I told Holly that I have been
too busy to blog.
I lied.I used to make time.I am just tired.
I'm not too busy,
I am just too tired.
So here is
my reattemptto not be too tired
for the important things.
Like,
playing transformers in the under the table fort.Kenna and Cohen have reached the age
where they will take themselves off to play for bits of time.
Lovely break,and highly entertaining to snoop on.
and fun moments like,
watching Avatar in IMAX 3D.
Philip (my computer guru brother)
convinced us that
this was the ONLY wayto really see Avatar.
He was right(he usually is)
It was really amazing
on the IMAX screen
with the
super expensive ($70) IMAX 3D glasses.
An alarm went off
if you walked too far out the theatre doors with them on.
This was some serious business.
I would get
so into the movieI would forget I had them onThen I would look over at Ryan
and chuckle because
we looked like such idiots.
I have also been trying not to be too tired to
work on some of
the projects that have been piling up.
Like the
Block of the Month
Quilting thing.I paid to do it,
so I need to not procrastinate getting them done.
Cohen just dumped an entire gallon
of apple juiceall over my kitchen floor.
Emptied the
whole kitchen towel drawertrying to clean it up himself,
then
splashed through the puddleand
tracked apple juice footprints
all the way across the kitchen
and onto the carpet
to tell me he spilled.This is his face while asking if he can come out of time out.
See why I am tired?There is also this excuse,

but it makes me feel like a whiner
to pull this one out.
26 weeks this week.When I went in to the perinatologist
they gave us these pictures

Baby A Profile

Baby A sucking his thumb

Two baby heads
Side by Side

Baby B looking right at us

Baby B looking at us again
this time sporting the Alien Look
and she told me that
even though on that day
I was only
25 weeks and 1 dayBaby Awas measuring
26 weeks and 3 daysand weighed
1 lb 15 ozand
Baby Bwas measuring
25 weeks and 2 daysand was
1lb 10 ozboth bigger than the average single baby at this pointand
both bigger than my due date.Fabulous.
Huge babies.
My OB then proceded to tell me at my appointment
2 days later
that my belly was measuring 31 weeks(or what would be 31 weeks with a single)
even though I was only 25 weeks.I told Ryan
and bless his heart
he said
"But, you don't look that bi..., well..."
"Honey, I think you look fine"
Meaning,
I really look that big.Pictures are deceiving.
I am that big.I sent the picture to my dad
and he said
I should keep the mirror
because it was flattering.Meaning what?
Not lookin so hot in real life?
Yeah, I got it.One more time.
Suddenly I don't care if its whiny,
I'm using it.
See why I'm tired?I'm hoping by tomorrow I will get over the tired whining
and have the energy to post something fun.
We shall see.