tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120259432011-10-26T17:03:30.845-05:00This is the story of me, my husband, and our twins - Tanner & Morgan. We weren't quite expecting twins - and ever since that fateful day that Dr. Clark uttered "It's Twins" - our lifes have not been the same. These are the Tales of the Two Utes.Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.comBlogger2291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-8601241328103002542011-05-15T20:54:00.002-05:002011-05-15T21:09:55.460-05:00

I attended a change management seminar this week. When the instructor first asked us if we liked change or not, my initial reaction was to recoil - ick, change. And, then I realized that my distaste for change was really related to some recent stuff at work - but in reality, I like change. I LOVE change. A WHOLE lot of change.From the moment I first left home for college to my first job (call

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-17346323490765831552010-07-11T22:58:00.003-05:002010-07-11T23:15:29.405-05:00

Sometimes, getting it out can be beneficial. I'll hope that this is the case here.We spent last week in Iowa. This year, Iowa hasn't been as fun as it normally is. My mom had a pressure sore at the end of 2009 - the cushion in her wheelchair "broke" - the fancy shmancy cushion that keeps her from getting pressure sores. She coddled it along while she waited for the new one to arrive. And,

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Morgan has a birthmark. Ironically, it didn't show up for quite awhile. Born at 27 weeks, the birthmark showed up about 3 weeks before her actual due date. We honestly thought for awhile, that it was a result of my dad holding her while he had a halo on (we though he had hit her head on the metal apparatus around the halo). Finally, our pediatrician told us what it was.You can kind of see it

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-22958895189097079142010-01-03T19:51:00.002-06:002010-01-03T19:53:55.719-06:00

I've been "off" work since 12/18 - that makes 16 total days including 6 weekend days. It was forced, mandatory vacation - and as such, I didn't actually not work all of those days. I had to spend about 1 - 2 days in the office setting up interviews for this week and helping finalize the year. But - still, most of that time was M-I-N-E.We had a great time doing mostly family stuff. We had a

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-79437521400324310222010-01-02T09:23:00.001-06:002010-01-02T09:23:54.543-06:00

"Daddy, if I'm letting you down, then you're letting me up."

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Tomorrow, November 17, is National Prematurity Awareness Day. When I first became pregnant in 2003, I never would have guessed that I would have twins - let alone that they would be born 13 weeks and 2 days early (at 26 weeks, 5 days gestation). There are no words to explain the guilt that I felt - and still feel - for not being able to carry them longer. I don't think I have met a preemie mom

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Halloween 2009 Halloween also marks Tanner & Morgan's 1/2 birthday. So, in order to help me keep track (and because I won't remember to write it anywhere else) - here are there latest stats:Tanner - 44-1/4" tall & 39 lb 6 ozMorgan - 43-1/2" tall & 35 lb 6 oz (she's been sick the last week and it has definitely taken a toll on her weight - we think she's down about 2 pounds)

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The things these two say - well, it often cracks me up. And, just so that I don't forget - here are a few more for the record.On Saturday, T&M's grandparents took them to church. On the way there, they drove by another church and the bride & groom were just emerging from the chapel. Grandma explained that they were just getting married. Tanner: Are they going to have babies?Morgan: Well,

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Tanner & Morgan being in kindergarten has worn them out. We put them to bed at 7 p.m. - and they sleep until we wake them in the morning (or within 5 minutes of wake-up time). Of course, with the exhaustion comes some pretty crabby kids. Tonight, I overhead Morgan telling Tanner: "Tanner, if I get on Daddy's last nerve, you must get on his first nerve."

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The last two summers, we've had the opportunity* to make a round trip between Colorado - Iowa - Kansas (home, grandma & poppy, old home). We just returned home from the trip - and it was as exhausting and fun as ever. We drove 1850 miles in 9 days, spent 4 nights in Iowa, 2 nights at a hotel in Kansas, and 2 nights "at the farm" in Western Kansas. We saw cousins, fished, played in mudpuddles,

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Tanner & Morgan had their 5 year check-ups today. Tanner weighed in at 37 pounds even (25%), 44 inches tall(75%), and got 3 shots. BMI is a whopping 13.4 (not even on the chart - less than 5%). Developmentally appropriate. Eye sight tested as 20/40 (scheduled an eye appointment). He's gained 5 pounds and grown 4.25 inches. Morgan weighted in at 35 lb 8 oz (10%), 43.5 inches tall (75%), and

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-12848196788589280982009-06-28T23:14:00.001-05:002009-06-28T23:14:48.608-05:00

"Hey Mom, can I have some of that beer for little kids?"

