Instead of writing in detail about what we did, I'll show you. A picture is worth a thousand words, right?
Sophie was entranced by the lights. I don't think I've ever seen her so wide-eyed.
(and she's always wide-eyed, so that tells you something.)
We put up our Christmas tree that wasn't much taller than the babies.
We went to a Christmas party at the McKinley's. Max loved his new girlfriends....
And I LOVE his one shoe. This kid kills me!
Brittany and Josh's gingerbread house
Katie and Reed's house
Jess and Steve's house
Jessie and Danny's hosue
I love these girls. Born within two weeks of each other, married within two years and Jessie's cooking up the 4th member of the 2nd generation. It's a girl and I'm thrilled. The three little ladies will only be about 9 months apart.
I went out to lunch with the old high school crowd. Sarah is temporarily back from her mission so we hit up the Cheesecake Factory. It was just the reunion my tired mind needed. Presh indeed.
And we went to the Festival of Trees. It hit a little close to home for me this year because all the money goes to Primary Children's Hospital. They had several stories and pictures about the babies/kids the trees were raising money for and seeing pictures of babies hooked up to monitors and wires brought back the 4 days in the NICU for us. I realize that 4 days is nothing compared to what some families have to go through, but even 4 days was too long for me.
This time, Lillian was entranced by the lights. Sophie slept like a log.
And that was pretty much our December {pre-Christmas} in a nutshell. A very large nutshell.
Yep, we had a good Christmas. I'll do an entire December wrap up soon {there's the festival of trees, temple square, an anniversary, a trip to Nephi and Christmas to write about. See why I love this month?}. Why is it that I blog basically every day and yet I'm still SO behind? I mean, I haven't even finished my post about the blessing. {Don't get your hopes up because it's not happening. I decided to keep that one for me.}
Anyways, I hope your Christmas was as great as ours was.
Oh and I just realized the babies are 20 weeks old. TWENTY What.the.crap.?
(and really, if you're getting married in northern Utah soon, check out her dresses for rent. I scored my dress for about 1/4 of the cost that it would have been to buy it. Sa-weeeet!)
Sometimes moms get so excited for their kids' new outfits that they open them and put them on 4 days before Christmas.
Ooops....
Also, our new header/Christmas card was done by the fabulous Jessie.
And I've been kinda having creepy feelings about my pictures being on this blog so I thought of my options.
1. Go private
(blog suicide in my opinion and not an option)
or
2. Make my picture un-stealable
(yes, that's what I said. Translation = not able to take directly from my blog.)
Now, I understand this has lots of potential problems mainly for the Grandmothers, but I've recently read a few articles about internet creepos and families that see their pictures on various websites and such without their permission and it sorta creeped me out. Plus, I've been getting a lot more traffic since the babies have come and although I'm sure you all are great people, I'm a teeny bit freaked out by it. So, I got a flickr account (or started using the one I've had all along) and I'm going to up load my pictures through that. That means that grandmas (or creeps who simply want my pictures) wont be able to take them directly from the blog.
So, if you are someone non creepy and want a picture. Just send me an email (or call, or tell Josh, or whatever) and I'll be more than happy to email you the actual file.
Hope that doesn't cause too much trouble, but like I said, I'd like a little more control of my pictures than what I currently have.
And here's an outtake form the photoshoot this morning.
Poor Lillian. Good thing I just put Sophie in a new diaper.
We're trying to get Lillian to like them so we took her (well, technically them) to the library. Wanna know the best part? We happened to place her next to the 'banned book' section and under the encyclopedia of drugs and alcohol.
The number two has always been my favorite. This year it's really my favorite. Today is my 2nd wedding anniversary to my best friend and we have two children. (seriously, who woulda thought? 'Not I' said the duck.)
Without getting too mushy gushy, here's one of our favorite artists who explains how I feel.
Yep, he's the best thing that's ever happened to me.
(Ugh. Remember when I used to be skinny? One of these days I'll have the energy to focus on loosing this baby weight.)
This had me in tears this morning. It had me in tears again as I watched the news at noon. I wish I could count the times and memories I have had in this building. My mom sings in a local choir and I grew up going to multiple concerts here each year. Every single stake conference until college was held here. My little sister learned to crawl up stairs the first time in this building (did you know that, Kels?). I used to fall asleep on my dad's lap on these benches. I used to race my siblings down the stairs. Seriously, I am devastated. I've always been a very sentimental person, but I had no idea the love I could feel for a building. Honestly, when I first heard the news I thought I was going to throw up. I feel like such a boob, but I can't help it. SO many childhood memories just went up in flames.
