Sara is Smiling

Someone to go through life with.

The best gift I could give them was each other.

Even if they don't always realize it!

I recently referred to them as Irish Twins. (Is that still politically correct? Probably not.)
Charlie screeched and Max pretending to puke. "I am not his/her twin!!" they both yelled as if they had rehearsed it. I explained that it's called Irish twins when siblings are born within a year of each other. They were having no part of it.

We were laughing yesterday when we drove past the smoke stacks remembering when they used to think it was the Cloud Factory. They were so sweet and little once upon a time!

I used to get asked if they were twins back then too.
Ahhh, I miss my babies sometimes! I'd like to go back and smooch their little cheeks..but only for a moment. Those two as toddlers together put me through the ringer!! And they still make me laugh even as big kids so it's all good :-)

A Max funny: When my hands are dirty they have more flavour.
A Charlie funny: Quincey told me the other day that I was H-O-T. I heard Charlie saying to herself, "H...O...oh..gross."

Happy New Year?

Is it too late to say that?

We celebrated the new year in Phoenix. It was unseasonably warm even for Phoenix. We had a BBQ, swam with the pool lights on


and then partied til midnight! Well, sort of.
While the kids were in the pool I changed all the clocks two hours ahead so we rang in the new year at 10pm rather than 12am. Oh yes, I'm sneaky. But the kids were determined to stay up til midnight and I knew that was a bad idea (and I was too tired!)

First, before the kids got too tipsy with excitement, sugar and fatigue, we set our goals and made predictions. Quincey and I are big time goal people.. not resolutions. There's a difference.
I won't share ours, but here are some of the kids'.

Charlie:
Learn Dad's dance moves.
Make a thousand dollars!!
Burp the ABC's.
Be the strongest kid with the longest hair.
Be a pilot for West Jet.
Her prediction was: Another H-B baby. (over my dead body)

Max:
Get a hockey goal.
Red Belt in Tae Kwon Do.
Go to a sport's game.
His predictions: Sun's going to be destroyed.
Night will never come. (a little contradictory to the first one)
Farts will stink 500% more.
Rachael (the babysitter) turns into a Cyborg.

Eloise:
Love Hello Kitty even more. (I don't think that's possible.)
Make friends with nice girls and boys in kindergarten.
Predictions: Ruin the moon (clearly influenced by big brother)
Quinn will say 12 words.

Next on the agenda: Twister.
Since there are too many of us, we took turns challenging each other.

Yup, Quincey is wearing a suit. Always in a suit. Playing twister with the kids on new year's eve on vacation.

Dispite photographic evidence to the contrary, Charlie did not get drunk.



We played Just Dance-Abba version on the wii which was way too much fun. (I have video, but I'm too lazy to edit and upload it right now).

Then we toasted the new year.




(that's the wonderful Rachael who was there with us)

I have a very good feeling about this year :-)

Baby Wars

Yay! WATER! Let's jump in!

No?? Fine. I'll throw myself on the ground and scream until...well, until I'm sick of it. Then I'll lay lifeless. Maybe you'll lose interest and just leave me here.


..or maybe you'll give me a freakin puddle??
You will regret this, Mother.

*whistling* Nothin to see here..just splashing around like a regular baby..

That's right! I'm no regular baby! Mwahahaha!! I will wash my hair in this disgusting puddle, Mother! How do you like that??!?!


Really? You think that's cute? You're more diabolical than I thought. No matter. I still have more tricks up my sleeve. Oooooo....look at my cute little matchy-matchy outfit you just bought, Mother! I'm rolling in the puddle now! You'll really be sorry now!


Still taking pictures?? Still enjoying this, are we?
That's fine. I've still got my big guns. Pulling out operation Shock and Awe.
Sluuuuuurrrrrpppp!

I will drink this puddle that tastes like piss and is likely full of foreign bacteria that my little body is not accustomed to! I will get sick and puke all over you, your car, and everything that you love! Mwaahahaha!

Wait a minute...I may not have thought this completely through. I'm filthy! And wet! And my mouth is full of grit!

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!! Take me home! Heeeeeeey! I've ruined this outing after all! I WIN!


Dang it.

{Me and Quinny in Phoenix last week while we waited for the kids to finish paddle boating}