Happy Birthday, Twins!

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Yup. That’s pretty much how I feel.

Today is the twins’ birthday. It’s been the fastest year ever. Wasn’t I just pregnant with them? I thought so.

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Both of the girls continue to amaze me every day. We celebrate them today, and look forward to many more milestones.

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Girls, Mama loves you. xoxo xoxo

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Photo: laurierphotography.com

Twins: 11 Months

Nope. There is NO WAY the twins are 11 months old. Right?


Oh, Ava and Isla. You are both so beautiful, so full of life and love. You turning 11 months is bittersweet. Mama and Daddy are going to miss the baby stage.

Baby B, let’s start with some fun facts about you. Isla. IJ. Joy Joy. You know your name. And even more, you know NO and how to giggle just right when you’re about to get in trouble.

You’re standing without assistance. This is a bug out because you are the smallest in weight (about 15 pounds). You use your teeth to actually eat. Less milk (boo!) and more things like fruit and crackers. (By the way, you’re getting two more top teeth and haven’t bit Mama in awhile. Thank you!)

As for words…you’ve got your own way of telling us what you want (or don’t like bye Boob!). You think the dogs are kittens but you do know “dow” and “dee” are your buddies. And smart?!?!? For the love!!! You took a stuffed elephant and pointed to your wall ellie and said that. How awesome.

And you love all of us so very much even though you appear to be the most independent of all four kiddos. (You’ve gotten very used to “solitary confinement” for wrestling your sissy!)

And Baby A….our Ava. Gracie. So loving. You are our smiler. A tiny dimple that shows pretty much 24/7. Somehow, we worked together to bring you up to almost 16 pounds! No more 1%ile. You love eating (and always have)…now it’s catching up. I could kiss your tiny baby rolls all day long.

You prefer army crawling and pilates to most other movement, but you aren’t far behind Isla. Speaking of movement, when you get super happy about things, you thrust and giggle. It’s clear you are content!

As for words, you’ve honed in on some favorites (Daddy, Mom, eat) and have a few baby signs that you taught yourself (mostly milk and pouch). You’re a fan of all foods, but get outta your way if there is mama milk or yogurt puffs to be had. “Ing!”, you scream.

Girls. In the last 11 months, you’ve changed and grown so much. What felt like forever waiting for you has turned into a long nap and boom it’s time to plan your 1st birthday party. How?

9 Months

It can’t get any more real than this, can it? My babies are 9 months old. (Hint, it can. And it does. Just wait for tomorrow…)

While this picture it’s pinterestperfect, it’s pretty darn spectacular. Ava and Isla are both sitting up, crawling, babbling (primarily in their twin code), and eating anything they can get their hands on. I can tell all of that just from the photo (see Isla’s red knee?) Just ignore the baby food on the carpet and Ava’s socks. 😉 

9 months


But…what you might not be able to tell from my angle is that Isla is 1.5 inches taller than Ava and has a larger head. Ava, the dear one who gave us so many worries with her weight, weighs about half a pound more than Isla. Both continue to be small for their age, growing on their own curve, but growing. As twins, and Willis’ kids, tend to do.

Both Greg and I are pretty impressed with our girls. Unfortunately, Arianna beat them all at the walking thing, but they still have four months to go before they are the age Evan walked (13 months). Anyone want to guess who might be first? Or how soon? I’ll just be over here not thinking about the fact that college is basically right around the corner, mmmkay? 

Seriously though, I have to thank all of you for your prayers, love and support as these two grew (both inside and out). I’m constantly amazed at how awesome they are…and am still pinching myself that they’re ours. xoxo

38 Weeks: The Outside Version

The twins have now been on the outside for longer than they were inside.

It’s incredible to think about how quickly they have grown and become two amazing blessings. Time’s flown so much that I’m not sure I’ve shared with you that…


  • Has started to crawl. She still prefers belly rolls and army crawls to anything else.
  • Said her first word, Isla, a few weeks back.
  • Weighs more than Isla (what?).
  • Is still attached to her (self-named) “Neeny” (aka “LaLa”). So much so that it stinks and when we wash it and try to trick her with Isla’s giraffe, she gets upset. It’s starting to come apart, so a new one is in order. Wish us luck.
  • Is wearing 9 month clothes.
  • Is still the quiet one (are we surprised).


  • Needs baby gates. She is crawling all over and has been known to do down dogs. The day of pulling herself up is fast approaching.
  • Says lots of words, but still prefers Dada to any other word. Especially when Mama is mean and is paying attention to that other baby.
  • Tries to get into Ava’s crib. Or at the least, pull her blankets and toys off of her.
  • Is wearing 9 month clothes.
  • Squawks. We’re not sure if she is part dinosaur, seagull, or parrot, but she’s s squawker.

Thirty-eight weeks. I can’t even comprehend it. It’s about time to start planning their first birthday party, huh? Sigh. They warned me this would happen, but even as a third-time mom, I didn’t believe them.

Happy 38 weeks (plus a few days), girls. xoxo


Twin Tip Tuesday: Cut Them Nails

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Welcome to Twin Tip Tuesdaya brand new feature to help all you twin (+) parents with raising happy & healthy twins! Have a must-have for twin parenting? Let me know!

Isla, our youngest twin, was born with crazy long nails. Our pediatrician suggested not to cut the twins’ nails when they were newborns because cutting the nails actually cuts tender baby skin. Ouch!