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-67781947187246215982009-05-30T22:43:00.002-05:002009-05-30T23:02:01.762-05:00

If anyone ever tells me that San Diego has wonderful weather - I'll know they are lying. I talked to a family last night from Greeley, Colorado - they were headed home to get a sun tan. The "local" folk keep talking about "June Gloom" - yeah, whatever. We haven't seen the sun since the day we landed. So - that is how we started our day today. Not just "June Gloom", but drizzle and a light

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Today was Day 3 of our vacation - we headed to the San Diego Zoo. A good choice since the weather continues to be overcast, misty, and cool. At least at the zoo there are very limited chances of getting wet. We kept telling ourselves - oh, the San Diego Zoo can't be much worse than the Colorado Springs zoo in terms of hills / pushing strollers. Boy, were we wrong! There are hills (STEEP

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As predicted, Tanner & Morgan were up early (although not as early as we had thought). We still decided to hit the beach before hitting Legoland (which doesn't open until 10 a.m.).The beach was cool (temperature) and beautiful. There were a handful of people on the beach this morning, and we wisened up and had the kids wear their beach socks to minimize sand (that worked well). But - they

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We're on Tanner's Make-A-Wish trip. I haven't talked much about it, it's a mixed bag when your child gets a MAW trip. Yes, you are so very grateful, but on the flip side, I'd trade it in a heartbeat if my child wouldn't be eligible for such a trip. Or, if he'd never had to put up with all the medical stuff that he deals with. But, fact is, he does have a liver transplant & a cyst in his brain

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"Wow, mom, that asparagus was really great! Can you buy some more and cook it for us again soon?"This was after asking for seconds...and eating the seconds before touching anything else on their plate (including the bread and butter). Plain asparagus...who woulda thunk it?

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Dear Tanner & Morgan,In a few hours, you will be FIVE Years Old. I truly can’t believe that I’ve blinked my eyes and those little 2 lb 3 oz babies have grown into these rambunctious, full-of-life five year olds. There are so days I get so frustrated by your continuous energy, non-stop talking, and attitude – and then I remember how far we’ve come, and I’m a little bit grateful, too.We’ve had

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Since the kids aren't going to be in preschool during Father's Day, they did an ice cream social with dad tonight. They had prepared a small story about their dads along with a picture they drew. Here's the story:My Dad by MorganI love my dad, his name is Randy. I fly kites with him and we got work out and I love to play games with him like MarioCart. My dad has a blue coat and he has white

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-31416532040459183462009-01-18T09:46:00.006-06:002009-01-18T10:01:42.659-06:00

We got 5 - 6" of snow on Monday. The kids have been anxiously awaiting playing in the snow this year, so we let them at it on Tuesday. Good thing - after 50 F days this week, it's LONG gone!And, for some reason, this picture:Reminds me of this picture:(Yeah, I know, I have no clue what the reference is to polymers...blame Google)

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Family finances - it seems like I spend a substantial sum of time every week keeping up with our bills, figuring out where we spend money, chasing after billing errors (usually hospital or insurance), and finding ways to get more for our dollar. But, during this time of year, I get to do the really fun stuff (sarcasm) like taxes and insurance / cafeteria plan enrollment forms. For the last 5

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I'm not sure if it was the way that Morgan looked at me the other night, cocked her head, and then started telling me a story about school...or Tanner telling me the other night that "I don't like change!" (SOOOO like his father)or looking at different kindergartens* for next year...but over the last few days, I looked at my children, and I didn't see toddlers anymore. I didn't see little kids.

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-25236734583013301852008-10-31T21:35:00.011-05:002008-10-31T21:46:20.461-05:00

Take 1 - 2004 - 6 months old (Pumpkins)Note to self: Orange is not a good color for a kid with profound liver disease.Take 2 - 2005 - 18 months old (Cat & Dog)Note to self: Killing yourself for 2 months to make their costumes may not qualify as time well spent.Take 3 - 2006 - 2-1/2 years old (Pebbles & Bam Bam)Note to self: Don't try elaborate hair things on fine, toddler hair.Take 4 - 2007 -

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Tanner: "Hey mom, do you still have that cage you used to keep us in when we were little?"...............