Excuse me while I go cry some more.
p.s. I don't want you to harp on the sad news. Look at the post of the babies below. You will be happy again.
Really, I have no idea where they went. We went to the doctor's yesterday and take a guess at what percentiles they're in....
Sophie is 24 3/4 inches 55% and 13.8 pounds 50% (our short, chubby kid) and Lillian is 25 inches 75% and 13.4 pounds 40% (the long and lean baby)
and they are being compared to non premature babies. When they were born, they were under the 10th% for weight and height. Then they dropped down to about 5%. Now Lillian is in the whopping 75% for height! (any surprise? Her dad is 6'5. I just hope they stay under 6 feet when they're full grown)
Seriously though, my girls once looked like this
Sophie
Lillian
(look at those socks!!!)
and now they look like this and this
(sorry for the weird angle, but she was laughing so hard and I didn't want her to stop when she noticed the camera. Also, she's styling metallic band-aids from her shots. 4 months shots were SO much worse than 2 month shots)
So please, if anyone has my babies, I'd like them returned. The ones I currently have are growing up way too fast.
And yes, they are starting to teeth. I had no idea that the process took months. I figured they be grumpy for a week or so around 6 months and pop! Out came a tooth. Nobody ever warned me that it usually starts around 4 months and lasts until their 2 year old molars came in.
and if you haven't, you might just be living under a rock. I'm supposed to be studying for my last final on Friday (did I mention I'm a crazy person for taking 2 classes this semester? And did I mention that I'm taking 2 more next semester? I refuse to not get my degree because of these babies. No offense, kids) but I keep getting distracted by this
and this
and this
Seriously, Modern Family is possibly the greatest shows of all time.
Anyone know of a flash mob in Salt Lake? I love them. So much.
Now back to studying. However, I figured out that if I completely skip my final, I'll still get a C the class.
Elizabeth Smart's story has been one of interest to people all over the world. A 14 year old girl kidnapped at knife point in the middle of the night from her quiet, affluent Salt Lake neighborhood. The story hit me hard. I am the same age as Elizabeth Smart and grew up just 40 minutes south of her. My best friend and I talked about her all the time. We used to go on bike rides the spring/summer she was missing and we'd pass by dozens and dozens of missing person fliers. I always had my eye open to spot her. I felt it was the least I could do. She was my same age. I couldn't stop thinking about how it could have been me. I followed the crowd's collective opinion and thought we would find a body instead of a living person. However, Fro never lost hope.
I remember the day she was found very vividly. Fro, Jessie and I had just gotten off the bus and were headed home from school. My little sister was on our porch and yelled, "They found Elizabeth Smart!!!" We took off running and had to catch the news. I was shocked. How could she still be alive? Who had taken her? Where had she been this entire time? What had happened to her?
I didn't learn the horrific answers to those questions until a few weeks ago. I read the book her parents wrote about their perspective of the situation, but it wasn't until the trial that anyone had really heard it from Elizabeth herself. I've been following the news very closely since day 1 of the trial. I've read the transcripts and had the tv on ALL day when the verdict came out. Fro is a producer for KUTV and was feet away from the Smart family when they made their statement. She helped interview juror members and was even in the media room during the actual trial.
Because of all this, I'll admit that I got teary-eyed when she made her statement after the verdict. She was graceful, empowering, strong, and the definition of class. She is truly a hero of mine and I am so glad justice was finally served for her.
Elizabeth Smart has no idea who I am. However, I've always felt a connection to her. I thought about her every day for the 9 months she was missing. I have thought about how I think I would have handled the situation. I've thought about the strength she has that I lack. I have thought about how she has found the will to move on and I have thought about her huge amount of faith.
When Josh got home from work yesterday, I handed him both babies and started a bubble bath. It was a bit of a crazy day and I needed a break. As I soaked and listened to the amazing tunes of Tegan and SaraI thought about the beautiful blogs that make up my 'blogging world'. Since becoming a mother, I like to read about mothers that inspire me. Like this family who I've been shamelessly stalking for over a year. Or these guys. Then there's this family. And this one this one and this one. This mom and her remarkable story. And not to mention my rockstar aunt.
