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Mealtime

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Mealtime at our house can be very messy.  Jason and I have learned to accept this.

The boys usually play or cuddle up with Daddy while I fix dinner.  I love that our kitchen is open to the living room so I don’t feel so left out.  Every few minutes one of the boys might check to see if I need help.  🙂

Cuddle TimeSutton Chewing His Book

 

Tonight the boys had some yummy organic baked ziti with broccoli and rice focaccia bread with an apple crisp for dessert.  I think they liked it.

 

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Fynn

Fynn

 

They do understand the concept of a fork but once you put the food into bowls they just want to pick the bowl up and play with it.  So we just plop the food in front of them and let them go to town.

Until next post….

The Mamarazzi

July 6, 2011
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A Year Ago

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I like to look back at all the old pictures of my babies and see how much they have changed.

This was taken a year ago….

6 months old

And here they were at the lake – from previous post…..

Lake House

If only they would stay as still as they did a year ago…..

Until next post….

The Mamarazzi

July 5, 2011
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Lake House

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Today was the boys’ first trip to the lake house.  Jason and I used to go every summer with friends and family but my last time there was two years ago and I was pregnant and exhausted so I didn’t enjoy the full effect of being at the lake.

Fynn and Sutton had a lot of fun.  I am positive they will look back at their childhood and have plenty of fond memories at the lake house.

We laid in the hammock…

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We played inside….had to take breaks so the boys’ cheeks could return to a normal hue instead of BEET red from the heat and humidity.

FynnSuttonLake House

We went down to the shore and Daddy showed the boys how to throw rocks in the water.  That was a HIT!  They did not want to leave.  As we were walking away they kept picking up rocks to throw.

I think there is something in the genetic make up of all males that makes rocks attractive to play with.

Boys will be Boys.

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We played in the yard….plenty of space to run free!

Lake houseLake HouseWatching Daddy coming up from the dock.  Dad got to clean the boat!  🙂  So much fun I’m sure.

Lake House

We even played in the game room and watched all the boaters from the window.

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Yes I ended up taking more pictures of Fynn this time around because his brother was a good boy and slept an hour longer.

After grilling out for dinner we came home and as we pulled in our driveway we got to show the boys their first fireworks from our front yard.

Until next post….

The Mamarazzi

July 4, 2011
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My Family Part II

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FynnMy First Born Son. Yes I have twins but Fynn was my first born.

It is common for a woman’s brain to go to MUSH once she becomes pregnant. It is also common for that MUSH to get even worse once that child(ren) arrives. I can testify that I am one of those said women. But, I will NEVER. EVER. EVER forget that moment in the operating room I first heard my sweet Fynnie boy.

The c-section happened so fast. I looked up and asked Jason, “have they started yet?” They were already half-way to my uterus. Lovely, I know. It felt like seconds later I heard this cry that literally made my heart skip a beat. That moment where you hear the evidence of life you created and longed for for such a long time. I hadn’t seen his face yet but listening to him was music to my hears. Jason ran over to check on him and came back to inform me, “he looks like a little old man!” I barely got a glimpse of the little 5 lbs 6 oz boy before it was time to get his brother out.

The tears were a culmination of feelings – excitement, overwhelming love, fear of being a parent and not doing it right, caution to let my guard down that this was it…..this was the moment I’d prayed about for YEARS…..could I finally enjoy this moment without something going wrong?

Once they got me into the recovery room I got to officially meet my Fynn. He seemed so tiny yet so intimidating. He nursed like a champ from his first hour. I remember being on the phone with Jason’s mother (Kiki) and practically yelling, “I’m breastfeeding!!!!” I still couldn’t believe what was taking place at that very moment.

Mama & Fynn

The first three months were mostly a blur. Our lives revolved around a 3 hour schedule. Nurse Fynn. Wait 30-45 minutes to pump for his brother. Diapers. Naps. Wash Bottles. Remember to eat. Remember to shower. Repeat.

Fynn was always so soft, sweet, smiley and had the world’s largest BOOGIES!! Jason’s dad has nicknamed him “booger man” due to these massive objects. I even photographed one we sucked out with the aspirator….maybe that was the first clue to becoming a mamarazzi. I won’t share that photo.

Fynn

 

Fynn is now almost 18 months and he still brightens every day.  He is the child who has had all but his 2nd molars come in and never made a peep.  He has been sleeping through the night since he was 4-5 months old.  He is easily entertained and can study objects forever.  He has always had crazy hair with two cowlicks in the back making a natural mohawk.  He has my feet and looks like a mini version of my brother, Jordan.  At about a month old we were sure he would have red hair, of course now it is blond.  He loves cartoons and I sometimes worry he has an addiction.  Mom has now cut him back to very limited time watching Sprout or Disney.  This child LOVES milk.  Could drink it all day if we would let him.  He is still quiet most of the time, soft and sweet but when he gets excited it is a DANCE PARTY!

Fynn

 

Fynn

His sweet smile will capture the heart of any person in this world.  I’m so blessed to have this child and I will spend my life making sure I am the best mother I can be.

Until next post….

The Mamarazzi

 

July 2, 2011
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