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Tanner was crying in bed last night. I went to check in on him & see what the problem was. He was upset because he didn't know when his birthday was...Ok, folks, his birthday is April 30th - he has a good 7-1/2 months left until his next birthday. So, I told him about all the fun things that we had left to do before his birthday - visit to Grandma & Grandpa, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Disney,

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-44856627174490773922008-09-02T13:51:00.003-05:002008-09-02T13:52:48.498-05:00

So, at what age do you have to start giving your boy / girl twins separate baths? Have I missed the boat? Our twins are over 4 years old, and they are still taking a bath together - we get them dressed in the same room (they dress themselves, we just apply sunscreen before they put on their clothes). We've had some interesting conversations about our private part and penises, but nothing too

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-69974819549243178532008-08-25T19:21:00.003-05:002008-08-25T19:27:54.899-05:00

Today was the beginning of a new era. Randy would begin staying home with Tanner & Morgan during the days - although we'll maintain them in a church preschool for three half-days a week.So, without further ado, "first day of school" pictures.Tanner's first day of school picture - always my kid who will smile for the camera.Morgan, not quite so cooperative with the camera.But finally, a cute

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1. There is a Cracker Barrel at every exit along the freeway.2. Winn-Dixie is the grocery store chain of choice.3. Humidity level is at "wilt"4. There are two flavors of tea - sweetened and tea for northerners.5. The side dishes offered at dinner are all fried - fried okra, fried green tomatoes, fried pickles.6. Alligator is an entree choice.7. All y'all is used to refer to a group of

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My mom & I had the following discussion last night (with my dad on the other line of the phone)..Grandma Crazy: "Well, you know, the only reason I'm watching the Olympics is in the hopes that Michael Phelps is going to come out of his swimsuit one of these times..."Hmmm.....interesting.....very interesting....

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-78208008638036330962008-08-07T21:54:00.002-05:002008-08-07T21:59:47.432-05:00

Watermelon, fireworks, lightning bugs, late nights, long days, mowing the yard, swimming - those are my childhood memories of summer. So, taking my kids to swimming lessons, feels like I'm sharing a part of my history with them.Tanner loves to submerge his head underwater while waiting for his turn...Morgan likes jumping into the water - but she freaks if she gets her ears wet.

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Overheard tonight in Aisle 26 at Sam's Club..."Tanner, you'll always be my best friend."Yeah....they're that cute.

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Randy & I were doing some number crunching today. You see, about 4 years ago this next week or so is when I went back to the workforce - leaving my kids with our nanny at the time. We kept the nanny until a month after their 2nd birthdays, when they entered daycare world. Their first 18 months were at wonderful daycare in Kansas - and the the last 7 months have been at 2 daycares here in

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Morgan had yet another birthday party today...it seems like "5" is the age at which all of the kids have a big party. Since she's in the class of kids that are turning 5, she's had at least 3 - 4 birthday parties in the last 5 months. So, with Morgan & Daddy off at the party, that left Tanner & I to do our own thing. We decided to go shopping - Tanner is my most awesome shopper. He is patient

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-51648786023733783422008-07-25T23:18:00.003-05:002008-07-25T23:20:34.535-05:00

Overheard in an Old Navy changing room:"Daddy, I hope you aren't going to take off your underwear, too. We don't want anybody to see your penis."(Yes, that would be the girl...Daddy will no longer allow 4-year-olds to accompany him when trying on new clothes.)

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I think most of us will admit that we tend to read blogs of people that we have something in common with - I love reading twin blogs, especially boy-girl twin blogs. I always enjoy reading Matthew's column - and he has a contest for a double stroller going on right now. While we are on the edge of not needing strollers, we do have a Disney vacation coming up in December in which we will need a

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-33273949892639630782008-07-21T19:10:00.001-05:002008-07-21T19:10:35.229-05:00

Back from the neurosurgeon. I am very happy to report that he is much better than the neurologist. The neurosurgeon didn't know who the neurologist was - just that he was a new resident. Tanner’s cyst is large for a cyst in this area – but not atypical of other cysts that they see in the brain. The cyst is pressing on part of the brain (maybe it was brain stem) that controls visual stuff – but

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-33481000201290412212008-07-19T23:13:00.002-05:002008-07-19T23:22:22.980-05:00

I updated about Tanner's condition in my last post, but I'd be forgetting half the story if I didn't talk about Morgan, too.When you have twins, you have a pair. They are the same age - so typically they get to do the same things and spend so very much time together. Mine have only physically been apart a handful of times - they spend more time together than they do with either one of us.As we

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-66443789546976977012008-07-19T22:39:00.003-05:002008-07-19T23:13:04.096-05:00