And those are just a few of them.
Sometimes I look at myself and my ability to be a mother and I get discouraged. I wish I could be that creative, that loving, that organized, that on top of it all. However, a few days ago my friend sent me this video. I had seen it floating around before I had the babies and didn't give it much thought. I watched it and I was changed.
As I reflected on all this during my long awaited bubble bath last night, I had a 'ah-ha' moment that made it finally all click.
I started dancing when I was 3 years old. I took classes from BYU for an hour a week since I can remember. It was my identity growing up. When I went to high school, I quickly realized that although I had been dancing since I could walk, I wasn't up to same standard as my peers. Some had only been dancing for a year or two, but they went to expensive studios for hours and hours a day. I was very humbled and realized I hardly knew the world of dance. I watched those girls in a borderline creepy way. I studied every angle, every movement, every facial expression. I made the school's dance company as a sophomore and was forced to meet even a fraction of the level that these girls were on. I pushed myself. Hard. Over the next three years, I learned more about dance than I had at my entire 13 years at BYU. I had a higher standard to meet and I did my best to achieve it. Now, I was still no way on the same level as some of the girls I danced with. They were winning awards in New York and getting acceptance letters from prestigious dance companies. But, we all made Timpview High School's Dance Company. We were all on the same team.
That's how I feel about motherhood. I may not be as creative, patient, funny, or insightful as others, but I'm trying. And I'm ok with that. I read about amazing women all the time and it gives me a new standard to aim for. I don't compare myself to them, I don't envy them. I understand that I have qualities that they lack. I guess I'm simply grateful for peers that make me push myself. I'm not a very self motivated person and need someone to look up to. I've got my collection of blogging moms who provide that for me.
I am grateful because it makes me want to be a better mom to my beautiful girls.
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And I really don't want comments praising me for being a good mom. That's not what this is about at all. It's simply another Ah-ha moment that I recently had about the course my life has and is taking.
And I couldn't be happier about it.
{and this obviously isn't one of the posts I was working on. I'll get to those soon. However, Brian David Mitchell was just found guilty and I shall be blogging about my thoughts on that next.}
The babies are 4 months old. They've been outside of me half as long as they were inside of me. Blooooooooooows my mind. I know every mom says this, but I can't believe how big they're getting. They are way more entertaining than I could have ever imagined and they add so much to our family.
We are absolutely in love with our little girls.
Sophie has such a personality. She's sorta got a Jekyll and Hyde thing going on. We've even joked about how early they can detect bipolar disorder because this girl is all over the map. She'll go from a glass breaking scream to the cutest giggle in the blink of an eye. It's crazy. Luckily, we're starting to figure her out and we know how to hold her, what faces to make, and even what to say to make her smile.
She's quite a talker. Last week in church, she gave out the loudest happy scream I think I've ever heard come out of a body this small. It was hilarious. I have a feeling she'll take after her mom and she'll end up getting sent into the hall at church at school because she wont stop talking.
She also rolled over this week. It scared her a lot and she hasn't done it since. However, she's really good at standing. We'll hold her hands and she'll stand for as long as we let her. It's her preferred position and I'm terrified she's going to start walking next week. She absolutely loves it.
Sophie is a major giggler. I've got a 'look' I'll give her and she cracks up almost every time. She loves to be the center of attention and I can tell she's going to be a social butterfly. Even though she's only the oldest by two minutes, you can tell she's very concerned for and protective of Lillian (blog post coming soon). It amazing how you can feel her little body is holding such a big personality and I love figuring out who this little person is more and more each day.
Lillian is the opposite of Sophie in so many ways. (No offense, Sophie) For the most part, Lillian is more patient and independent. Of course she cries if she needs or wants something, but she's usually content for longer periods of time and can entertain herself. Lillian goes with the flow a little better, can also have her spitfire moments.
You have to work a little harder to get Lillian to smile or giggle, but when you're successful, it's the cutest thing. In the past week, she's gotten a lot more giggly and will mimic sounds you make.
She's also developed the talent of hitting herself in the stomach. It's absolutely hysterical. She'll pound and pound away until we make her stop. We think it might have something to do with the covered wagon game Josh plays with the girls, but we're not sure. Whatever makes her do it, it's very entertaining.
