Life With Two Year Olds

So...tomorrow is the big day...version 2.0.

The day that two years ago I went from being able to count the number of times that I had held a baby on one hand (outside of work), to having a baby in both hands.

But first - the current stats:

NIXON

Weight - 27 lbs 5 oz (at birth - 6 lbs 10 oz)

Height - 35.5 inches (birth - 19 inches)

Shoesize - 8 (big feet)

REAGHAN

Weight - 25 lbs 10 oz (birth - 5 lbs 15 oz)

Height - 33.75 inches (birth - 19 inches)

Shoesize - 7

"Why yes...it is dirt. Lovely, lovely dirt."

Other than their size, I can tell you that there has been alot of activity around the household, and boy do I mean activity. They never stop moving. I repeat...never. In fact, when there is nothing better to do, Nixon has been known to just run in circles until he gets dizzy and collapses. Or he will throw himself on the floor and do these strange wiggle movements that cause you to take a second look and wonder if he's having some sort of seizure. Nope...just a two year old boy with nothing better to do than flop around mindlessly on the floor while screaming and giggling. Its quite a sight. As Hank Hill has said many a time... "The boy ain't right."

Now Reaghan on the other hand has taken to the strange habit of wanting to carry half of the inventory of her bedroom around with her. She will try to make it down the stairs with herself, her stuffed kitty, her cup of milk, a book, a hat, some beads, her toothbrush, and her Elley blanket for good measure. Needless to say this is quite impossible, so as she drops things she says in the most plaintive voice "oh no...oh geesh" until I offer to carry some of her precious booty for her. She then takes a minute to decide which one of the items she can part with before just demanding that I carry her and all of her stuff down the stairs instead.

So, tomorrow we will go to the zoo for their birthday, and if I'm not too pooped I will post some pics as well as some other fun two year old tidbits, but for now I bid you adieu to sit outside in this beautiful twilight and have a glass of Austrailian Shriaz.

After two years a gal needs a break!