7 month/25 month newsletter.

Dear Park and Jack,
SEVEN MONTHS OLD.
Ridiculousness.
A. we all have survived.
2. HOW?

You both are just more and more precious as the days go by. Usually happy as little clams. Both of you are getting so much hair that is really starting to stand straight up on your head just like Owen's used too. Jack more than Parker but its getting to be close. Jack- you're winning the teeth race with your 2 bottoms and 2 tops with a 3rd top right tooth aggravating you to death. You have no idea what to do with all of these teeth and you're making hysterical faces that resemble a precious little chipmunk. Your smile is now even different. Park- you're still going strong with only your 2 bottoms but something somewhere must be on the verge of explosion because YOU PUT ANY AND ALL THINGS in your mouth. All objects, your highchair tray, my shoulders and hair, your brother's limbs if you can find one... Thank God that He doesn't allow anyone to recall their days of teething because seriously- its wretched.

In other news, both of you are still content as the day is long to remain in your earthworm state of rolling and rolling and rolling. Noooo one feels like sitting. You can stay up for a couple seconds but its all wobbly with an inevitable crash landing. This is no good for your father and I... and we'd appreciate it if we could just plop your tails down on the ground instead of finding one of the sixteen daycare items that have taken over our house. 2 bouncers, a swing, an exersaucer, a jumperoo, 2 bumbos, 2 highchairs, and a walker. Really? LEARN TO SIT. Thanks love ya.

You're both saying Dadadadada... SO SO SO PRECIOUS. And last week you started with some other syllables.. I've heard a couple Nanana's when you're hungry. I think I heard a Baba somewhere also. Just adorable.
Of course no Mama. But I'm not upset about it don't worry. I hear it all the live long day from big bro.

Yall love to be tickled and we are just adoring how much you both love to laugh and grab our faces and plant your own faces on ours.
YOU LOVE EACH OTHER. Whenever you catch each others eyes, you both smile and laugh like the other one is the greatest thing you've ever laid eyes on. And its adorable. Yall love to laugh at your big brother when he's being sweet and trying to make yall giggle. Unfortunately he adores yall to the point of pain... and sometimes its a little rough. But Dad and I are trying hard to keep him from riding yall like horses, poking your eyes out, sticking his entire fists in your mouths, or belly flopping on top of you. But seeing as how he's a fast little booger, sometimes this cannot be avoided. And I do apologize. Remember this now and forever... Dad and I are outnumbered... there's only so much we can do!!

Oh this just in: YALL ARE EATING US OUT OF HOUSE AND HOME. You two are little starved gremlins who sit in your highchairs as though each meal should consist of a thanksgiving feast and grunt and groan and pout when the spoon is taken out of your mouths because it cannot possibly be shoved in there fast enough. For God's sake men! Wanna know how much yall eat? Ok here we go:
Boob upon arising.
Oatmeal and fruit for breakfast.
Boob for nap.
Boob when you get up from a nap.
Rice/fruit for lunch. and then you split another fruit because you're still grumpy and want more.
Boob for nap.
Boob when you get up from a nap.
Rice/veggie and split a fruit for dinner.
Boob for bed.
OH AND THERE ARE TWO OF YALL. So double it up team.
Are yall serious?
You're only seven months old.
Your father and I are already wondering how many gallons of milk this house is going to consume when yall are in high school. Ok I can't go there at this time.

Anywhooooo. None of that matters.
What matters is that your mother loves both of you so much more as each minute goes by. I live with constant guilt that I can't hold all of you all day long but guess what? There's only one of me. And three of yall. So there's that... but I can still feel guilty because I wish I could just snuggle with all of you all the time.

Oh and guess what else, I just finished TEN miserable days of pumping and dumping because I had to take antibiotics and your Dad and I were up to our eyeballs with formula, and bottles, and trashbags full of vomit-inducing diapers full of formula poo... But we all survived. And both of yall were back on the boob like you hadn't missed a beat. I told Daddy I would never complain about nursing ever again because I missed it terribly and it is so much easier than 230948 bottles a day not to mention yall like it so much more. YAY TATA's!!!!!!!!!!!! God didn't give women boobs for any other reason. Remember that later my little gentlemen.

Dear Owen,
HOLY MOLY YOU ARE THE CUTEST 2 YEAR OLD ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET.
You're just turning into more of a little person every single day.
You love being ALL OVER your brothers and it's not your fault that your molars are coming in and you want to chew on them. We're not holding that against you at this point.
Yesterday you said your very first nursery rhyme in its entirety:
Wee Willie Winkie ran through the town
Upstairs Downstairs in his nightgown
Rapping at the windows, Glaring through the locks
Are the children in their beds? For its 8 o'clock.
Yep you said all of it. It's on video. I ALMOST DIED it was so precious.
More and more you're saying complete sentences and its just amazing to both of us. You're so happy to get up in the morning... you love saying Good Morning to everybody. You're such a helper boy with me all day long. You're really getting to be more independent playing with your books, and trucks, and puzzles, and blocks. You're super into trucks/cars/buses... especially diggers! You LOVE animals and play with your big pals Edgar the elephant and Gorilla a loT. Lately you like to read them books and last week you got into sitting them right next to each other in different places all over the house and saying, Look Mommy, they love each other! Its hilarious. You love LOVE LOVE Mike the Tiger and we go visit him as much as possible and you tell everyone, "We sawed him. He's so lazy. Sits in the corner". You actually think every tiger you see is Mike. And you get so excited. You love being outside and running around like a crazy man. You love the zoo and the park and any and all playgrounds. And you are so dang smart! You remember so many things that we are just blown away sometimes.
You're just now into Sesame Street and beg to have it on at all times even if you're not paying attention whatsoever. You never saw a single second of TV in your first 2 years of life. I was so proud of this accomplishment. But the fact remains, the more kids you have.. the lower your standards become. Sad but true my boy... sad but true..

Anyway... we love you so so so so so much and as crazy and insane and out of all control as things tend of get on occasion... all it takes is one single second of you doing something so adorable that Daddy and I look at each other and know we could not imagine our lives without the three of you. Although we do look upon those faint memories with fondness... HA. Only kidding boys.

Dear Daddy,
I would be nothing without you. You make everything better. All the time. Thank you for putting all of us first. There is no one more wonderfully made anywhere on earth. I love you more every day.

Dear Self,
Hey so you're still alive. Thumbs up!
Keep on keepin on. How about you not forget to take care of yourself every now and again?
How about you go to gym a little more often since you're paying for it, even if it puts big daddy in a little bit of a bind? How about you stick to Weight Watchers for the 789th attempt? All of this would be good. Don't worry self, you won't be stuck in your house forever. One day these three gorgeous amazing children will be manageable in public and you will see the light of day again. Remember what Barbara Bush told you, long days... short years. One day all of these boys will think you're the most ridiculously embarrassing human on earth and they will pretend they don't need you... lap up this time while all three of them are constantly on top of you because one day you will miss it.
Peace out.