First Birthday!

It seems this first birthday has come even faster than the others. And as all first birthdays--it is bittersweet. It's hard to believe one year ago today we were in a delivery room experiencing a miracle that I never dreamed would be mine.
While that day's events are still crystal clear in my mind, there was one moment that always comes to mind first. Allison had just been delivered and they held her up for me to see before she was handed off to the NICU team  to make sure she was happy and healthy. As I turned to watch her, the doctor had the ultrasound on to check Katlyn's position. He motioned me to pay attention to him and informed me I needed to push now so that Katlyn's head would engage before she tried to flip on us. I looked at him, and in a moment of denial said, "You mean I have to do this again?!"
Rather comical but a pretty good description of the first year with twins. Just when you think you've finished that task---you get to do it all over again!
Most of you know this has been an extremely trying year for our family in so many ways. But I wouldn't trade one day of it because of these two sweet spirits and how they have truly been the light of our home. The joy they have brought is overwhelming and immeasurable and I couldn't be more thankful to my Heavenly Father for sending them to us.

Now I'm too emotional to write anymore so I'll just say--- Happy Birthday my sweet girls! Mommy loves you and is so grateful you are mine.

One Year ago today.

Yesterday.

Monkey cage full of *@$%#

Dear Blog,
Sorry I haven't written. It's been a rather trying month--and it seems that the trials just keep piling on. I was walking down the hospital sidewalk the other day and a bird was perched on the wire above me. I thought, "Surely this bird is going to crap on me because that is just my luck." I gave thanks when I passed by the bird unscathed, for surely this was one of the few things I had escaped as of late.

Fast forward a few days and I got what I had coming to me. Allison, who has been sick for what seems like forever, was crying and pulling on my leg. I picked her up just in time for her to let loose, and her diarrhea to explode out of the diaper and all over me. (Insert the picture above of my diarrhea covered clothes in the sink. I should have taken a picture of me covered in it, but my only thought initially was to get it off!!)

So if you missed me this last month, that's what I've been doing. I've been being *@#$ on in just about every way possible-- including the literal version. About the only thing we haven't had happen is the house burn down. And frankly, as long as my kids get out fine, I don't even care about the house anymore!

So we're still her. Still smiling. Still making fun of ourselves---in our monkey cage full of *@$%#!!