When we got home from the hospital, Anderson was unbelievably fussy. I've never seen him so irritable. Not even when he had RSV. Not even when he had bad reflux. Parents of reflux kids, that should give you some kind of description. The only way I could keep him kind of happy was in the bath tub. He stayed nice and prune-like for several days.
After about 5 days of recuperating, Adam's parents offered to watch our herd and let us take a couple of days for ourselves and just be. We went to Destin with the snowbirds. It was actually kind of fun to be the only people there. It weird to see it so deserted. I won't bother you with all the iPhone photos that I took. I will just post the one of us that I took with my camera.
In case you can't tell, I really love bath photos.
I also love food face photos.
Benson was sad the lasagna was gone. Chunky cheeks likes his food.
We took Jackson to the Mardi Gras Parade in Hattiesburg last week. Adam got him this "lightsaber" and immediately he was a Jedi. As you can see from the pictures, everyone in the background is turned in a completely different direction. That's what I love about children...doing their own thing. He was a Jedi for the rest of the night. Who knows what evil was lurking behind the next corner.
Happy Valentine's Day
From my herd :)
Kimberly (and anyone else who has had one of those days), I can tell you this...my house looks like Fisher Price and Little Tikes threw up all over it. And possibly my washing machine exploded and I never bothered to clean it up. Maybe the dish washer too. I might even admit that the yoga pants I wear all the time are maternity pants...maybe. In my defense, I wash them in hot water and they shrank. Whatever, that just makes me feel a little better about it. When I make the twins bottles, even now (10 months later, there are still times where I forget to put the drop-in in it and pour the formula in and spill it all over the counter. I will admit that I am sad when Jackson doesn't want to watch Olivia. I will do ANYTHING to keep Jackson quiet. And if Jackson isn't in the bathroom with me, it's one of the dogs. Anderson won't eat baby food from Adam...he actually shakes his "no" at him, looks at me and laughs, little rotten thing. He fusses, too, if Adam continues. Oh...did I mention there is crap EVERYWHERE?
But, I do love my herd.













































