Lillian has rolled over several times now. Most of the time, she'll get half way there though and then give up. Her bum presents a bit of a challenge when it comes to getting all the way over, but she's content to lay there on her side. It's adorable.
I'm pretty sure Lillian will be the girl that wants to be around the crowd, but would rather sit back and listen to what everyone else has to say. She's passive, laid back and loves to look around and take everything in.
People ask all the time how we tell the girls apart. I still think they're fraternal, but who knows. Either way, their personalities make it very easy to tell them apart, but they also have many physical differences.
Lillian's face is more round.
Sophie's left ear is pushed into her head more .
(I guess she's luckily she only got one of her mom's ears?)
Lillian has a stronger widow's peak.
Sophie's got slightly bigger toes.
And they have different belly buttons.
The past 4 months have been the craziest months of my life. Josh and I are completely different people and our lives have so much more meaning. I couldn't have asked for sweeter, more entertaining babies and we love every moment with them. The lack of sleep, tears of frustration, the heaps of laundry and all the other life altering things that have happened have been more than worth it.
{doesn't her drool kill you?}
We think they're the greatest babies out there and still can't figure out why we're lucky enough to be their parents.
Sometimes (all the time) the babies freak out if I leave them to get ready. On this particular morning, I decided to let the girls look at themselves in the mirror. Sadly, our counter was not made to hold two bumbos. What's a mama to do? Let Lillian hang over the sink a little. ;) Now, before you go calling CPS on me, know that they were safe and I put them on the floor as soon as I got a picture of it.
So here's my word of advice to those currently pregnant with twins. If your bathroom counter can't hold two bumbos, rip it out today and build a new one.
I've currently got 6 posts saved in my drafts. I'll keep posting like a mad woman until I get all caught up. :)
Is that ticker on the side of my blog joking? 17 weeks? Really?
I don't think I believe that.
Not for one bit. Apparently they don't either.
p.s. I'm back to my old look. You didn't really think I'd keep those birds forever, did you? p.p.s. My blog just reached the 20,000th hit this morning. Guys, you can stop reading already. I promise I'm not that entertaining.
****This is my second post of the day. If you don't care about why I'm not breastfeeding, skip down to see a couple cute pictures of the babies.****
First off, know that I've been thinking about what to write in this post for a long time. This is in no way anti-breastfeeding or my list of excuses. It's simply my story and why it didn't work out for me. I'm writing it because as I was dealing with the guilt and frustration of it all, I would have loved to read something like this. A few weeks ago, I was on a fellow twin mom's blog and she explained her story. It helped me immensely and I thought I'd share what happened to me and my baby girls. Trust me, I've been on enough blogs and forums to know that this is a major hot topic among mothers. Once again, I'm just trying to be open and honest about my experience and hopefully I'll be able to make at least one other mom who 'failed' at it feel a little bit better. This is going to be long, so if you don't want to read it all just know that I'm no longer nursing or pumping and I finally feel great about it.
Before I got pregnant, I didn't give much thought to nursing. I'll admit, I always assumed that I would be an expert at it and I'd stop when my kids got teeth (the thought of them chopping down on me with little fangs has never been appealing). Once I got pregnant, I started doing a little bit of research on it. Then, when I found out I was having twins, my casual research turned into major, in depth studying. I read about supply, positions, latching, etc. I read books, and did a sufficient amount of research. I felt prepared. I bought the GIANT twin nursing pillow (the boppy on steroids) talked to moms, and again, did more and more research. Breastfeeding was going to be free (well...sorta. I'll touch on that in a bit), convenient (again, sort of...)and the best for my daughters. I had my mind made up. That's what I was going to do. I even brushed off the thought of getting a pump because I was sure I was going to be that good at it.
Oh how ignorant I was.
Fast forward to the NICU stay. I realize my babies were only in the hospital for 4 days. There are plenty of NICU stays for weeks and weeks that don't interfere with breastfeeding. I guess I should have been more proactive in demanding to nurse my babies, but I didn't really care (yes, some would automatically flame me as being an awful mother). Of course I wanted to hold my babies and let them know I loved them, but I never had an overwhelming desire to nurse them. Plus, I didn't know if I could. And by could I mean allowed. Nobody ever said anything. I started pumping on the first night and they had bottles with donated breast milk filled with 15 ML for each baby and Josh would feed one while I fed the other. Seriously, nobody said anything about actually breastfeeding. Again, I should have asked, but I was more concerned with their heart rate, oxygen level and getting them home.