This is my 200th post - wow - I wish I had something more fun to update on...When I look at this picture - it's hard to imagine all that is going on in that head of his...Tanner had an MRI on Wednesday without and with contrast. Preparing your 4-year-old son for an MRI is not such a fun thing - but I have to admit, he was such a trooper about it all. We explained to him that the doctor was

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-51480148790583589342008-07-15T23:23:00.002-05:002008-07-15T23:27:58.808-05:00

It's been a long few months, and this certainly isn't the kind of post that I wanted to break the silence with. However, it's 10:30 at night, and I need to let it out somewhere.Last Thursday morning, Tanner woke up and couldn't walk. We found him at the base of his bed crying because "the bed made me fall down". Since Tanner's blood sugars have been running low, I immediately took him to the

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-33640333800955180522008-06-07T23:26:00.001-05:002008-06-07T23:28:24.593-05:00

My kids don't watch a lot of TV. They are 4 years old - and the only full length movie they have ever watched completely through is Cinderella. But Disney & ABC are offering their Family Saturday Nights, and Nemo was on tonight.My kids were so excited all week that they could watch Nemo. They sat through the entire thing, and when it was over, they were so excited that they asked to call

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-11991082764482907342008-03-04T21:09:00.002-06:002008-03-04T21:52:43.731-06:00

Dear Tanner, Can you believe it's been over three years since you got rid of that Dirty Rotten Liver? I've been struggling over a week to write this letter. Three years is such a milestone in the liver transplant community. The rate of graft (liver) failure after the 3rd year drops significantly and the risk of complications drop significantly. It's like we can finally sit back, take a deep

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-65297319200107323542008-02-21T22:33:00.001-06:002008-02-21T22:34:16.685-06:00

Any ideas on what it means when Tanner says he's going to "rain fire down on (insert name here)"?I'm not sure where this comes from - but whenever someone hurts Morgan, Tanner walks around proclaiming "I'm going to rain fire on him!"

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if I chuckle when the kids talk about the Dam Road?

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We put the kids to bed tonight during the 3rd quarter of the "big" game. Now, while I usually do watch the Super Bowl for the commercials, I was forced to watch the game while icing down my knee.After the game was over, I heard Tanner still talking in his room. I went in, tucked him in, and he asked me where daddy was."Daddy is watching the football game.""He is?""Yes, the Giants won."I tucked

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Dear President Bush -I have been a long time supporter of the Bush family. I was even one of the (unpaid) staff members for your father's campaingn in 1992. Even while your poll numbers have dropped, I've still been very respectful of your choices and decisions.However - today, I am extremely frustrated and upset. Today, you came to the Mile High City to particiapte in a fundraiser for Bob

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-91366278058095794712008-01-27T20:44:00.000-06:002008-01-27T21:27:19.896-06:00

No, it's a post!I'm going back and catching up some on the last month of my life that I seem to have lost. As we've slowly unpacked, Randy & I realized today that it had been over a month since we took any pictures of the kids. So - an update on life here...Christmas. I think Christmas in the eyes of a three year old has got to be one of the better Christmases. These kids truly believed in

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-75906915351471334362008-01-10T21:56:00.000-06:002008-01-10T22:07:41.311-06:00

Yes - I'm still here. Just slowly making the transition to the new home, new office, new position, and all that jazz. Some days I think that I am doing ok...and then days like today hit and it's hard. I talked to our old neighbor today - damn, I miss them. This is the mom of the 3rd Amigo. They were there to bail us out whenever the kids became too much - and we did the same for them. We

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-81308205109776675192007-12-16T12:49:00.000-06:002007-12-16T12:59:45.032-06:00

Since many of our friends and family are scattered across this great country, we thought we'd do our Christmas Carroling a bit differently this year. We'll start out our set with one of children's favorite Christmas songs - Frosty the Snowman.Oops...guess we'll have to work on the lyrics for that song. Let's try Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer... Much better! Now we're rolling....Jingle Bells..

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For some reason, my kids have just started to get the whole concept of a "joke". Yesterday, they came home from preschool with their first official joke."Where did Tigger look for Pooh?""In the toilet!"Except Tanner forgets to hold out on the punch line....and Morgan's joke goes something more like this - "Tigger looks for Pooh in the toilet!"

