Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

While Mommy was boozing her way through the Magic Kingdom, Superdaddy was home taking very good care of the girls, (with help from Michie, Grammy & Poppa). He even took the twinkies to get their 4 month shots. Ruby now weighs almost 13 lbs, while Lily is fast approaching 11 lbs. Sweet lil piggies! Not bad for my 6 weeks early babies who were too small for preemie clothes when they were born.


four months old



Ruby thinks mummy is hilarious, while Lily thinks mummy is crazy.

The Happiest Place on Earth

I spent the weekend at Disneyland with the girls (grown-up girls! WOO!) for my friend Chelsey's bachelorette party weekend! The rest of the girls went for 4 days, but I could only handle 2 days, since it was my first time leaving the twins, and I was afraid that my lactating breasts would overflow, and flood out Disneyland if I was there for 4 whole days. I brought my Super Pump, and although I think it may have also sucked some paint off the hotel walls with its almighty power, it did the job, and kept me from exploding all over Anaheim. And it was SO MUCH FUN. The rides- DEAR GOD THE RIDES!!!! They were amazing!!! Especially the Tower of Terror, and the virtual flying ride, which felt like you were really hang gliding. And the shopping, which can only be fun, no matter where you are. Plus sunshine! Heat!! Palm trees!!!! Laughing with friends!!! All good, happy stuff!!!

We even managed to get very drunk one hot afternoon in Downtown Disney, after polishing off 3 giant pitchers of Margaritas at the Mexican restaurant. We all laughed our escabaches off for a solid hour, requested some inappropriate balloon animals from a poor innocent young balloonman, and then staggered around the shops in a tequila soaked haze, loudly talking and giggling in a VERY un-Disneylike manner. Walt would not have been impressed. By the time we walked off our buzzes, it was time for more rides! Wheeee!!

(NOTE: The guys had all gone to Vegas the previous weekend for Chelsey's fiancee Chris' bachelor weekend, so in comparison, ours was a very G-rated affair. There were no Mickey Mouse lapdances or strip poker parties with the Pirates of the Caribbean,etc.. We HAD to at least get plastered once, to honour the bachelorette tradition.)

I, once again, forgot my camera, as I prefer to keep it in the cupboard at home, far away from all possible treasured memories. But here are some shots from Chelsey's camera.


Lindsey, Jacqui, Chelsey, Eve, and Stacey- 5 girls who rarely drink, making up for lost time

Me, drunk, and wearing what I later realized was kind of a slutty shirt for Disneyland. I changed it after I sobered up.


Lin & I, slightly scared at the Haunted Mansion, moments before being told there was no flash photography allowed by a spooky disembodied voice.


Five somewhat sober girls




M-I-C.... See you later!
K-E-Y.... Why? Because I have to go to bed now!
M-O-U-S-EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Tonight we're gonna potty like it's 1999

Pee at last! Pee at last! Thank God we've pee at last!!!!!

Riddle me this...

What has 12 legs, wears 5 diapers, eats a banana, and swings back and forth?







ANSWER:




This




(Robb with our 3 girls, and cousins Owen and Hale, at the lake last week)

We are family... get up everybody... Sing!

We had our family over for dinner last night- which they bought, brought, prepared, and totally cleaned up for us- in our home, even, so we didn't even have to change out of our pajamas! We did, though, 'cause we're classy. ha. My inlaws always do awesome things like this. They are the kind of people who, if I didn't really know, I would WISH that I knew, and could hang out with them. But I am lucky enough to have married the sweetest guy ever, AND love each and every member of his family. This is rare, from what I've heard. Plus, they are all gorgeous, which is why our daughters are all gorgeous. (From a totally non-biased, completely impartial point of view, of course.) Robb's whole family has skin like a bowl of airbrushed cream. I look like an apple doll next to them- BUT, my girls have that same peachy skin.

I am also fortunate that they love and accept me as family...with all my oddities, because there were a few... incidents.. when I first met them in which I made a giant ass out of myself.

