Crazy Life!

Ian put it best when we showed up to Grandma and Grandpa Whitakers house not too long ago. He rang the door bell and when asked who was there Ian replied, "It's us Ian and Joel, Elise, Elliot, Mommy and Daddy." "yep, we're busy, but it's true life." He really sounded like the intro to a reality show.

That's how things are around here. "busy, by true life." When we found out we were having twins we knew it wasn't going to be easy. You really can't truly understand all the logistics of it until you're in the thick of it. Elise and Elliot are now 8 months old and we're still just barely keeping our heads above water. I read that the first year with twins would be hard, but I really thought people must be exaggerating. They weren't. I'm assuming by the time they are walking well on their own things will settle down some. I'm not saying it will be smooth sailing, but maybe I'll have some time to clean a little and go to the bathroom once in a while.

When they were infants they nursed more often and couldn't entertain themselves at all and they were floppy, thus hard to carry at the same time. Now, they entertain themselves too well by getting into everything and they want me to find time to feed them solid food and nurse them all the time. Of course I also have two lovely older boys who need my attention as well. It's nice out now so Ian and Joel get to spend a lot of time outside. This is good and bad. They get messy outside and need changing and cleaning and they track in all sorts of nature all over the floors that the babies crawl all over. Ian and Joel also have a desire to be fed every couple hours.

We are not the biggest family by far. We also are not the first family to have twins. So, I'm pretty sure we will survive. I also know how incredibly blessed we are. I know how to count my blessings and I thank my God hourly for all he's given me. I get to spend my days getting tiny hugs and sloppy kisses. I get to see the world through the eyes of my incredibly bright 5 year old. I get several good chuckles and a belly laugh or two daily over something Joel says and does. Every time I look at one of these four little faces I get a glimpse of my Heavenly Father.

I miss a clean house, but not as much as I would miss these moments.