I figured there was still plenty of time to get the nursing thing down.
So, I went to a breastfeeding class on the 3rd day in the hospital. It was about a half hour and it wasn't anything I hadn't heard or read before. The lactation consultant was shocked that I hadn't tried nursing my babies and promised to meet me in their room 15 minutes later. When she arrived, I tried it for the first time. I'll admit, I've always been very modest (I didn't even like changing my shirt in front of my closest friends, let alone be half naked in front of a stranger) and I was very awkward about it. More than that though, I didn't feel anymore of a connection than when I was bottle feeding. Call me crazy, but I didn't. I worked with the LC for over an hour nursing each baby separately and then both together. By this point I was in pain, feeling super exposed and not enjoying the experience at all. From the actual act of nursing to the pressure the babies and pillows were putting on my incision from the c-section, it was all around uncool. However, the next day I continued to work with a different LC and just before we went home I was filled with a little more confidence that this was going to work out.
However, my milk still hadn't come in. Like, not at all. I pumped every two hours in the hospital and I could tell that the nurses didn't really believe me. They were actually pretty rude about it. The last nurse I worked with was confident my milk come in that weekend (babies born on a Monday, we went home on a Thursday) but strongly suggested getting a pump. So we rented one (I was still convinced that I wasn't going to need one long term) and we headed home.
I pumped like a mad woman and nothing came until Sunday. It took 7 days for anything to happen. Some people think c-sections have something to do with it, but I know several women who have been able to nurse while being stitched up. Plus, my water broke naturally, I wasn't induced. My body naturally went into labor, so who knows what my deal was. That first weekend home with the babies was the HARDEST couple of days of my life. I'm not kidding when I say that I got an average of 4 hours of sleep a day. The babies were waking up every 1 1/2-2 hours to eat and by the time we got both kids taken care of, we would catch maybe a half hour of snooze time. I was paranoid of something going wrong and a walking zombie (random, but is anyone watching The Walking Dead series on A&E? Super creepy, but I can't stop watching it. Haha!). I tried to nurse during the day, but they would scream and scream and scream. I tried feeding them a bottle first and then nursing, but they would instantly fall asleep. I was also having a really hard time nursing both of them at once. I'd get one going and the other would sneeze and ruin it for both of them. Screams would burst out and I'd join right in with their cries.
It was awful.
About a week later, I missed a call from the original LC I worked with. I didn't call her back because (I'll admit) I was embarrassed. I didn't want to pay $30 for her stupid class and I was slowly loosing any appeal for breastfeeding that I once had. I continued to pump, but the babies were only getting about 50% my milk. Remember, they were only eating 1 oz every two hours and I was pumping for 20 minutes every two hours. That's not a lot of milk at all.
So, I started doing research on low milk supply. In all my previous research, I skipped over this because it didn't even cross my mind that I would have this problem (don't ask me why...). I read up on food and herbs that women swore by and went shopping. The biggest thing that helped me was fenugreek. However, in order for it to have any effect on my supply, I had to take 10 pills a day. It also made everything smell like maple syrup. I mean everything. My skin, hair, pee, sweat... I was a walking waffle. It also didn't come cheap. I think we got a bottle of 100 pills at GNC for about $12. That's a 10 day supply. It would have been awesome if it boosted my supply enough for both girls, but even with the fenugreek and pumping every two hours, they were only getting about 60% of my milk.
They tell you to nurse, nurse, nurse to get your supply up, but that didn't work either since the babies only latched for a few minutes at a time. My pediatrician said to go one weekend without offering a single bottle. Sorry doc, but after 6 hours of starving my babies and having them SCREAM constantly, I gave in. They were nursing better, but still not getting full. By this point they were up to 2 oz every 2 hours and I was making 2 oz. Only enough for one baby.
This went on for about a month. I'd nurse, give formula and pump. It was brutal. My supply hardly increased at all. I think at my peak I was getting 3 oz (6 total) every 2 hours. Sadly, that didn't happen until they were eating 4 oz each. I was never able to keep up with my growing girls.
