PLAYROOM... is it for the kids or for me?

Everyone has one. A closet, drawer, or a room that collects all your junk that you just can't throw away. That was our guest room. When the idea arose to make that room our play room, I was excited by the thought of having my living room back. Then the fear set in. I had no idea what to do with all the stuff, it was like the land for misfit toys. I quickly decided to forget the idea of a playroom. Then one night, on a two o'clock in the morning journey across the house because one of the kids lost their pacifier, I stepped on a toy. I had ENOUGH! That weekend my parents kept the kids. Clinton and I worked to decide what would stay and what would go. It only took two days, but we finally had a place for all those toys. I now know that it was the best decision we ever made. I can now walk through the house completely undetected, usually for only five minutes, but I've learned to get a lot done in that time. I love to sit and listen to them giggle and play. It's not always giggles, but I know they wouldn't know what to do without each other.

I also added some pictures from the snow day we had. Enjoy!

Letting go...

I learned today that my son has no fear and I'm full of it. We recently inherited a Thomas train table, finally something sturdy for the kids to pull up on. Normally Tristan pulls up and plays then sets down. Today he decided to let go when I was across the room. He didn't fall, he actually stood there with his arms held out and a big smile on his face. While he was having fun and I was having a heart attack I realized he was growing up, and letting go of the table was the first step. I guess my lesson for the day is everytime he lets go I need to let him go to explore and learn. I guess I should get intouch with my fearless side, but I fear I've replaced it with motherhood.

10 Months and Counting!

I'm sitting here while the kids are napping reflecting on how far we have come. I got a little nostalgic this week and pulled out all of my pregnant pics and there NICU pics. First of all I can't believe how large I got, and that I'm left with anything that resembles a normal looking body. Believe me I had my doubts toward the end of my pregnancy. When I see how small they were with all the tubes, I think about how lucky we are to have them. I can't believe it has been 10 months. I have started planning there first birthday party, even if Clinton thinks it's a little soon. From the looks of my scrapbook table and my cricut machine smoking I'm sure I'm going overboard. I can't imagine what month 10 has in store for us, because 9 months was huge. Tristan crawled for three days and is now trying to pull up on everything unstable in our living room. Reagan has perfected her high pitch scream, and crawling backwards. Tristan tries to help by bringing her the toys she is trying so hard to reach. Every new thing they learn poses new challenges for me, but I love watching them learn. They make me proud everyday. I'm so lucky!