365 days on the outside

Ruby Finn, my sweet peach. She and her twin had to be delivered six weeks early, because Ruby was getting more than her share of the food - a total placenta hog, if you will. She was born first, weighing 4 lbs, 9 oz, and she's been in a rush to do everything first ever since. Ruby is a cross between a bulldozer and an angel. She is a force of nature, inevitably destined for show business. Her passions include Cheerios, bananas, peaches, avocados, pasta, yogourt, bread, pieces of lint from the floor, pointing, and staggering. I've never seen a one year old girl who does everything with so much gusto - she laughs hard, cries hard, plays hard, eats hard, and cuddles hard. Ruby is so intense and aggressive compared to my other girls, sometimes I just don't know what to do with her. I can't even think about her as a teenager. She is no wallflower, that much is certain. She will be a leader, a doer, and quite possibly, a wrestler.
Strong, intense, funny, affectionate Ruby - my adorable clown. She is pure, raw, unbridled, beautiful Joy.




Lily Kate, my pretty plum. She was born second, and was a pound smaller than her twin, weighing only 3 lbs, 7oz. She was always tiny, but very patient and strong. She is the creater and purveyor of the "Lily Lunge". She pulls herself into a standing position, which she holds for 5-10 seconds, doing a very subtle happy dance, then swans dives with open mouthed glee at someone's face, belly, or the dog. When she is happy, she sticks the tip of her tongue out, and her eyes absolutely sparkle with the glitter of a million leprechauns, and when she is sad, her wail is so deeply tragic, that it extinguishes the sun for several minutes. She also has her third degree black belt for pinching. My arms and chest have the bruising and nerve damage to prove this. She is a singer. She is a dancer. When I look into her pretty blue eyes, I can see how smart she is, she is a watcher. She pays attention, and she mimics. I know that she will accomplish amazing things in her life.
Sweet, silly, delicate, independant Lily - I can't get enough of her. She is pure, deep, unwavering, beautiful Love.


My loves, I am so blessed to be your mommy. I love you with everything that I am, and will always be here for you both.
Daddy, Piper and I still marvel that you are here, and that you are ours. And we are yours.

Happy birthday Ruby. Happy birthday Lily. xoxo

Piper & Mummy doin' PhotoBooth

April Photos

Lily's baby blues


Ruby finds it hard to relax


food=happy


Piper singing and dancing at the park


Nap necessities

My Girl Band

This is a video from about 2 months ago. My all girl band is coming along nicely. If Robb and I really start cracking down on their rehearsals, we think we may be able to retire when they drop their first hit album in 2023.

This post is brought to you by Bob Barker

We are having Robb neutered. It sounds traumatic, but the Doctor assures us that it is healthier for him, and will make him a calmer, better househusband. He may gain some weight, but he will probably stop humping our guests' legs.

Even though we already have more children than we ever thought we would, I am finding this permanent closing of the baby making window very emotional. No more positive pregnancy test excitement, round, pregnant tummy with baby kicking and hiccuping inside, waiting for The Big Day, picking out names, sweet, sleepy newborns.... ever again. NEVER again. Period. Oh yeah, and I'll have to have my period, too. My baby days are over.

Ruby and Lily are soon turning one, and will now be toddlers. I'm shocked at how upsetting this is to me, because we only ever planned on having two babies, so 3 is a lot. We freaked out when we found out we were having twins, thinking, "We can't handle three! Three is one too many!" But as it turns out, it is the perfect amount for us, really.

A few months after Ruby & Lily were born, we actually DISCUSSED the possibility of having another baby. And we weren't even wearing straightjackets at the time. Although, we were in Mexico, and a little drunk, and had been away from the kids for a few days, and were pretty high from sleeping in for 3 DAYS IN A ROW. But still, we entertained the idea for a few days before we decided that we were finished with procreation. And can you imagine if we had twins again??!! I mean, they DO run in my family, and I'm 35 now, and the chances of having a second set is higher, etc... meaning we might possibly have 5 children under 4 years old! (And you KNOW they would all be girls!) We would have to convert to Mormonism so that people wouldn't think that we were insane! And so that I could have another wife around to help with the herd of babies!
(Kidding- I know that modern day Mormons aren't polygamists... but they are often megabreeders, you can't deny that.)

I know we have a lot to look forward to with our girls, and that is the only thing that is keeping me from truly hyperventilating over the whole vasectomy thing. As I've found with Piper, it really does just keep getting better.

Ironically, the big V is scheduled for the twins' first birthday, and the name of the surgeon is Dr Cox. Seriously.
Insert your own joke here.

The Girls

Here are a few video clips of the girls from the last month...

Exploring the new house


Piper reading


I'm stuck in here!

Ambivalent Easter, everyone!

This is one of those months where I not only don't feel like blogging, but I also want to set the computer on fire and throw it into the street. I've read a few entries on other people's blogs, and then cringed at the hordes of asshole commenters spewing bile at total strangers with their big anonymous words. Yuck. Then, I've gotten my feelings hurt over people I don't even know taking me off their blogroll- and I shouldn't be surprised at this, because I barely write anymore. Ew. THEN, I get intimidated by the many wonderful, intelligent writers out there, and decide that I am just quitting this whole thing.

Then... I read a few of my favorite blogs, and feel happy that I know these people, if only online, and don't want to leave the party after all. I put away my matches. There are too many great bloggers out there. Everyone on my blog roll - I like having your words in my head. And my family and out of town friends love seeing pictures of the kids on a regular basis.

God, I'm grumpy lately. I think my hormones may be wonky from weaning the twins. I just feel off. And tired. Sorry for the lack of communication. I'm in hermit mode, and hopefully will snap out of it soon. Blah.