Birthday Girls Are Seven.

Today was a pretty boring birthday, I have to say. I started the day with an epic migraine, and really, all we got done was getting haircuts for the girls and getting Mallory to Brownies. Also, the girls picked out a special birthday dinner. On the menu:

  • Corn Dogs
  • Chicken Wings
  • French Fries
  • Doritos
  • Hot Wing Flavored Potato Chips
  • Grapes
  • Salad

It was a feast, for sure. And the cake they picked out was pretty cute, too.

Lexi & Nikki Turn 7

Didn’t quite measure up to last year’s model, but that one DID set the bar pretty high.

Then: presents! The girls each got a remote control toy dog, a new coat, and a Star Wars bobblehead for their desk. Lexi’s is Yoda; Nikki’s is Chewbacca. It’s been a lovely, albeit boring, day. The real celebration comes this weekend, when we have the SLUMBER PARTY! (Eeek!)

Nikki and Lexi Turn Seven.

Happy 7th Birthday, Big Girls!

It’s time for my annual retelling of the story of Nikki and Lexi.

Seven years ago today, I got up at the crack of dawn and kissed my 17-month-old twins goodbye. Grandma watched them while Paul and I headed to the hospital for my scheduled c-section. I sure didn’t want a c-section, and Paul could tell you I was scared to death of being cut open. I bawled my eyes out the night before the big day.

At the hospital, we settled in and got ready to meet our newest babies. We were at a brand new hospital (Good Sam, up in Lafayette!) and we were the 13th delivery there, and the very first twin delivery. As the OB was doing the ultrasound, preparing for the delivery, we got some unexpected, fabulous news. Both babies had turned head-down. Just days before, at my final appointment with the perinatologist, we were told that a c-section was the only way to go – we had one baby breech and the other transverse. To hear that both babies had turned completely around in just a couple of days was the most wonderful news ever – I cried because I was so relieved!

The c-section was canceled. The OB broke my water, I labored a few hours, and Lexi and Nikki were born that evening. They were born at 4:43 and 4:47, just four minutes apart. It was my fastest, most painful, scariest delivery, but damn if I didn’t birth some beautiful, healthy, big babies.

I’ll admit, I wasn’t exactly thrilled to find out I was having another set of twins – but now I cannot even imagine them not being here. I’m so lucky.

I have 8-year-olds.

Pablo & Mallory - Age 8

Today, Pablo and Mallory are turning eight years old! Eight. It hardly seems possible that they’re old enough to be writing cursive, doing fractions, and riding their bicycles momentarily out of my sight. I know it’s cliché to say that they years have flown by, but they truly have. I’ve made it sort of a tradition to post this memory every year on their birthday, so here’s a brief overview of Pablo and Mallory’s entrance into my life, on Labor Day Weekend of 2003.

I had no idea what I was in for eight years ago today, as we headed across town to welcome our little babies to the world. We grabbed lunch at Le Peep before we went to the hospital, and Paul told everyone there that we were about to go give birth to twins. Our food reached the table surprisingly fast.

The delivery was uneventful, and except for Mallory’s blood sugar being too low, the kids were born very healthy. They were born at 12:16 and 12:32 p.m. on Saturday the 30th, and I didn’t get to hold Mallory until Sunday night at 8 p.m. I cried and cried when I finally got to see her in the NICU – I missed her so much! We didn’t know if we’d be able to take her home, since the NICU nurses told us the rule was that she had to be maintaining her blood sugar and off her IV for 24 hours before we could leave. I’ll never forget our precious doctor, Howard Corren, telling the nurses, “They know what they’re doing. I think we can let them take these babies home and love them now.” It had only been about 15 hours, but he was kind enough to bend the rules for us.

It was cold and rainy that Labor Day weekend, and it seemed like it went from hot summer to chilly fall during those couple of days while we were in the hospital. And it was a good indicator of how quickly time would pass for us from then on. Those were crazy, terrifying, amazing, wonderful, horrible days. We got little sleep and I struggled with PPD for months. But what precious days they were. Thank God I took so many pictures, because I honestly don’t remember some of it – we were just too sleep deprived, just getting by day-to-day in survival mode. Oddly, it was ten times easier when the little girls were born just 17 months later. I guess we knew what we were doing by then.

Our brand new family - 8/30/03

Paul and I were going through pictures the other night, laughing at how little the kids were. Mallory looks so different to me today, but Pablo seems like he’s had the same little face all his life. Such beautiful children. We are truly blessed.

Pablo & Mallory - Age 8

Happy Birthday, Dear LaLa…

Yay! It’s my birthday. Did you get me a present?

Birthday Week!

So, yeah. Almost a week’s worth of pictures in one post, for ya. The first one is from Sunday. I have delightful inlaws. They live all the way up in Fort Collins, which is a good hour and a half drive from my house, yet they come down usually a couple of times every month to spend time with us and the kiddos. They drive down here bright and early on Sunday mornings, let themselves in, and fix coffee and breakfast and entertain the kids while we sleep in. There’s nothing better. And it’s so nice to wake up to the smell of breakfast cooking! Anyway, after breakfast last Sunday, Mallory was climbing all over Paul’s dad. Suddenly, she ended up straddling his shoulder, and she threw up her arms and proclaimed, “I’m riding an elephant!” It was SO FUNNY – Paul and his parents and I all just cracked up laughing. This is right at that moment! Even funnier was Paul telling his dad, “Yeah, Papa, and she would know what that feels like, since she rode one at the renaissance fair!”

This is on Monday. We do themed dinners throughout the week, just to keep it fun for the kids. We usually try to do Taco Tuesday, Wacky Wednesday (which is breakfast for dinner), and Pizza Friday. We’re all trying to detox from the holiday indulging, so I’ve added Build-Your-Own-Salad Monday to the lineup, and to my great surprise, the kids are totally digging it. Even Pablo! They’re all eating salad happily, since I discovered Raspberry Pecan Vinaigrette.