The time has come to start cutting them, though. Ava has a fascination with her sister’s hands. Isla has a fascination with her sister’s face and mommy’s chest. The scratches Ava and I endure day in and day out had to stop. BabyComfyNail actually came my way at just the right time to put an end to our misery!

babycomfynailA single-blade makes cutting baby’s nails fast and easy. There’s a plastic part that pushes back that tender baby skin and just one blade to clip baby’s nail. I tested it out on my nails first, and got a little worried. My nails are kind of thick, so it didn’t clip as nicely as I hoped. The only thing left to do was to try it on my baby and see if it lived up to my expectations, so of course, I did the motherly thing and “attacked” when she was sleepy. 20150807_192658

I got the eyeballs, but I didn’t get the tears because BabyComfyNail did the job! Isla now has safe nails…and Mama has a line of defense against her big brother’s nails, too!

Isla’s nails BEFORE BabyComfyNail!

This baby product is definitely a must for parents of twins because it simplifies the nail cutting process with ergonomic design and efficiency. This equals more time to cut BOTH babies’ nails!

You can find BabyComfyNail at BabyComfyCare.com for $14.99.

Sister’s Day 2015

This year Sister’s Day also happens to be Ava and Isla’s 4 month birthday.


Not too much has changed since they turned three months, except maybe more smiles and laughs, some more rolling over, and the knowledge of each other.

Yup, in time for Sister’s Day, the twins realized the other baby isn’t a mirror or a playdate. She’s her sister. Ava, especially, has a thing for wanting to love on Isla and “talk” to her. I hope this never changes.

I wasn’t blessed with a blood sister, but am pretty glad my kids have their sisters. The sisters given to me by marriage and choice are pretty awesome, but there has to be something nice about growing up with a sister. While not all siblings I know get along as adults, it still won’t change that bond.

Girls, happy 4 months and Sister’s Day!

The Twins: 13 Weeks or 3 Months


Our girls are growing way too fast. Yesterday was 13 weeks. It was also 3 months.

Both are smiling and laughing. They recognize their names and know Mama from Daddy and how to get exactly what they want from each of us.

Ava rolled over for the first time on Tuesday, and Grandma said Isla did the same on Wednesday.


They eat every 2 or 3 hours, still mama’s milk. Weight is around 9 pounds, slow gainers but happy girls.

They wear 0-3 month clothes, cloth diapers during the day, and disposables at night. We soon will be able to put them in 3-6 months!

Pacifiers are slowly being replaced by the middle fingers, Ava also likes her thumb.

Ava is trying to stand when held, she can support all her weight with no problem and has stood against the side of her crib with Daddy’s help and watchful eye. Isla likes sitting, she’s ready for the Bumbo for watching shows with the big kids. (Don’t get in her way, you’re a better door than a window.)


Ava calls her paci LaLa, so we named Isla’s Key Key. They know what this means, too.

Both ninja out of sleep sacks and swaddles, but stay sleeping. Yeah, we have those babies who sleep through the night. Isla does best when listening to “Tiny Dancer” just before bed, but Ava could care less.

Girls, you are growing way too fast. Can’t we pause time?

Every Drop

Today I am breathing a sigh of relief. Every drop of liquid that the twins have had in their lives so far has been Mama’s Liquid Gold. Two months of Mommy’s Yummies. I feel like every breastfeeding milestone is worth celebrating, don’t you?

When we first started out on our breastfeeding journey, I’ll admit, I was scared. Frankly, breastfeeding was the thing that scared me most about getting pregnant with twins. How on earth was I going to do it? I really had no idea, so I did my research (thank you, Google) and joined some tandem breastfeeding groups on Facebook. But I was still scared.

It didn’t help when I faced walls early on in our journey. Between being told that we needed to use formula (by nurses at the women’s hospital where I delivered) to hearing the girls were slow growers, I thought I’d lose it. I literally put my heart and soul in making sure my girls were going to get every drop of milk I had for them, and nothing else (unless their health was at risk, which was never the case).

But then after the pain of the c-section wore off (and I got used to my healing process from the incision re-opening) and we were told the doctor was happy with their growth…we hit a stride. I felt like I was flying. Super Mama, feeding her girls exactly what they needed, when they needed it. And often, that’s been in the middle of the night // every 45 minutes during cluster feeds // when I just get out of the shower and swear I have nothing in me to give. But every time, every drop has helped my girls grow. That feels pretty damn awesome, thank you. 

When I look back at my breastfeeding journeys with the other kids, neither compare. I had very little support when it came to Arianna (because most of my family was in PA) and she had her milk intolerance issues. Evan was a champ in his own right, but let me be honest that he was a greedy feeder and it often hurt more than I’d like to admit.

But with the girls? Being natural ‘lil eaters since the beginning has formed a bond I cannot find words to explain. When I get ready to feed them, I honestly get butterflies because what we are experiencing together is so special and unique.

Sure, it’s been hard. Rightfully so. When you share your body with not just one but two other humans, it gets a little stressful. Add to it, needing to heal and care for two big kids, too. But that still doesn’t take away from the fact that every drop of their nutrition has been from me. Their good provider.

Two months in, and I hope at least ten more to go. Until they have cake. ::wink::

A #brelfie I captured during a cluster feed session last week
A #brelfie I captured during a cluster feed session last week