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-22875347615409933742007-12-03T21:48:00.001-06:002008-11-13T01:34:32.062-06:00

We are under contract on a new home. We're excited - it's a Flip that Flopped. We know that we paid only about 7% more for the house than the current owners did. And, since then, they have finished 2100 sq ft in the basement, redone the kitchen, and redone the bathrooms. The good news is that their is relatively little to do after the move-in. We need to install ceiling fans, paint Tanner's

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-65234199299805082702007-11-18T19:49:00.000-06:002007-11-18T19:50:27.487-06:00

Setting: Just prior to naptime.Characters: Morgan, Daddy"How long do we have to take a nap for today, daddy?""Mmmmm....120 minutes.""Oooohhhh, that's a long time.... Can we take a nap for 2 hours instead?"

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Setting: Sunday after nap. Prior to nap we had explained to Tanner & Morgan that the house was going to sell.Morgan: "Mommy, I am going to be very mad at you if you sell me."

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The decision to move / sell our home wasn't an easy one. And, the actual selling of the house has been difficult. Randy has taken it really hard - and rightfully so. Our blood, sweat, and tears are in that home - quite literally. It's a home that we designed and built - and we thought we'd grow pretty darn old there.It hurts - and I have a small heartache. But, what I can't beleive tonight

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With only 9 days left on the market, our house sold yesterday. And, it sold for 97% of our listing price - so I feel like we got a good deal. Our closing date is December 27th. That's six weeks - but we also have to find and purchase a home in Denver in that time. Not to mention that I am traveling for the next 3 weeks straight (2 weeks to Denver which will help with the home purchasing stuff

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I used google today to verify something that my three-year-old was telling me. Morgan sat at the dinner table tonight and spelled her name in Sign Language. Now, I learned sign language in about 5th grade as part of my brownie troup - but I could not remember it (specifically the letter g).I can just see the show now - "Are you smarter than a 3 Year Old?"

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-44166240714673130192007-10-27T20:26:00.000-05:002007-10-27T20:29:12.710-05:00

Tanner & Morgan convinced us to make a trip to the pumpkin patch. We weren't going to since we had already done Jack-O-Laterns with Grandma, but our Jack-O-Laterns had an early demise.So, here we are at the farm that we bought our pumpkins from this morning.

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-71485506508801498312007-10-26T12:30:00.001-05:002007-10-26T12:31:03.044-05:00

Where is the strangest place you've hidden things before showing your house?I'm going with underneath the computer scanner lid....

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-27268446037140172762007-10-24T20:16:00.000-05:002007-10-24T20:20:59.064-05:00

convince your 3-1/2 year old daughter that girls don't pee standing up?Please...this has been going on for waaayyyy too long now.

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Warning: Rant ahead.I hate cell phones. Granted, they are handy at times. Say I'm in Target and I need to call my mom and see if she's been looking for something, I can make a quick call. It's handy when I'm out of town and need to stay in touch with my family. I even like the peace of mind knowing that if my kids need me, they can reach me at any time. What do I hate about cell phones? I

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-61801129094416336102007-10-07T20:26:00.000-05:002007-10-07T20:36:11.377-05:00

I had a garage sale this weekend - and it was much different than I had anticipated. I expected that the hot items would be kids clothes & toys. So not the case - but all of the household stuff is gone. That was a big relief.So, I decided to do something charitable with the clothes. We hand down Tanner's clothes to my nephew, Brayan, but we can't find anyone to hand Morgan's clothes down to.

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-48256061888383450652007-10-02T09:54:00.000-05:002007-10-02T09:59:37.102-05:00

Yesterday, Morgan came home with some scratches on her leg. She proclaimed that "Ethan did it."This morning, on the way to school - I hear Morgan & Tanner talking.Morgan: "Tanner, Ethan scratched me."Tanner: "I'm going to tell Aiden." (Aiden is his best friend at school.)Morgan: "Yeah, let's tell Aiden."Tanner: "And then I am going to spit on Ethan."WHOA. (insert sounds of screaching

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-38013391487879951442007-09-30T22:56:00.000-05:002007-09-30T23:03:50.898-05:00

Good news: We've had some interest in our house lately. We've got one couple who we believe have been here two - maybe three times - and possibly another who is interested.Bad news: You have to vacate the house when they want to tour it. 95% of the time, this will occur between 1 - 2 p.m. For those of you with toddlers, you know what time that is, right? Naptime. My solution - ICE CREAM.