Tuesday, as you know, was Nikki and Lexi’s birthday!

I took the two of them over to Sweet & Sassy and (gasp) let them get their EARS PIERCED. I know, I know. Previously, I had decided not to let them do it until they were ten. I figured, I have enough to do in my life without having to dick around with cleaning ears every night and all of that – better to wait until they were old enough to manage it on their own. But SO MANY of their little friends have their ears pierced, and little girls are so danged cute in earrings. And I can’t do $500 birthday parties for my kids, or buy them sequined Ugg boots, or pay for all of them to play soccer. But getting their ears pierced? Yeah, I can totally do that. So we did it. And they were SUPER BRAVE. Nikki did not so much as flinch. Lexi wept a little bit, but it was short-lived.

And here’s another thing I can do for them. I can let them get EXACTLY the birthday cake they asked for. Last week, I asked them what kind of birthday cake they wanted, and they talked about it for awhile and then reported to me what they’d decided. They wanted a photo cake with both of their pictures on it, along with E.T., Indiana Jones, and Captain Jack Sparrow. Along with pink and purple flowers. Thank you, King Soopers, for making my girls the BEST CAKE EVER. They LOVED it.

For their birthday celebration, we picked up a friend of theirs and headed out to Fun City. The kids had a blast shooting foam balls at each other, playing mini-golf, and kicking ass at skee-ball.

What a fun birthday!

Yesterday, we did something else super fun, too – we hit Casa Bonita with a whole bunch of our school friends and their awesome mommies. I have pictures from that outing too, but they’re still on my camera. Afterward, though, the kids and I headed out to see Paul at work. He just transferred to another residency and it was my first time seeing his new office. I thought this was neat – the picture is blurry because I was trying to be sly. It’s the traffic control center for CDOT – every camera in the state feeds to this room, and then out to the news stations.

And today, well…it’s Friday! I don’t think I’ve taken one picture today, because all I’ve done is laundry. Oh, and I went to the dentist at the buttass crack ‘o dawn to get a tooth filled. Super fun. Maybe something exciting will happen in the next few hours. Maybe?

6-year-olds in the house!

(I posted this last year at this time, but the details haven’t changed, so I’m posting it again!)

Six years ago today, I got up at the crack of dawn and kissed my 17-month-old twins goodbye. Grandma watched them while Paul and I headed to the hospital for my scheduled c-section. I sure didn’t want a c-section, and Paul could tell you I was scared to death of being cut open. I bawled my eyes out the night before the big day.

At the hospital, we settled in and got ready to meet our newest babies. We were at a brand new hospital (Good Sam, up in Lafayette!) and we were the 13th delivery there and the very first twin delivery. As the OB was doing the ultrasound, preparing for the delivery, we got some unexpected, fabulous news. Both babies had turned head-down. Just days before, at my final appointment with the perinatologist, we were told that a c-section was the only way to go – we had one baby breech and the other transverse. To hear that both babies had turned completely around in just a couple of days was the most wonderful news ever – I cried because I was so relieved!

The c-section was canceled. The OB broke my water, I labored a few hours, and Lexi and Nikki were born that evening. They were born at 4:43 and 4:47, just four minutes apart. It was my fastest, most painful, scariest delivery, but damn if I didn’t birth some beautiful, healthy, big babies.

I’ll admit, I wasn’t exactly thrilled to find out I was having another set of twins – but now I cannot even imagine them not being here. I’m so lucky.

Seven Years.

I wrote this two years ago, but the story hasn’t changed, so I’m reposting it in honor of today: Pablo and Mallory’s 7th Birthday! I can’t believe my big kids are seven years old already. I mean, I vividly remember BEING seven. I remember turning seven, heading out to run an errand with my dad, and a friend of his giving me a wind-up hopping penguin in honor of it being my birthday. How is it that I have kids old enough to be making memories they’ll conjure up thirty years from now? It feels weird. But it’s true. And here’s how it went down, on this very day, in 2003.

I had no idea what I was in for as we headed across town to welcome our little babies to the world. We grabbed lunch at Le Peep before we went to the hospital, and Paul told everyone there that we were about to go give birth to twins. Our food reached the table surprisingly fast.

The delivery was uneventful, and except for Mallory’s blood sugar being too low, the kids were born very healthy. They were born at 12:16 and 12:32 in the afternoon on Saturday the 30th, and I didn’t get to hold Mallory until Sunday night at 8 p.m. I cried and cried when I finally got to see her in the NICU – I missed her so much! We didn’t know if we’d be able to take her home, since the NICU nurses told us the rule was that she had to be maintaining her blood sugar and off her IV for 24 hours before we could leave. I’ll never forget our precious doctor, Howard Corren, telling the nurses, “They know what they’re doing. I think we can let them take these babies home and love them now.” It had only been about 15 hours, but he was kind enough to bend the rules for us.

It was cold and rainy that Labor Day weekend, and it seemed like it went from hot summer to chilly fall during those couple of days while we were in the hospital. And it was a good indicator of how quickly time would pass for us from then on. Those were crazy, terrifying, amazing, wonderful, horrible days. We got little sleep and I struggled with PPD for months. But what precious days they were. Thank God I took so many pictures, because I honestly don’t remember some of it – we were just too sleep deprived, just getting by day-to-day in survival mode. Oddly, it was ten times easier when the little girls were born just 17 months later. I guess we knew what we were doing by then.

My little punkins:

Now, they’re big bad 2nd graders, with backpacks and Silly Bandz and best friends and light up sneakers.

Time just flies. Happy Birthday, Pablo and Mallory!

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