He's Baaaack

Reese has made it home for round 5. Hopefully the final.

Honestly, Oakley and Nate aren't fans this time around, but little Reese is trying to be a peacemaker.


Or, letting us know how he really feels.


Awwwwww.

*Disclaimer: I know, I know, they don't match or even coordinate, but Reese is wearing 0-3 month stuff and Nate is wearing 3-6, so... whatever.

BeeBee's

Since the swine flu hype is over, we got to take the kids back to the hospital to see Reese. Nate (left) is about 4 pounds heavier than Reese (right) which is opposite of when they first came home.

Jason and I often have discussed if Reese remembers Nate. The answer is yes. I was holding the boys facing each other and they were staring in each others eyes, just smiling so big. It totally made me tear up. Seriously, like Happy Mother's Day to me.

We're hoping to bring him home for good next week. Hip hip hooray!

May the Forth be With You.

Yep, it's an official holliday. Well, maybe not that official because I didn't get it off work. Maybe next year.

Say a Little Prayer for Him!

(I hope you sung that.)

No, he could not be any cuter, seriously! He's a doll baby.

Tomorrow is another surgery.
Hopefully the last, or at least 2nd to last.

They're sticking his aorta to his sternum.
I think it'll work.

Pray for him, k? I know you will.

Happy Easter.... Errr, something.

I saw a bumper sticker at Wal-Mart the other day, it said:
"Bear with me, I'm a nudist."
We'll put one on the scooter.

Baby Hitler (see mustache) was all doped up at the hospital. Poor thing!
He's now on Methadone (not kidding) and feeling better, but he missed out on cute pictures with ears. He did, however, score a beer cozy of an Easter Bunny while there. Again, not kidding.

Nater-tot is loving the attention he's getting at home. Isn't he adorable?!


*UPDATE*
I'm no longer cranky so I took off the last part of this post.
(Thanks in a big way to our great stake yw leadership meeting!)

Ok, I still think it's funny so actually I'll re-add it, but remember, I'm not serious this time :)Remember, you sell your kids at the end to become a millionaire.

More Fun than Hair-Bows

On Sunday we blessed the babies because I felt like we needed to since Reese keeps running away to the hospital, and I didn't want to wait until they are two or something. (P.S. We've made it past the 5 day mark, when the little turkey usually goes back, knock on wood.)

Anyhow, I have been conjuring up outfit ideas and decided to go with purple. I know, they're boys! But, I liked my shirt. Selfish, I know.


So, I made the kids matching ties and the babies matching Sunday pants, my mom made Oakley new pants and a skirt for me.

And, it was fun. The end. (I know, totally un-cohesive, my brain turns off when kids are crying.)

UNCLE!!

So, whoever thought it would be fun to give me twins ... when I have a 2-year-old ... might be wrong.

Bless all of our hearts, right?

I'm off to buy a white flag.