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-36115378590991536202007-09-29T09:06:00.000-05:002007-09-29T09:36:26.900-05:00

One of the stark realities of being submerged into the medical world, is that we've been introduced to too many children who have left this world way too early. Liver disease isn't pretty. It's sometimes hard for me to realize that if Tanner had been born a generation ago, his odds of survial would have been around 20%. It's still hard to realize that even today, a child with Biliary Atresia

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-12437292311323008082007-09-28T22:53:00.001-05:002007-09-28T22:57:53.846-05:00

This is the conversation that Randy & I overheard tonight as the kids were enjoying the last of their bath."Tanner, do you have a sore on your penis?""No, I don't have a sore on my penis. I have a helmet." (I have no idea where he got this from...)"You have a helmet?""Yes, that is where the butterfly* bit me...and drank my blood."So, my next question - at what age do you make boy/girl twins quit

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-90224700212611830932007-09-25T20:44:00.000-05:002007-09-25T20:53:44.611-05:00

You know it can't be a good sign when the day you put your house on the market, the stock market drops over 200 points, it's the first day of school, and it's over 100 F outside. It's now been six weeks, and we've only had FOUR couples tour the house. That's disappointinly low.And, I knew it would be really, really hard to try to maintain a "show" home with two three year olds in the house.

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-16252917367099812842007-09-15T21:54:00.000-05:002007-09-15T21:59:14.958-05:00

During our Open House today, we took the kids shopping for their Halloween costumes. I was resigned to letting them pick their own costumes - and I was tickled when they actually did chose a "twin like" costume.

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-422627623102967262007-09-03T19:55:00.001-05:002007-09-03T19:55:47.506-05:00

when you hear a loud crash, screaming & crying from the boy, followed by - "I'm sorry, Tanner, I'm sorry, Tanner!"

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Tanner has a horrible fear of dogs. We think it may have stemmed from our neighbor's German Shepherd who passed away last year. This dog was wonderful with children, but her wagging tail had a habit of knocking Tanner over a time or two. So, it shouldn't of surprised us that Tanner was frightened of dogs. But, we didn't realize how terrified of them he was. When we went to Denver in July,

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"Mommy....did you know M&Ms have chocolate in them?!!!"I love this girl.

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Friday's conversation...Morgan: "Mommy, why are you wearing those shoes?" (referring to my dress shoes)"I have a meeting, honey, and mommy has to dress up and look nice. Do I look pretty today?""No.""Why not!?!?""You're not wearing pink."

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-73350985047301871872007-08-24T07:35:00.000-05:002007-08-24T07:43:01.170-05:00

The age of three is by far the WORST age we have encountered (so far). I really didn't think two was all that bad, and at least they weren't waking up through the night. It just hasn't seemed like for the last three months that both kids can be happy at any time. And, the fighting...it's enough to drive me crazy.This morning was a prime example. Tanner is always the first up - he's awake when

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-80781650962069572002007-08-22T22:07:00.000-05:002007-08-22T22:27:37.243-05:00

At least once a year, Randy & I try to take the kids to his Uncle's House to spend some time on "the farm". We managed to sneak out last year for an anniversary. At that time, the kids got to chase after the cows, and we snapped this picture. It's amazing how much the farm changes from year to year. They've had a lot of rain this year. It's much greener, the green, short vegetation you see in

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-63633368620160020612007-08-21T11:36:00.000-05:002007-08-21T11:41:26.521-05:00

We spent the weekend in Western Kansas (which is somewhat like "Upstate New York" - anything West of Kansas City is "Western Kansas"). We spent the night at Randy's Uncle & Aunt's home (also Tanner's godparents) after a cousin's wedding. This is the uncle that my husband was named after and his wonderful wife, Elaine.The kids got to spend time on the farm, sitting in the tractors and trucks,

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-58368699209495681792007-08-15T15:21:00.000-05:002007-08-15T15:23:08.468-05:00

My mother-in-law is a devout Catholic. Oftentimes when we call in the evening, Grandpa will tell Tanner & Morgan that grandma is "at church".On the way home from the grocery store on Sunday, we drove by a church. Here's how the conversation went from there:Morgan: Mommy, that's a church, Jesus lives in Church!Mommy: Yes, dear.Tanner: No, Mor-dan. Grandma lives in church.

