Wrinkle free edition.

Now you see them……

Now you don’t…….

Pretty sad that at 33 I already have wrinkles noticeable enough to Photoshop out.

Christmas 2007

Even though I wasn’t really into Christmas this year I did have a good time. It was fun to see the babies so excited over their new toys. New toys means Mommy gets a break from the crying for a few days!!

Our tradition at the Barr house is for Jeff and I to exchange our gifts on Christmas Eve after we get home from my parents house and our family gift exchange. This way we aren’t rushed to get up so early on Christmas morning. This will only work for a few more years I’m sure until the babies figure out what Christmas is all about and wake us at 5:00am or something equally crazy.

Christmas morning we helped the babies open their gifts and spent the morning in a toy zoo.

We had a very nice Christmas..we were all spoiled rotten. And I am VERY happy that the holidays are over!!! The babies are happy they are over as well….this was them at the end of the day…tired, overwhelmed, grumpy little screamers!

As usual I was spoiled by my wonderful husband for my birthday. Meet the newest edition to the family:

I wanted something I could throw in my purse instead of always lugging around my DSLR. This fits the bill perfectly.

I guess 33 isn’t so bad after all….it did come with presents and I lurve me some presents! =)

I want to wish you all a Wonderful Christmas (or Happy Hanukkah).

I am very blessed with these two crazy, perfect, amazing babies (toddlers) and the most wonderful husband. What a perfectly crazy Christmas this will be!

Jeff has four days off so this weekend should be pure bliss…..plus did I mention….that bet we had last week…the one where I kicked his ass all over the place?!? Well, he paid up and I have a massage booked this afternoon. Thanks baby for being the best bet loser ever!!

Today while watching Jon and Kate Plus 8 she was saying how mothers put off getting the babies first hair cuts…especially for the boys. Somehow with their first haircut they go from being babies to little men. I will be the first to admit that Heaten’s hair is looking a little hippy dippy and getting rather long. I have trimmed his bangs twice, but he has never had a real haircut. I think there may be some truth to her theory…I don’t want my little baby boy to grow up so I’ll keep withholding the haircut until I’m ready (when he’s 10 or so and his hair is longer than mine.) =)

Last year I was so overwhelmed with being a new mother to twins that I really wasn’t “feeling” Christmas. We didn’t decorate…hell, we didn’t even get a tree much to my families dismay. I promised that this year we would get a tree. Little did I know that the Crazies would be in full motion and a tree would be a BAD idea. There is no way my precious Christmas ornaments that I’ve collected for years and LOVE will be anywhere near their little destroying hands.

Solution…a little 4 foot pint sized tree hidden in the corner and barricaded off from the Crazies.

I thought for sure this year I would feel in the holiday spirit. The babies are older and easier and I’m no longer overwhelmed (much), but I am sorry to say that it just doesn’t feel Christmassy around here and I’m not “feeling” Christmas once again. Maybe because it means I get another year older and 33 is just not as exciting as 21 once was. Bah Humbug!!!

*So you don’t think I’m a total Scrooge I did have fun buying for the Crazies and am really excited to see them open their gifts.

I took this picture one year ago….my oh my how things have changed!!!!

We have sickies in this house….probably from the gross doctors floor so I’ll leave you with some photo collages I made for a calender. Enjoy!

I need all of your help to settle a little dispute between Crazy Husband (CH) and Sane Wife (aka, Me). There is a little wager over who is right….and if you are all sane like me you’ll agree that I deserve to win the two hour massage. However, if you are crazy and think CH is right then he’ll get some sort of drum add on thingymajig.

Yesterday we had to take the babies to get the second round of their flu shots. I never ever take the babies for shots alone because it is too hard to comfort them both and get them both dressed and undressed at the doctors office. Everybody knows you should get to the doctors office on time, right? I mean who leaves from work only 30 minutes early IN RUSH HOUR when the doctors office is 35 minutes away in good traffic? Who I ask!?!?!

The scenario goes something like this:

3:45 I get to the doctors office early and drive around waiting for CH to get there. You see, I forgot to bring the double stroller and have no way of getting both babies into the office without help.

3:55 No sign of CH. I call CH to see how close he is and apparently the rush hour traffic is busy….you know, how rush hour traffic usually is so he is nowhere near the doctors office. Ut oh. Not good. Not good at all! I remember that I have the single stroller in the car. One baby in the stroller while I carry the other baby into the office. Viola’.

4:00 Sign in and immediately get called back. You see when you don’t have to see an actual Dr. you get taken back quickly.

4:05 Both babies crying and fussing. One wants out of the stroller the other wants out of my arms. I try crackers, no luck. I try singing, no luck. The crying is getting louder and louder so I do something gross. I let them crawl around on the dirty, germ ridden floor and cruise on the dirty, germy office furniture. Eww and Ewww! Normally I never let them touch anything in the doctors office for fear they will get some germies. But since I am ALONE and STRESSED I let them ewwwily crawl around.

4:15 Nurse comes in to give the shots. *STRESS* I’m wondering how this is going to go down. Shenzie starts fussing when she sees the nurse so I pick her up in one arm and Heaten in the other while trying to pull his pants down. I somehow have to hold him down and hold Shenzie and comfort Heaten because he just got stuck with a needle. The nurse wastes no time saying she is ready for Shenzie. I am still trying to somehow comfort crying/screaming Heaten while pulling his pants up and pulling Shenzie’s pants down. They are both now crying and I am a bundle of nervous stress. Now Shenzie is screaming with her pants around her ankles. Heaten is still screaming while I finish pulling his pants up and set him on the EWWW dirty floor so I can get Shenzie’s pants pulled up. Whew. Both pants pulled up and they are both in my arms crying while I try to comfort them.

4:20 I get both babies calm, put their sweaters on, load Heaten in the stroller, grab Shenzie and head down the hallway all of the while cursing CH in my head.

4:21 Walk down the hall and see CH coming our way. Give him “the look”. The look that says you are in so much trouble do NOT even speak to me.

4:25 Walk to the car pushing the stroller while CH carries Shenzie. The following conversation takes place:

CH: How did it go?
Me: How do you think it went (said very evily)?
CH: Good ha ha.

SCREEEECH!!! Back up a minute. Is CH really trying to be funny right now? You’ve got to be kidding me. There is NO WAY he is trying to be funny when I’m near tears, stressed, and tired.

Me: Don’t be stupid of course it didn’t go good. They were both screaming, I couldn’t comfort them and I felt horrible. Do NOT mess with me right now.
CH: Silence because he’s probably pissed I said don’t be stupid.

So the question is….was humor an appropriate response to the crazy, stressed, tired, upset, and angry wife? I could be wrong here (you’ll all let me know if I am) but I think a more appropriate response would have been a sincere (maybe some knee groveling) apology with an assurance that it will never happen again and maybe a “you did really good comforting two screaming babies” or “you’re the best wife and mommy in the whole universe can I give you a massage tonight to make up for being late and putting you through hell” or something like that. What do you think?