Birthday Boys

Their own number "3's."  I'm adamant about them being individuals:)

It's been three years now since Kevin and I were thrown into the world of multiples... and today we celebrated the cute little boys who have forever made this house loud (and fun).  We went low key this year, opting out of a big birthday bash splurge, since we did just have a lot of excitement with having a baby.  But the boys didn't seem to care.  They got a visit from cool uncle Andy, Kevin bought them a wall mounted car track, and I made them smile for pictures until they were so confused they started begging for a "cheese cookie." 

But the biggest excitement of the week actually happens tomorrow.  We re-enrolled the boys in preschool, once I realized that I am indeed, no supermom.  And I would like some time for myself on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, from 8:20 to 11:20.  Harry and I need some more snuggle time since the 3am feedings just aren't enough.  They have a 2 week trial run, to see if they mesh well with the class, and if they pass, they can stay the rest of the year.  So I have been busy lecturing Jack that he shouldn't hit the teacher, and helping Charlie understand that if he picks his nose, he may not have friends who share toys with him. Here's hoping they pass, because the thought of walking around Target with only one baby is almost too good to be true.

Looking back, it's been 3 very busy, but great years. Twins are double the trouble, but double the fun.  They really are best buds, and I even think that in their more "mature" age, there is now more laughing than tears.  So I will say again what I will say every year for the rest of my life;   We survived another year...  Praise the Lord.   We love you boys, Happy Birthday!

My annual "let's see how many years I will be able to hold them" picture



Even Harry got a party hat, but sadly, no cake