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Umm...hi, it's me. I'm sorry, I haven't been neglecting you. You see, things have been busy. Really, really busy. Remember that whole job thing? Well, I think I finally got it figured out. As much as we really didn't like the thought of moving, the opportunity is just too good to pass up. It really came down to the fact that I can't do this job in Kansas City. I would have to go back to a

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Randy & I have debated for a long time whether or not we should put the kids in separate bedrooms. Until now, we've held off through a variety of methods that included separating them at naptime, punishment, and plain old bribery.Over the last few months, the length of time between when we put them down and when they actually went to sleep has gradually increased. As of the middle of last week,

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I've commented before on how three is worse than two (the age, not the number of children). It's only getting worse, as demonstrated by these two examples.Morgan has now decided that "I'm big now". To her, this means that she can now get out of bed by herself. Yes, for over 3 years, Randy & I have had the children convinced to NOT get out of bed unless we come into their room and tell them

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-32626398993438721102007-07-07T11:56:00.000-05:002007-07-07T11:58:58.042-05:00

My husband just got a letter in the mail from a small school district in Western Kansas. The letter reads:Dear Mr. ____, The special education records for your child, Corey, are no longer needed by the (Uniform School District). The physical destruction of these records will take place after 40 days. You have a right to a copy of the data within the records.I think he's got some explaining to

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-46949060244473781452007-07-06T08:45:00.001-05:002007-07-06T08:48:52.674-05:00

Well, I think the roles in our family have been pretty well set. And, watching them the last few days have only confirmed our suspicions. Morgan is our leader. When in a classroom setting, she always wants to make the teacher happy. She's the first in line, and hangs on the teacher's every word. She's going to be the kid who asks the teacher for homework. Tanner is going to be the class

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-2245549052166210812007-07-02T22:24:00.001-05:002007-07-02T22:25:37.881-05:00

Doesn't that just look absolutely painful? No, she didn't real beat another child up, but Morgan had a brawl with the sidewalk at daycare today. I have to admit that I'm cringing whenever I look at her right now. I'm going to go take some Tylenol now...

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Well, while nothing is set in stone yet, I have agreed to go to Denver for 3 days to check out the locatin - cost of housing, daycare, etc - and see if we decide that our family is ready to relocate. It's a difficult decision, but what really ties us to Kansas City is our home. Randy & I built this home with our blood, sweat, and tears - and leaving that behind is difficult. We have nearly two

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-45132613347651926362007-06-29T22:12:00.001-05:002007-06-29T22:14:32.568-05:00

Tonight Morgan was sitting on the floor when she said, "Morgan is spelled M-O-R-G-A-N"I asked her to repeat it because I was quite astonished..."M-O-R-G-A...b - c - d - e - f - g - h - i - j - k - l - m -N!"Well, mostly right...

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-36516989610136501672007-06-25T20:51:00.000-05:002007-06-25T20:57:17.897-05:00

I've talked several times about the upcoming change in my career path...it seems to finally be coming to a head.I received this e-mail from my boss this evening: I need to talk with you tomorrow about what we have come up with for you. Its all good as far as I am concerned.I think Randy is more anxious to know what the outcome is than I am...I don't know if I want to know...denial can be a good

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-78739972741401363412007-06-24T20:00:00.000-05:002007-06-24T20:15:14.774-05:00

We often underestimate what the boy understands, and then he will suddenly astound us with his knowledge.Tonight, as usual, I was putting the kids in their pajamas. Our kids bedrooms are in the basement of the house, so it's cool, and we always dress them in long sleeves. I chose their Christmas pajamas from last year - one says I Love Mommy & one says I Love Daddy.I asked Morgan, "What do your

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-68989825069895257192007-06-16T22:32:00.000-05:002007-06-16T22:33:48.934-05:00

I think Morgan's song may have been out done by a liver friend of ours. This child is not a native English speaker but is taking English in his preschool class. He came home singing about the Itchy Bitchy Spider.

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SometimesOftentimes, Randy & I regret some of the things that we teach our kids. Last night was one of those times.We've taught the kids bits and pieces of different songs. One of their favorites is this one. Except, since we didn't want to teach the kids the word booty, we would substitue other things...leg, arm, you name it.Last night, as I was helping Tanner on the potty (you know where

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-18836829823596214352007-06-12T11:02:00.000-05:002007-06-12T11:05:52.799-05:00

I don't know where Tanner has come up with it lately, but he's taken to calling daddy "Lola". And, he knows it's funny. He'll come up and start talking to "Looo-la" and then start giggling so much that he can't continue. Morgan has quite a few lately."Mommy, there's a flea!" "Honey, that's not a flea, it's a fly""No, mommy, that's a flea.""Morgan, let me wipe your nose it's running.""My nose

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-72621303971154248042007-06-09T15:04:00.000-05:002007-06-09T15:07:05.593-05:00

