I love Halloween and my favorite part is coming up with costumes. Dave gets annoyed because starting just about in February I start thinking of Halloween costumes and asking his approval. Of course the costumes change month to month and come October week to week. This year however my mind was on two other little things so the costume ideas weren't flowing. About a week before Halloween while watching the latest episode of Smallville I decided the Clark Kent and Lois Lane costumes were are best bet. They were easy and had NO face paint. Dave and I won't do face paint anymore after some face meltdowns in prior years. The costumes weren't great but this is what we got.



Dave came up with this so other party goers didn't think I mistook the Halloween party for church.



Our kryptonite for that night was knowing there were two little babies terrorizing their awesome Aunt Maria who was babysitting.

The babies decided partying isn't their style so they just dressed up on Halloween in these little numbers but just stayed home and passed out candy.

Jillian


Norah


In order, Norah and Jill

The girls' actual due date was October 8th, last week. I think I would have literally exploded and died if I were pregnant those last 5 weeks. Thank goodness the girls decided to not make me suffer too much and came early. This past week they finally outgrew their premie clothes and fit into the newborn size, so with size they meet their actual due date. I swore I never would be a mom that was sad to see their "babies" get older but I am sad to see the tiny premie size gone.

Now about blogging, I also swore I wouldn't post about my children every post. I will try to blog and live by that but as of today I realized I hadn't posted since their birth. Being the proud mom I am, I wanted to post some pics of my twins. Unfortunately my battery in my camera ran out so some of these ghetto pics are from my hubbies iphone.

Happy "due date" birthday to my girly girls!


JILLIAN



4 WEEKS OLD



NORAH LOVES TO BE BY JILL. AS SEEN, JILL COULDN'T CARE LESS TO BE BY HER AND ALWAYS TRIES TO SQUIRM AWAY.


DAVE AND THE GIRLS (JILLIAN, LEFT AND NORAH, RIGHT)


NORAH, 5 WEEKS OLD


JILL, 5 WEEKS OLD


THE GIRLS, 5 WEEKS OLD

From when I can remember I always thought that when I got married there would be a difference in me. I am not sure if I thought that meant I would automatically be a domestic goddess or a cheesy Relief Society President. I did think something would change in me though. As magical as it was, my wedding day came and went. With the marriage didn't come the change in me. I still didn't know how to cook anything except microwaving a hotdog. I didn't automatically convert my music preference to the Motab. I still loved to roll my eyes and loved to be sarcastic. It was weird, I was still me.

It dawned on me about a year into marriage, Dave married me. He didn't marry the domestic goddess or the cheesy Relief Society President I thought I would automatically be. He loved me for me and didn't care and probably didn't want me to be what I thought I would turn into.



For me deciding to have children was a bigger leap of faith than to get married. It was scary for me, especially after six comfortable years of marriage. Then when I wanted a child and got children and I cried when I found out. How was I supposed to take care of two babies? From what I learned when I got married is that even though a life changing event happens to you, you don't change. You are still you.

I have been asked multiple times in the past week how I feel now being a mother. I already knew how to love so that didn't change. It's just a little stronger and a little more instant. I already knew that I was no domestic goddess and it wouldn't be easy for me to take care of two babies. I already knew that me and Dave's spontaneous nights of sushi and the movies would become a strict schedule of changing diapers and feeding milk to two needy things. My expectations were real this time.

With this major event in my life I already knew I would stay me. Being a mother is being me but now I have a respectable title and I get a day in honor of me. Also I now absolutely and unconditionally love two little things that I didn't before.



Being a mother is exactly what I expected. I expected me.

Two premature babies in the night



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prepping six fresh bottles

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Six feedings



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Six different burpings

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Four poopy diapers (three thanks to Jill)

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Three more juicy wet ones

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Two outfit changes

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about eight wake up calls for a binkie

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Four more wake up calls for some snuggling

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Two runs to the bathroom for mom in between needy babies

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Two happy babies at 6:00 in the morning and one tired new mom with some crazy hair.

Dave and I welcomed Jillian and Norah yesterday, on Labor Day! Norah is 4 lbs 13 oz and Jill is the heavyweight, weighing in at 4lbs 15 oz. I was able to push the girls out in 11 minutes flat so they don't have too bad of cone heads. HOORAY!

Let me just say that not even 24 hours into this I realize I am already a dairy farm but don't care.

I promised a picture so here it is. Needless to say I am ready for these girls to be out.

I have been asked multiple times if I have had random people at the grocery store feel my pregnant belly up. My answer to that is, not really, amazingly. I don't know if it's because people are finally starting to get some manners or I just give off the freak show vibe instead. I would say it's the latter. With that said, I have been getting some odd comments though that are so off the wall that I can't possibly be offended.

For instance, the other day at the grocery store I had a man ask me if my belly was real or if it was a fake. And as he said it he laughed like a shy nervous hiena. Seriously? Did he think I was smuggling watermelons out of the store under my shirt? I explained the freak show under my shirt wasn't a large watermelon but twins girls. All I got after that from him was a "wow".

I also get a lot of these looks while in public.



When I see those faces I just pretend I am a celebrity and imagine the people are just starstruck as I waddle myself by. It makes me feel important!

Best one is yesterday, while making my usual mosey around Target trip, a girl stopped me and said she never asks girls about their pregnancies and knows better but she had to ask if I was having twins. Right on the mark, bingo! She didn't think my belly was fake! Normal question, right? It was until she said she had to ask because when she had her twins her belly was just as "misshapen and freakish" as mine was so she just had to know. At that moment I realized I was no celebrity strutting around but was a little more similar to this guy.



Baby Ruth?


By the way, I will take a picture this week sometime and post it of me aka Sloth.