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I’ve been wanting to get this post done for quite some time now. Blake & Brady’s birthday was on July 27th. So many things get me side tracked. And just when I think I can sit down for at least 20 minutes, something happens to keep me from it. That and the fact that I’m utterly addicted to some of the FaceBook games and when I sit at the computer I tend to gravitate towards them rather than post here.

My two little guys have turned 2 years old. I can’t believe that just 2 years ago I held theses to “not so little” babies in my arms.

It’s been awhile and I’ve been a bad blogger again.  We’re just getting over our 3rd round this year of the stomach flu in our house. We just can’t seem to get rid of it. As I knock on wood, I have to mention that so far, I’ve been spared. Probably because I’m washing my hands so many times a day. I’m proof in the fact that hand-washing is the greatest defense.

I’ve been twittering a lot lately. My older son gave me a wireless router and I’ve been wi-fi’ing it with my iTouch iPod. I love that I can check my email, facebook, twitter, etc from anywhere in the house.  If you have a Twitter account, there’s a link to follow me under the “Things To Do” list on my left sidebar.  Be sure and let me know and I’ll follow you back.

I’ll leave you with a funny story that happened since my last post.  So often I find myself way behind on housework. Laundry piling up, toilets looking pretty disgusting, etc. I like it when I have reinforcements here, like my mom or aunt, that way I can get some things done and not have to worry about what the boys are up to.  So with the pile of laundry touching the ceiling in my laundry room, I decided to bite the bullet, run downstairs and spend 5 mintues to throw a load in. I started the twins Elmo video and knew I’d only be downstairs for a few minutes. And I that’s all it was. A few minutes.

As I got back upstairs and headed toward the living room where they were playing, Brady greeted me in the hallway. His diaper was missing. No diaper. Bare-ass naked. Suddenly he holds up his hands saying “uh-oh”  Upon closer inspection I realize his hands are covered in poop. I let out this loud.. “Noooooooo!!!” with a desperate “why me” tone to it.  At the end of the hallway, in the doorway of the spare bedroom, there on the floor lies a small pile of poop. Then another pile, and another pile. Apparently they had fun while mommy threw a load of laundry in. The bottom of both their feet was covered in it. Surprisingly, Brady’s bumm was completely clean. He must have lost the diaper before taking a crap on my wood floors. I’m trying to clean it up and it’s mushed in the cracks of the wood flooring. I’m forced to use a tooth pic to get it all. The two of them were immediately placed in the empty tub while I cleaned. Then they got a bath.

I tell you, I hear horror stories of the brown fish found in bath tubs.  What would you call it on dry land? A brown frog?

Last Thursday night around 2am Brady woke up screaming. This wasn’t his usual “check to see if mom’s paying attention” cry. But more of an urgent cry. As I walked through their bedroom door, that’s when the fog hit me. It was the unmistakable odor of vomit. I took him downstairs to clean him up. Change his jammies and offer a sip of water. Not wanting to wake Blake up, I just layed with Brady on the full mattress on the floor in their room. He snuggled right up and went quickly back to sleep.

That was the beginning of a long night and what was soon to be a long week. Brady continued to throw up almost every half hour to 45 minutes. Every time he’d start to whine and do his “death roll” in the bed, I knew it was coming. I must have changed his jammies 3 times. I layed a huge beach towel down under him and grabbed a stack of recieving blankets from the closet. Blake slept soundly through all of this.

At about 6am, Blake started to stir and whine in his sleep. He didn’t sound too good. I picked him up and then suddenly “BLECH!” He’s throwing up. Most of the day Friday they weren’t keeping much down. They were only getting liquids all day. Just little sips every half hour until they could keep it down. They were miserable Saturday, Sunday and on Monday, the diareah started. They were on plain liquids again yesterday and so far neither has had a dirty diaper. I’m hoping that means it’s about out of their systems.

I felt so sorry for them. Blake’s fever went up to about 103F. Both of them have been clingy and irritable for several days. They’re still not running at 100% and I miss my happy babies. This morning they were back to fighting over the same toy, even though there’s a duplicate toy nearby.

Here’s a picture from Saturday afternoon of my recuperating boys watching their favorite Elmo video.

Dave was working late tonight, so it was just the boys and I having dinner. I threw a quick kid friendly dinner together (mac-n-cheese with polish kielbasa) Here’s how it all went down.

Twins are in their high chairs. I make Gavin’s plate first and place it in front of him at the table. I cut up some sausage for Blake & Brady. They each have a small plate of sausage with a dap of ketchup and a bowl of mac-n-cheese. Everyone is set and beginning to eat. I grab myself a plate and spoon on some mac-n-cheese. I sit down, take one bite. Gavin wants something to drink. I sit back down, take one bite. Brady points to his bowl and says “more.” I get him more mac and sit down and take one bite off my plate. Blake points to his bowl, “more.” Again I sit and take another bite and Brady want’s more ketchup. Then Blake wants more sausage. Then Brady wants more sausage. Then Brady wants more milk, then Blake wants more milk. I’m up, I’m down. I think I had about 5 bites off my plate in total.

I leave you with some fun video of Blake & Brady.
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