You know how they give people a chance to "pre-board" when flying - people who need additional time to get down the jetway or with small children?Is it just me, or do these people always take the first rows of seats in an airplane?And, shouldn't they offer a "post-board"? If you need extra time to get on the plane and all the people have to wait for you, shouldn't you have to wait until all of

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-12939869662179667312007-05-25T08:07:00.000-05:002007-05-25T08:49:21.084-05:00

The last few days have been hard...for several reasons. I am still really worried about my very little nephew. He continues to have a lot of breathing problems and had a PDA to complicate things. I guess there was a little part of me that said "oh, he's a 29-weeker, he'll do just fine". After all, the survival rate for 29-weekers is a whopping 92%. Yeah, I know - 92% isn't that great,

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-65435892601205569722007-05-19T21:57:00.000-05:002007-05-19T22:07:06.284-05:00

Last night, we welcomed the newest member to my family - my nephew, Brayan Donald. I have been so excited that my "little" brother and sister-in-law were expecting. My sistter-in-law had the perfect pregnancy - she was working, and things were going very well.And then...yesterday morning at work, her water broke and she went into active labor. They werent' able to stop her contractions, and

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-34440362433833136452007-05-13T11:25:00.000-05:002007-05-13T11:27:01.101-05:00

We've been working with Tanner & Morgan to use their manners. To us, this includes saying "Please" and "Thank you".Today, Tanner came up to me and asked: "Mommy, can you help me?""Tanner, I need to hear the Magic Word""Meeska....Mooska...Mickey Mouse"Ok - not those magic words.

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-63115155371193300132007-05-07T20:34:00.000-05:002007-05-07T20:44:02.935-05:00

The Bad Guys have invaded our home. I'm not exactly sure where they came from, how they got in, or where they stay, but our kids are convinced they are here...they are everywhere. In the closet, behind the curtain at the photography studio on Saturday, any time lights are turned out...At first, I thought this might be a new ploy to get us to stall out bedtime. But whenever I go downstairs to

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-43216499333963301842007-05-04T22:00:00.000-05:002007-05-04T22:06:55.475-05:00

The kids turned three, and we decided it was time to enforce some tough love. That's right - pottytraining, cold turkey!Well, not completely cold turkey. Morgan has done well with the potty training thing for quite some time. She recently (and gratefully) mastered pooping in the potty. However, she LOVES her Pull-Ups and would prefer to wear those over regular underwear anyday. So for her,

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"Morgan, you can't pee standing up!""Why, Daddy?""You're a setter, not a pointer. Girls must sit to pee." (Said in a somewhat flustered voice)"Why, Daddy?"This is the third time we've caught Morgan standing to pee in the last 4 days. We have stools strategically placed at the base of the toilet - she will stand on those and then lean forward and put her hands on the top of the toilet lid.

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-20118700343052669742007-04-30T21:49:00.000-05:002007-04-30T21:53:56.135-05:00

For the last three years, I've been carrying around all the extra "baby" weight. Nevermind the fact that I'm actually heavier than I was the day I delivered my twins. Yes, I know...I'm a stress eater. Do you know what the last three years have been like for me?Pre-babies, I joined Weight Watchers and a gym - worked out and lost 57 pounds. I felt MARVELOUS. I even kept it off for quite some

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-63025541057282312122007-04-29T20:45:00.000-05:002007-04-29T22:07:54.967-05:00

Dear Tanner & Morgan - Happy Third Birthday! I can't believe that you are turning three tomorrow. It just doesn't seem like enough time has elapsed that my itsy bitsy babies have become full-fledged little kids. Tonight, we weighed you - like we have every 3rd or 4th night since birth (some habits die hard). You weighed in at 27 lb 5 oz (Tanner) and 27 lb 7 oz (Morgan). This is over 12 times

Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784762797071642899noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025943.post-14487474805335390412007-04-22T21:32:00.000-05:002007-04-22T21:38:19.562-05:00

We are home from Disney and slowing getting things unpacked and put away. I'm on load 6 of 8 for laundry. I even snuck in a quick trip to Target to pick up a few necessities. We're headed out again on Friday for a wedding, so no need to stock the house just yet.It's good to be back in our own beds, but the kids have been heartbreaking. A sample of our conversations:Morgan: "Mommy, I don't

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As today drew to a close, Morgan walked hand-in-hand with Daddy down the hallway singing “It’s a Small World After All…”We finished today in good style. We started by taking an alternate route to the Magic Kingdom (via Epcot). We wanted to see what would be required when we went from Magic Kingdom to Epcot for dinner, and it also gave us the opportunity to ride in the front of the monorail.

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