Feast your eyes!

For those of you who haven't seen the babies pics, here is a quick catch up.

I have TONS of pics, I do their monthly photo session.... and I apparently haven't posted them on this blog since they turned 3 months so here you go:

At 4 months:

 

5 Months:

6 Months:

(Welcoming Mommy home!)

 

7 Months:

 

 

 

 

 

 

8 Months:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

9 Months:

Lost and…. Found?

So if you ever wondered if the story of Alice in wonderland is true, then I’m here to tell you that it is.

I don’t know if you noticed but I haven’t been around here much. And I know what you think. You are sitting there thinking well Shanny, you forgot about us. No guys! I didn’t. I did not forget nor did I get too busy with work and kids. A schedule where you are away from home for 11-12 hours a day and squeezing in whatever time is left to spend with kids, eat, sleep, kinda clean, do lots of laundry is NOT my excuse, nope. I’ll tell you what my excuse is…

I fell in a hole.

And don’t go rolling your eyes, this is a true story. I fell in a hole.

The hole’s name may or may not be “life” but I fell in it and had a hard time getting out. Well OK, I’m still halfway in, but I’m going to try my darndest to still show some blog love. I miss writing, its my outlet, but I also miss my bed so we’ll see which one wins. I do still read your blogs and enjoy looking at your pics but since I fell in a hole I didn’t have enough reception to write comments. Ok, this part is a lie, I haven’t written comments because I follow lots of blogs and if I don’t read and move on then I can’t read all of them… my lunch time is quite short. Yes, I get lunch time in the hole in case you were wondering.

So, how is it that I have time to write this right now? Well because I’m not reading your blogs duh. I’ll probably have to do alternate days: two days I read and comment, one day I write blog posts. How does that work for you? We'll try and see, okay? Okay!

P.S. I already failed at my new system... I wrote this yesterday and didn't post it nor did I read any blogs :-/

Happy First Father's Day Jeff!

And Happy Father's Day to everyone else!

(Well, only if you are a man... and a dad)

And Happy Father's Day to my Daddy!

Back to Jeff...

I knew when we first talked about kids, many years ago, that you would be a great Dad. I knew that you were meant to be one, and I knew that I wanted to make you one. It took a while, but it happened, and here you are sleepless, restless, stressed, and happier than I've ever seen you. The look in your eyes when you look at Natalia and Noah makes my heart smile. The look in their eyes when they look at you makes me jealous my heart cry tears of joy. I know they are blessed to have you. I know I'm blessed to have you. And I thank God everyday for whatever chain of events that happened to put you in my path because I couldn't imagine taking this ride with anyone else. The person that I am, the mother that I am is thanks to the support, understanding and love that I get from you. The influence you have on the kids makes me so excited to see how amazing the kids will turn out when they grow up, with a father like you... who wouldn't? And me? I am truly honored you chose me to be the mother of your kids. Happy First Father's Day my Love!

Why is Mommy not sleeping?

The babies?
Sure... its always one of my babies. One of my three babies, I should say.

Yes, the twins wake me up every so often, because they are teething and get fever once in a while. But my other baby? You know, my original baby... the one I married... THAT one is a whole other story. He is such a good Daddy that even while he is sleeping he is in Daddy mode. He stresses about their well being and plays with them. Or so he thinks....

The man wakes me up every single night, at least once.  He does not know this, he is fast asleep, but he manages to do one or all, actually any variation you can think of, of the following:

