Who said LOVE don't cost a thang?

The figures are in...take a guess at what the bills rack up to....go ahead, throw up first and start breathing in a paper sack... TWENTY FOUR THOUSAND DOLLARS!! Our share....5 THOUSAND! May not seem like much compared to the enitre amount, but needless to say, we'll be back on mac n cheese in a hurry!

I'll let Mr. T do the speaking...

Twins share....

We share out toothbrushes...
We share bathtime...

We share our Grandma Train

We share matching bunny ears and toys

We share our germs and so we share our hospital rooms!

What a day...

The day started with babies screaming in the crib (2 poopie diapers), Phoenix jumping in the crib with them, trying to comb through Carson's hair from crazy hair day yesterday so he an be ready to catch the bus (didn't he get a bath last night you ask? Baths here only come once a week if your lucky...j/k, well sort of.) I made scones for breakfast (way to start the day...sugar rush) while Phoenix screamed for eggs, of course. So after making scones I fried up 3 eggs for Phoenix and tried to change the subject before he reminded me that he gets brownies after his eggs (he decided this last night after I told him "no more eggs or brownies today, it'll hurt your tummy"...this is my usual answer when he asks for more than 8 eggs in one day). The babies loved their introduction to scones and made sure they shared their new found love for syrup with their freshly changed clothes. I quickly answered 4 business emails and loaded the dishwasher with just about everything including my children and then rushed Carson to brush his teeth and head out the door to catch the bus. Up the stairs to change the second load of laundry and then to clean up every super hero costume and pair of pants and pajamas that the boys own. I fight with Phoenix to change his undies since he wanted to recycle a dirty pair he found in the laundry stack while the babies pull every bow, toothbrush and toilet paper roll they can get their hands on from the bathroom drawers. Into the bathroom to clean up their mess and the kids head out the door to who knows where....Moments later Phoenix says he went potty and I find him cleaning up his mess in MY bathroom while the babies splash in his pee water. It's 9:42 am now and Phoenix says "Mom, I'm hungwee, can you make me sumpin' to eat?" Seriously...did anyone give me a warning about motherhood?