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The odd yet amusing

The odd yet amusing things that go on around the home...conversations and events that really should be recorded before they are forgotten.

Today I was laying on the floor of the bedroom playing with the girls, some of you got the videos. Jordan would not stay out of the laundry basket. She would fling her body over the rail and work herself into a sitting position atop the pile of clothes. Then she would happily sort through the clothes selecting choice items to put in her mouth or on her head. I pulled the basket closer to me so I could catch her when she fell out, which was inevitable.

With all the rolling in the laundry (it was clean laundry by the way) her hair was standing up, sticking out like she had just gotten a good shock. I said "Jordan, you have crazy hair." She smiled and drolled. Rylee, who was watching from the bed, chimed in "Crazy hair?"
"Yes, crazzzy hair."
"Rylee crazy hair." Rylee piped.
"Yes, sometimes you do have crazy hair, but look at Jordan's."
"I want smell crazy hair."
"You want to smell her hair?"
"Yes, smell a crazy hair."
She hops down from the bed with a big grin on her face, skips over, plants her nose square on top of Jordan's noggin, and inhales deeply. The grin drops away from her face and her nose wrinkles up. She turns to me and with all seriousness says "Its stinky." Jordan smiles even more and jambs a finger up my nose.

Reading over this I figure I am the only one who found this really amusing.

One of latest behaviors that I have seen with the twins, at least Jordan, is food throwing. Madison, I think, is better at covering her body with whatever is presented to her, but Jordan has perfected the art of flinging her nourishment on the walls and floor. This was much less of an issue before the dogs were exiled to the back yard. In the past the dogs would wait patiently, long, viscous ropes of droll hanging from their jowls, reaching nearly to the floor. Their eyes never leaving the spoon as it travels from jar to mouth and back, just waiting for the moment when they will be allowed to rush forward and devourer any morsels that have fallen or been flung. Now clean up takes considerably more effort.
Today I thought, after a particularly messy meal, "I'll just let the dogs in to clean this up and send them right back out. I will be great." So I open the door and let in Bunker. He goes right to work knowing that competition is probably not far behind. I consider just using Bunker since Bogie is across the yard and hasn't caught on yet, but I figure he would enjoy it, so I call him over. He wasted no time. He rushed in so fast that I didn't notice that his feet were caked in mud (actually most of his lower body was caked in mud.) I realized my mistake as he put on the brakes, so as not to over shoot the highchairs, and left wet, muddy streaks across the floor. Large clumps of mud are now raining down on the floor, mixing with black eyed peas, Velveeta cheese, bread, and mushed up fig newtons. "Out! Out! Out!" I shrieked. They must have been pretty confused. They had to be thinking "I was just doing what you told me."
I just hung my head and sighed. That did not go as planned.

Poop is fun:

As Rylee and I were outside playing she observed one of the dogs doing his business out in the yard. She turned to me and said "I poop in a grass."
"No." I said, "Big girls like you go poop in the potty."
She mulled this over for a moment and then repeated "I poop in a grass." This time a little more forcefully.
"No. Only dogs poop outside. We go poo poo inside. Right?" I thought that was the end of it.

A few hours later Rylee was playing out back, in the sandbox, while I was feeding, changing, and putting the twins down for a nap. As I walked back down stairs I peeked out the window to check on her. She wasn't wearing any pants. That in itself didn't concern me. She doesn't care for being wet or sandy so she will often strip down outside. (I guess we will have to work on that a bit before we send her off to school.) What was troubling was she was very aggitated and trying to shove the dogs away (from something) and scolding them in a shrill voice. I opened the door to investigate and found Bunker on his back rolling near the edge of the patio. Rylee was squatting down and with both hands on his snout, was trying desperately to push him away from the spot he was rolling on. Bogie in the mean time was hopping up and down, tail wagging, alternately licking Rylee then Bunker.
"What is going on!" I had never seen Rylee hit or push the dogs like that.
"Dogs eat it."
"Dogs eat it."
"The dogs ate what?"
"Dogs eat a poop." She says with tears streaming down her face.
"Dogs eat a poop."
"Who's poop?" I ask. She just points at Bunker who is still enjoying rolling in a new scent/odor. (Why do they do that? That and the sniffing of the behinds. I don't get it. I thought they had a highly developed sense of smell.)
"Did you poop in the grass?" I ask. She nods. I sigh. I feel compelled to run through the whole spiel about not pooping outside again as I took her in to clean her up. The dogs need a bath.

Word of wisdom from Kari to one of her online friends:

"...and let your husband have as many toys as he wants. (I was liking that part) That way you can use that as justification for getting whatever it is you want later." (until I heard the reasoning behind it.)

Twin update:

Jordan is now walking more than she crawls. It is very exciting to watch. Madison still feels more comfortable with something to hang onto, but it won't be long.

We go back to the GI specialist on the 13th and hopefully will get the ok to put them on whole milk. I am scared to stop the medication, even though I expect that they don't really need it any more. I don't want them to regress.

The twins are turning their noses up at the pureed baby food now. If they can't pick it up, they don't want it.

Thats all for now. I will try to get some new photos up soon.

Not much new...

Not much new to report.

Three of the four girls are cutting teeth and all the fussing has made the mood a little tense around the house. Reagan is finally getting her fang teeth (not sure what they are really called, but I am sure you know which ones I mean.) The twins are getting the front ones in. Madison seems to be the most upset about the whole thing, she is almost inconsolable.

I can't recall if I posted about the sandbox. I think I may have. Anyway, we got sand for it and the girls love it. The only problem is that now the sand is everywhere. In our bed, in the kids beds, on the floor, on the couch. I think that they roll in it when we aren't looking and you can never get it all off them, especially when they start to sweat and then dump it on their heads. Also, as soon as you get them clean, they want to go back out and play in the sand again. It is nice to have a good distraction for the big girls, but when you have to brush them off and/ or bathe them five times a day, that distraction is not serving the intended purpose of giving us more time to attend to other tasks.

