Dog

Today is an all-day Dog The Bounty Hunter Marathon on A&E. Yippeeeeee!!! Oh, the baby feedings will be so fun now!

Favorite Dog-isms - I'm taking notes:

"At the end of the criminal rainbow, there is no pot of gold."

"I like it when a plan comes together that you didn't plan." ...Huh?

"Sometimes nothing works until they shut the door and lock the key." :)

"Sometimes tough love is to love the person back into being straight." (Maybe tough love should be used on the judges on America's Next Top Model)

2nd Greatest Christmas Song Ever

Simple Plan's Christmas Song: childish. innocent. perfect.

Debbie thinks he says "I want a million kids," instead of "a million gifts". We've been in the house with the twins too much lately. :)

On a related note...I found out yesterday that Matthew is the 9th most popular baby name, but in keeping in the Little Mountain tradition, Annalise is the 676th most favorite name. I still think the name fits her perfectly, though. Grandma Jan calls her "Annalise, Princess of Little Mountain" (Change out Little Mountain for our last name...I have blogger privacy issues)

Annalise is of German origin, meaning Grace or Favour. I see grace everytime she stretches her long model fingers out after a nap. Matthew means Gift of God, definitely fitting of the long wait we had for both of these guys.

Back to Simple Plan: disable my music at the bottom and take a listen:

Uncomfortable Music

Ever sat in Church and heard one of those intermediate hymn solos that probably shouldn't have been a solo? They're the type that send me running for the restroom to stick my head under the sink, because I feel like my head is morphing into a giant sweating atomic fireball. Debbie just grins and shakes her head when she sees me stand up to walk out. Yeah, I get embarrassed for people badly. Its painfully annoying. I need to get surgery for it I think: Empathy Bypass Surgery.

Liesl forwarded me this song last year which reminds me of those situations. This one is a classic. It could be construed by some as slightly irreverent, but I cry everytime I hear it. Tears of humor.

Listen to the whole thing...the end of the performance is quite amusing. Put the music player at the bottom on pause and click on "O Holy Night" below.

O Holy Night

Beanbag Babies

I found out this past weekend that the babies love my beanbag. This isn't one of those ridiculously priced Lovesac's - just a Target special. Our kids aren't picky. But it puts them to sleep like a charm!

Now where does daddy sit when he hops online for his Call of Duty time with his friends?



It starts early...Annalise smacking her "little brother"



Matthew is a 360 kind of guy. Annalise prefers the Wii.



Two Chupacabras (Daddy's gamertag - add me!) and Live buddies wishing you a Merry Christmas!

Oh yeah!

No Liesl, by saying "First of Many" I didn't mean kiddos! Allow me to lay out the logic:

1. If I meant the first of many...kiddos, I would have had to have said "First and Second of Many". Obviously. Twins. Come in sets of two. And there's no way I would say "first set of many sets of twins"
2. Have you ever read the story of Zacharias in the Bible? Yeah, that's us basically - you know..."well stricken in years". I'm just lucky the angel Gabriel didn't strike me dumb for disbelief when I found out we were having twins.

However, I did mean first of many pictures! oh yeah! Now that this new and exciting brand of Guantanamo sleep deprivation is becoming a habit, I have a little bit of time to update our blog. The hot brunette in the other room wants me to make clear that she doesn't think I should compare feeding the twins every three hours at night to certain CIA interogation techniques, but I guarantee there are some parents of multiples that would choose 30 minutes of waterboarding over the experience of the first two nights of feedings.

Sometimes I think I'm actually fighting Taliban insurgents on the way over to pick up the babies in the middle of the night. Or the koolaid man is running through my bedroom wall...ohhhhh yeah! It can't be good to half-dream about the koolaid man while your kids need their diapers changed. I digress, but can you imagine if we convinced the Koolaid man to use his powers for good for us in the mountains of Tora Bora? He'd step off the back of an Armored Personnel Carrier yelling "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" and run through a few cave walls until he drowns the enemy in a rush of Sharkleberry Fin.

Anyway...I wouldn't trade the late-night delusions for the world. Everytime I go stumbling in the dark to pick them up at 3:00 in the morning, I just have to look down at them to realize how blessed we are. And how I don't know how I managed life without them.

Here's a few new pictures:

Matthew the next morning in the hospital



Annalise the next morning in the hospital



These kids are TINY



Matthew's letting us know that our first spacewalk to the doctor's office was "solid"



Dupa stands guard at the foot of the baby carriers



We all love Mommy