I'm having a hard time believing my babies are one. I now have three kids that are older than one. I guess technically they'd be considered toddlers and a preschooler. Either way, I can't believe it. Last year at this time, we were barely surviving. Really, we were just hanging on. Yes, we were in love with our precious trio, but things were rough. No sleep, a new house (which had a lot of problems---in fact, I think that this time last year we still hadn't gotten our hot water heater working), two babies that needed so much attention, recovering from a c-section, learning to breastfeed twins, a 2 year old that was having a tough time adjusting to ALL the changes (ie. tantrums, not sleeping). And we didn't have our fence up so our dog was moping around the house like a prisoner of war. I would do it again, because life is so good now, but it was rough.
I've had some guilt. When Sam turned one, we threw a big party. He was super spoiled. We invited so many people. In contrast, our twins got a few small gifts and a wagon and they smashed cake at home with their older brother. Not that they know or care. It's just the life gets a little more complicated. I know Sam will always feel like the guinea pig, and he is, but he will also get a lot of things that the other kids don't get because we are just. so. tired. I take comfort in the fact that these three love each other dearly, and our twins do have something that Sam didn't have. They have an older brother who is so fun and loving, and they have each other. Anyway, that is my feeble attempt at massaging my guilt. Do all mother's feel this way? There is no possible way for me to make everything equal.
In January we built a snowman as a family. I took way too many pictures.
Babies sitting in garbage bags to keep their tooshies dry.
Sam loves eating snow.
Daddy: the master snowman builder.
My view from our house. This is my life, and they are wonderful.
Sam loved helping daddy build the snowman. :)
The finished product.
These two boys have so much fun together.
Crazy babies.
Isn't he handsome?
In February Charlie burned his hands on our fireplace. More mom guilt.
Eleven Months!
These pictures pretty much describe the level of chaos in our house at any given time.
Eleven months
Charlie's hand after the burns had done quite a bit of healing.
Trying to make dinner in the kitchen.
Daddy loves.
1 year old!
This is totally our twinners. Naomi is crazy flexible, and Charlie wants to turn around and climb. I had to keep "positioning" them so I could get a decent picture of them together. It didn't really happen. But they are still cute.
1 year!
Opening birthday gifts
Sam was just as excited (if not more) than they were about the wagon.
Our cheeser.
Babies in diapers and Sam in his tighty whities (hopefully someday he'll forgive me for posting this on the internet). They were ready for some cake smash.
Unlike Sam, who at a year old, just poked his cake, these two really got into it. :)
Ryan making trophies for our Pinewood Derby. We are the Cub Masters. :) It went well (even though I had to stay home with sick kids).
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