We are still very concerned about Kari's teeth. They removed half of the broken one, which cracked all the way down to the bone, and they took care of the infection. However, the quotes for getting her fixed up are astronomical and I am appalled at how little the dental insurance will cover. We are looking for ideas. Anyone?

Thats all I feel like typing right now.

Sand in my pants

We finally got around to buying sand for the sand box. We told the girls on Reagan's birthday that they would get sand for the sandbox and they have been reminding us ever since. So yesterday I took Ry and Rea to Lowes to get sand.

They were very excited about it and I was thinking that it would be great to have something else to occupy their minds for more than a couple of minutes, and it did. However, we then spent the next several hours saying things like: "Don't dump the sand out the sandbox." "I told you, DON'T dump the sand out. Keep the sand in or you won't have any left to play with." "Stop throwing sand." "Don't rub your eyes!" "Awh, wait, wait, wait, WAIT! Let me get the hose."

So, it was a good distraction for the big girls, but it didn't reduce our work load like I had planned.

The twins are doing well. Madi is cutting teeth and has not been very happy unless she is being held. While it was nice to have her snuggle on my chest this morning, but it does make it difficult to accomplish any other tasks.

It was a little crazy this morning. As soon as I rolled out of bed I was bombarded with "Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, DADDY!" from Rylee while Reagan and Madison were both fussing and I was trying to change diapers. Things a settled down a bit now. I still don't know how Kari does it for four days in a row, all day.

Tears of Joy

I got back from a trip last night and made it home in time to see the girls for a few hours before bed time. My home comings, even if I have only been gone a few days, are magical times for me. I am greeted by lots of smiles and hugs. Rylee will jabber non-stop for several minutes about her day, listing everything that has happened, including food eaten, play activities, potty events, mischief performed and punishments administered for the mischief. Reagan throws herself into my arms and hugs my neck tight and gives me Eskimo kisses. The twins give me big toothless grins and crawl at top speed to pull up on my legs. I feel like a pretty popular guy when I get home.

But last night was special for me.

After wiping their faces (they had just finished some spaghetti o's) I put the twins on the floor to play with them for a few minutes. Jordan stood up with a big grin and a twinkle in her eye, shook her head from side to side a few times and commenced to march around the kitchen. She probably made six or seven steps, with her arms spread out wide, her hands curled into tight little fists, before losing her concentration. And with her arms now raised over her head and a triumphant gaze cast in my direction (as if to say "Look what I can do, Dad!") she unceremoniously flopped down on her behind, the grin never leaving her face. I was overcome with emotion, less than a year ago I was not sure if she would even live and now she is walking. With tears running down my cheeks, I scooped her up and hugged her tight.

Competition for attention has become an issue and while I was gushing over Jordan, Madison let it be known that she would like some attention too. After composing myself I bent down to assure Madison that I was proud of her too.


Sorry again that I haven't posted in awhile. I guess there are many reasons that I haven't been posting as much.

1. It really was therapy for me and helped me get through a difficult situation. Now that we are over the roughest spot I don't feel the neeeed to post anymore to maintain my sanity.

2. Even though we are past the roughest part and are no longer overly concerned about the health of the twins, we are really busy. Kari knows better than I, but even with the two of us here it is exhausting and I just don't have the energy to type anything.

3. When I do have the energy and an idea for a post that might be vaguely interesting to read, it is almost impossible to get it all down in one sitting while the kids are awake. As I sat down to type out this post both twins started screaming for no apparent reason and Reagan ran by with out any diaper on. I hadn't even completed a whole sentence. Many times if I don't just type it out the thoughts evaporate and I am left with nothing interesting to say.

4. There isn't that much new happening anymore. We have settled, somewhat, into a routine. Now we worry about money and chase kids around the house trying to prevent minor catastrophes. Just like everyone else.

The latest news:

Madison took her first steps the other day. It is now a neck and neck race to see who will figure out this walking thing first. I always assumed that it would be Jordan, she has always seemed to be a little ahead of her sister in the athletic department.

Madison is cutting two bottom teeth and has been a little grumpy. Jordan's should be coming in soon.

I still have a job. That is good news! I had a Continental pilot on the jumpseat, commuting in from San Antonio, who had gotten his furlough notice that day, July 4th. "Happy independence day" takes on a less festive sound in that situation. I have about 1300 pilots below me and I feel fairly safe at the moment, but things are not going well for the industry. If the price of oil continues to rise... it won't be good.

Kari has been better...
She had a root canal partially done in 2005. They drilled out the middle of her tooth witch became infected. The infection caused a delay before the tooth could be crowned. When she became pregnant with Reagan they were unable to finish it. Then she became pregnant with the twins. Then she was putting it off because the insurance doesn't cover all of it and we did feel like we could afford to do anything about it at the moment. So she has been living with a big hole in her tooth for three years.
Two nights ago she was eating some pop corn and bit down on an uncooked kernel and that tooth cracked in half. Needless to say, she has not eaten much for the last two days while I was gone. Tomorrow she goes to the dentist and we will just have to figure a way to get it paid for.

On top of the tooth, Kari, Rylee, and Reagan had a bout of the flu and spent 24 hours vomiting. Fortunately they have all recovered from that.

We meant to post something on the twins actual birthday, but we got distracted by something. We did open the bottle of champaign that Miss Candy bought us and toasted the health of our little miracle babies. It is truly amazing how far they have come. I am sure that all of the prayers helped. Thank you. I feel very blessed.

Other than the tooth things are going pretty well, everyone is generally happy and healthy.

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