The very first time Robb took me to meet his parents, we'd only been dating a few weeks, and we met them at a cute little Italian restaurant, (the same place where Robb & I got engaged later.) During the lovely conversation, we were discussing funny sleeping habits or something, and I blurted out that Robb snored. SNORED! When I realized what that implied, I almost died. I briefly thought about purposely choking to death, because I suddenly felt like I was wearing a neon sandwichboard that said "HI, I'M EVE- THE SLUT WHO IS ALREADY SLEEPING WITH YOUR SON! CALL ME EVE THE SEX CRAZED WHORE WHO'S BEEN DATING YOUR SON FOR LESS THAN A MONTH! CAN I CALL YOU GUYS MOM AND DAD?" The rest of the evening is a blur, as I was so traumatized. I am trying to reach the "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" people to take care of this for me.

They affectionately tease me about things, like the fact that I ALWAYS wear high heels- in rain, snow, rock climbing, or swimming. "There is a heel for every occasion!" is what I say. But my TERRIBLE sense of direction is one of my worst quirks.

Many years ago, Robb and I were at his parents' house for dinner. I'd been there probably 20 times at this point, but still wasn't clear about where the hell we were. My bad sense of direction borders on retardation. Robb's dad had a new BMW convertible car, and decided to let me take it to run to the grocery store a few blocks away, to pick up some last minute things for dinner, but mainly just to joyride. Well, I somehow got lost on the way home. My 10 minute errand turned into an hour, and I was starting to panic. I was still in the neighborhood, but I had no idea where, or even what their street was called, or their phone number. (Erm..did I mention that I'm also bad with phone numbers? Haha!) I was driving a very distinctive car, and was starting to draw attention from pedestrians whom I'd passed by 50 times, like the moron that I was. Eventually, I had to go knock on a TOTAL stranger's door, to ask for a phonebook, and to borrow their phone to call my future inlaws, to get help finding my way back there... about 3 blocks away. I probably could have just stayed in the convertible and yelled very loudly, "ROBB!!!?? I'M LOST!! AND ALSO, I'M A MORON!!! and followed Robb's voice home, but as I mentioned before, I aint so bright. My neon sandwich board that day would have read "DO NOT GIVE ME SHARP OBJECTS! SPEAK SLOWLY AND CLEARLY, USING SMALL WORDS!" Robb had to come get me so I could follow him home. His dad must have thought I'd stolen his new car, when in reality, I was just a complete idiot. I'm not sure which is worse.

There is more, but I think that is sufficient for now. Ugh.

Anyway.... thank you Mom & Dad G for still letting me join your family, and for all of the love, support and giggles over the past 6 years. I love you guys!

Baby News

Our Top Story tonight! Lily has found her thumb! She loves it! Film at 11!





Also- Piper is now sleeping in a big girl bed. I believe now she is officially not a baby anymore. (lip quivering...)





A piece of artwork was also found today in the living room region. It is believed to be a rare and valuable collage by the Artist Formerly known as Pippa. My favorite part is the glued on crayon paper.





Other than that,it's been a pretty slow news day. Lots of cuddling and couching.





Good night, and have a pleasant tomorrow.

So You Think You Can Fix A Waterpark

It's been very hot all month, (almost as hot as Jason's front yard,) so we packed up the kids last Saturday to spend the afternoon at the local water park. When we arrived, we were greeted by several parents and kids with looks of disappointment on their sweaty faces, as the park was closed for maintenance. Well- not so much maintenance, as one guy standing around with a wrench. The city was probably paying this dude a kazillion dollars an hour to taunt us all with his lack of action. So we all just played bitterly in the sandbox and on the swings, while glaring at the workman and overheating. At one point, another guy with a clipboard showed up, and they chatted for awhile, presumably about how pathetic we all looked in our swimsuits sitting in the hot sand. Hey- guess what's the most refreshing and fun way to spend a hot summer day? NOT SITTING IN HOT SAND, that's what. Then they both went back to doing nothing, together. Robb and I, who are NOT handy, could have made more progress with our toolbox from home, which contains a hammer, safety pins, some pipe cleaners and a thumb tack.

But a few days later, we got to go to our brother & sister-in-law's cabin at Pine Lake, for a wonderful cool day of BBQing, hot tubbing, and boating. Hurray! I will post pictures, (obviously..) when my sil and cousin email them to me.

Off to watch "So You Think You Can Dance" again on the TiVo- the finest show ever. I am beginning to suspect that those kids CAN dance.

Baby Einstein

This is what happens when Daddy lets Piper use his metrosexual hair sculpting creme.
We also told her to say "Cheese". As you can see, she gave us extra cheese.
I wish my hair would do this.