By mid September, I made the decision to stop nursing. I still wanted to give my babies breast milk, but doing my routine of nurse/bottle/pump was killing me, so I devoted myself to pumping. Again, I was doing it every two hours and tried several 'power pump' sessions (look it up) and nothing special happened. I couldn't get past my peak amount. By the end of October, I had had it. I was so frustrated with my body, my inability to to provide the 'best' for my babies and was WAY too sleep deprived.
Then we moved. Packing up the apartment in a week, traveling down to Salt Lake 3 times in that week and taking care of newborn twins while trying to pump was the most ridiculous thing ever. Plus, I was very emotional because I didn't want to move at all. I was really depressed over the idea. I went several days only pumping once or twice and I'm sure you can imagine what that did to my already pathetic milk supply.
After about a week in our new place, I told Josh I was done and he was more than ok with it. He wanted me to stop stressing and crying over it. I continued to pump about 3 times a day so I wouldn't hurt (not that I've ever experienced being full) and mourned the fact that days that my girls would be getting my milk was rapidly coming to an end. By Halloween, I was getting about 3 oz total in the entire day.
Then, the guilt set in. I made the stupid mistake of looking on the Breastfeeding Multiples board on babycenter and I read all about how wonderful, beneficial and even spiritual breastfeeding can be. I felt a guilt like I'd never felt before and considered myself a huge failure. I secretly started taking fenugreek again and pumped during the day. It was a joke. I was back to the NICU days all over again. I researched how to relactate and realized that very few women have success. Those who do have success were super lactaters (I doubt that's a word) to begin with. I'm actually embarrassed at how hard I tried.
The last time I pumped was the day before Thanksgiving.
I drew out the agony WAY too long.
Even now I feel slightly guilty. Women are hard on each other and VERY opinionated. There are thousands of women (and a handful of men who apparently care) out there who make formula feeding moms feel guilty. Trust me, I've felt plenty of guilt and I truly want to know what it's like to enjoy nursing a baby. However, I ended up making a list of why I'm ok with my decision and it made me feel tons better. The list looked something like this.
Bottle feeding allows Josh, family and friends to feed the babies.
I didn't have any of the 'perks' that supposedly come with breastfeeding. It didn't help me loose weight and it didn't (TMI) stop any monthly female visitor from finding me.
I am still able to bond tremendously with my babies while they drink their bottle.
I don't have to stress about tandem nursing in public. Again, I've always been very modest and for the life of me, I can't figure out a way to modestly nurse two babies in front of others. I know one twin mom who exclusively nurses and she said that she has only gotten out of the house a small handful of times because of it. Ummm...no thanks, that's not for me.
Formula for two is expensive, but with couponing, getting free samples and buying it on KSL (the black market for baby food) it isn't that bad. Plus, I save BIG bucks with cloth diapering. In the almost 4 months that the babies have been here, I think we've spent maybe $75 on diapers. Really though, it's probably more like $50 and I'll continue to save until they're potty trained.
Formula is a lot let stressful for me. No pills, no calorie counting, no pumping/nursing sessions. I make the bottles and feed them all within 10 minutes. I don't stress about bottles a fifth as much as I stressed about my supply.
Now, I realize all of those reasons are about me, but I wasn't the mom my daughters deserved for the first few months because the stress was consuming me. I firmly believe that a mom has to be happy in order to be the best mom for her children. Stressing over what my babies were eating was making me anything but happy. And after talking to our new pediatrician, I was comforted to know how far formula has come. It's completely different than it was even 5 years ago. It's more natural, nutritious and they're getting closer and closer to breast milk. Everyone will agree that it isn't as good as breast milk, but there are thousands of intelligent, thriving babies with great immune systems that have only had formula. The fact that my girls got any breast milk as long as they did was an advantage to them, but formula is currently doing them just fine.
So there you have it. I am the crunchy mother's worse nightmare. I had a c-section and formula feed my babies. Both pretty taboo subjects in mommy world. I'm ok with it because the c-section saved my life and formula has saved my sanity.
This post took me over a week to compile. I'm not sure if anyone will read it, but I hope that someone will benefit from something I said.
And I'll leave you with what my favorite ladies on television think about it.
This post has nothing to do with babies, bottles, poop or anything like that. I made the mistake of browsing Anthropology's website and feel in love with this bedding.
Too bad it would take $824 to cover our kind size bed with these beauties. I'll settle on just the quilt. It's only $268.
Lillian
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