone shorter, but it looks good now, and yeah, I may have to do it again in 6 weeks or so, instead of 6 months, but, at least it looks good NOW.
After all of Scott's "helpful" advice, I decided that he should take a shot at Ryan's hair. I think it was 2 maybe 3 cuts in, and he said..."This isn't as easy as it looks!" Yep. It's not the best cut in the world, and yes, I would say it is VERY uneven. Look closely. UN-E-VEN. and you can't see the back. Take a good look at Ryan's expression, I don't think he likes the cut either.
Granted, Ryan was possibly even more squirmy and wiggly than Evan, but...as Scott keeps saying, "Oh, Ryan, that hair!" (I've had to ask him to stop saying that because I don't want Ryan to become self conscious, since he really understands everything we say, I worry that he'll start to feel badly.)
I've had to hide all of the scissors in the house, because Scott keeps begging for me to let him "just even it out a little" We all KNOW how that would end! Can anyone say buzz cut?
I swear I'm going to have to wear my camera around my neck, because I missed an equally adorable moment this afternoon. The boys were playing in their playhouse, leaning out of the door, saying "hi" to me. Ryan threw his arm around Evan's neck, and the two of them grinned ear to ear at me, the ultimate in BFF's.
I feel lucky that today, instead of doing the dishes and the cooking, and the cleaning, I spent quality time with my boys. I left all the stuff that just has to get done to Scott, and the boys and I cuddled on the couch reading, we wrestled, we played peek-a-boo, and we just spent time loving each other, Just the way Mother's Day should be.
Evan running around the Federal Fire Truck, it's "gree". (green)
At first Evan did not want to enter the "Toddler Forest" (super cool soft rocks, textured floor, fabric trees) but once he got in, it was almost impossible to get him out.
After almost two hours, we were able to pull them away from all the excitement. They are already looking forward to our next visit.
This drowned rat, and his brother, is why we were dressed in swim clothes.
Grammie and the boys had such a fun visit. Ryan and Evan thrive on all of the extra attention, they love having a new audience for their antics. It's so great to have loved ones spend time with the boys, they always come away from visits with new skills, new energy (like they need any more of that), and a new sense of themselves. Oh yeah, and Mommy even got a much needed nap!
Now we just have to get Poppa George out again soon!