1. Shakes me violently to go check on babies.... mind you if and when they make a sound, he sleeps right through it.
2. Burps me.
3. Or burps one, or both, of my boobs. When it was full of milk, it was not fun. Otherwise, well...
4. Or, or, OR lifts one of my legs all the way up and starts patting my calf... no one, likes to be woken up that way, no one. And if you are reading this and think you would like that, call a psychologist.
5. He pushes me out of the way to look for the baby. Whichever one.
6. Pulls the blanket off of me to hug it.
7. Talks to "them".... loudly.
8. Caresses my head..... over and over and over... you get the picture.
9. Farts. (Ok, this has nothing to do with babies, but it happens)
10. And my favorite. It happened 2 nights ago: He pulls my pillow away from me (I had just returned from peeing checking on babies) and continues to throw it in the air exactly two times brings it down and kisses it, he threw it again in the air two more times and then kisses it, and again and again. I'm in disbelief staring at him until I wanted my pillow back. I tried to tell him it was just a pillow but he yelled at me and told me he is playing with the baby, I of course, asked which one... he said MY BABY, in a very condescending tone I might add. So I did the most natural thing, I grabbed my cell phone to video tape him, but Jeff being Jeff, stopped and turned right around to give me his back and continued sleeping.

And me? I'm once again awake and tired and confused and laughing my butt off (both butts). And then I get angry. The man never lets me video tape him, he stops right when I start to set up the video. I'm not sure I'm more upset because he wakes me up or because he never lets me tape him. a wife needs something to blackmail their husband with, you know? Not cool Jeff, not cool.

All in all, I'm just glad he hasn't tried to put a diaper on me =)

I'm going to put this out there...

I'm a fitness buff.

Big fitness buff. Oh yes.

Those of you who know me, you can stop laughing right now. Just because there is no actual evidence that I've ever been a big fitness junkie doesn't mean I'm not. I mean in my mind I am, and that's that. I constantly think about working out. I constantly think about eating very healthy. And I constantly imagine myself in top notch shape. So I figure.... *I think* THEREFORE *I am*.... just not physically. And if there is no such thing as a honorary fitness buff then there should be.

The best I've eaten, ever, is when I was pregnant. Give me gestational diabetes and I'll do the strictest diet on the planet for my babies. For myself? Not so much. And since going back to work its gotten worse. I don't know if it was the pumping and stress or the freedom to eat anything that I wanted but I was sure stuffing my face. I'm not working out because any opportunity I get I choose it to sleep instead. For the first couple of months after returning to work, I swore to myself EVERY SINGLE NIGHT that in the morning I would get up extra early to pump and work out. And even though I should have known better I truly believed that I would, I stopped kidding myself about a month ago. That crap isn't happening...

Now, that I stopped pumping... (exactly a week ago {for real this time}, I gave away my pump... but I still had the manual ones and yes I used them.. so I pumped for 7 months and 8 days exactly and this has nothing to do with my post but whatever)... let me start over... Now that I stopped pumping, I got my first period since before getting pregnant AND I got very bloated AND I didn't like it. It was a reality check for me that it was time to start doing something about the baby weight. The problem is that its hard to find time to workout when I'm already a zombie, and the fact that my baby weight is actually a s load of hanging skin. Sure I have some extra weight but its mostly my frontal ass that's the problem. Now, if you have any advice on how to shrink skin, you are welcomed to enlighten me. No need to tell me to work out, my brain is already doing all the working out you can possibly imagine, I mean, how else does one become a fitness buff like me?

I'm not in any way depressed about having my extra skin, I'm depressed because I can't hide it well enough (even with spanx)... boo! I'm even more sad because I can't push it towards my behind, which is the only place that has any use for it. Bwaaahhhh!

On that note, I know it will be a long while before I see a difference. That's fine. Just as long as when you see me you don't judge me. Like a lady who asked me how far along I was in this pregnancy, I told her I actually recently had twins, and she said: "No, but you are pregnant now!" pointing to my belly. I said no, she said yes. Let me tell you, I've been eating less so I had a very light breakfast and at that moment I was starving because I hadn't eaten lunch yet... she is just lucky I didn't snap her head off and snack on it.

Anyway...
I'm going to work on me and my image (whenever possible). This way, sometime, in the far future my body can prove that I can be more than an honorary fitness buff. And now that I said it on my blog I have to do it, right? Right! Now, let's see what I can actually accomplish.... If you have nothing else to do and would like to encourage me, I would appreciate it =)