My huckleberry friend

Silly me forgot that I had already written up a post for our anniversary a few weeks back. Well, I started one, but didn't finish it and then I completely forgot about it. So here it is. The anniversary post that never was. 

 Four years seems so fast yet at the same time, four years feels like my whole life. I'm just hoping that four years means we're no longer rookies at this marriage thing. 

Josh and I make a pretty good team. We are opposite in most of our personality characteristics. What I lack, he has and what he lacks, I have. He {obviously} knows me quite well. Well enough to know that I'd rather have an awesome burger and some sort of chocolate than flowers. But he also knows me well enough to know that I really like flowers, so he gets those for me too. He mops floors because he knows I hate it. He always checks the mail because he knows I'll let it go for days and days. He gives the best back scratches. He supports my bacon loving habits and doesn't say anything when I eat an absurd amount (in fact, he cooks it for me!) He grills cheese for me because he knows I love it {no, not a grilled cheese as in the sandwich, grilled cheese as in actually cooking plain cheese in a frying pan. It's the greatest thing ever} and he lets me vent about whatever is annoying me at any given moment. He puts up with a lot from me and he usually doesn't get any credit for it. He is dedicated to whatever he puts his mind to and isn't afraid of what others think.

I'll be honest, this year has been challenging. Very challenging actually. Josh works incredibly hard for our family and *I* haven't always been an overly supportive wife. Schedules have changed, lives are adjusting and we're still trying to figure out what's normal in just about every aspect of our lives, but through it all he's still my favorite. He always has been. I still remember the first conversation I had with Josh. He intrigued me. He was a man of few words, quirky hobbies, an extreme lack of interest in sports (something I really admired) and wasn't like any other guy I knew. He was different and I love him for that.

Found this oldie while browsing old folders on the computer. I sort of love it.

 Here's to four years and many more.

Oh and Merry Christmas Eve to you and yours.

and if you have photoshop, don't forget to enter the giveaway for your chance to win Becky's honeybee actions!

Josh, the builder

First things first... I may have turn into THAT mom. You know the mom that enters their kids into photo contests!?! If you have a facebook and feel so inclined, Sophie and Lillian would love for you to give them a 5 star rating. You guys, the prize is an Ipad. An IPAD! I would love you forever and promise to never stop blogging if you gave us a vote. 


I've been wanting new shelves in our living room since we moved into our house. The ones we were using I bought when I was single and sharing an apartment with 5 girls. They were tiny, cheap, walmart shelves that needed to go. I've been eyeing the Expedit shelves from Ikea since my aunt got them years and years ago. I convinced Josh that was what we needed, so we headed to Ikea. We quickly realized however, that $140 for one shelf is a lot of money (for us at least) and Josh wasn't super in love with something made of particle board that you still had to build yourself. He'd been looking for a project to do or a new hobby to pick up, so we thought building our own shelves and being able to customize them to what we wanted would be perfect. 

We bought a few of the bins that we wanted to go in the shelves and based the measurements off that. A couple trips to Home Depot (or was it Lowe's? I don't remember...) and we had the wood, the saw, the sandpaper, putty, screws and the paint. I also learned to never take toddler twins to a hardware store again. Do you know how many things they can grab off the shelves or out of those little cubbies? Sorry to whoever is looking for a specific size screw or bolt because they're ALL mixed up thanks to my girls. And the screams when they got in trouble? The double screeching echos down the warehouse aisles were enough to make me grab both girls in the football hold and bolt out of there without making eye contact with anyone. Anyway, here are some pictures of the process...

He started it the night we got all the supplies.  

and continued working on it for the next couple of days

I debated if I was going to show you the shelves in our house, but for now I don't think I will. We decided that we want to get different bins and so a lot of the shelves are empty or only have a book or two in them. We're planning on doing 5 bins in each shelf (in an x) and using those to store movies, toys, kids books, diapers and sometimes toddlers. ;) Like I said, we just got to get back to Ikea to get more bins and figure out how exactly we want to lay everything out (Brooke! I need you!).

I love them. Josh did a really great job and we figure that we spent about $80 on each of them (not including tools we bought) AND they're solid wood. I have to hand in to Josh because he hadn't done much work with wood before and I think it sparked a little fire in him. He now wants to make a new tv stand (again, the one we have was bought when we were suuuper poor and it's a cheap, falling apart walmart stand) and shelves for our cold storage in the basement.

And I won't lie, it's a pretty attractive sight seeing your husband use his days off to build and take pride in something for our family. ;)

Recent happenings

I just realized that I didn't blog a lot last week. I guess I was kind of on pins and needles and chomping at the bit to write about Brett and Jenny and put our own happenings at the back on my mind. So, now that the big announcement is made, here's what's been going on at our house over the last little while.

Josh made us some shelves (full post on these coming soon)

Sophie continued to be adorable

We ate our lunch in strange places (and without pants)

(super blurry/crappy pictures but...) We demolished block towers

We spent a lot of time smearing up and looking at ourselves in the mirror

We made muffins

The girls got their first hair cuts!!! It was time. Their hair was awful. I do feel slightly bad that I cut off Sophie's perfect ponytail, but they look so much less...crazy?... now. So I'm glad I did it. 

And yesterday, I went up to Logan with Jenny (See? We really do a lot with each other!). We went to visit family and friends and just to get out of the house. It was fun and although I didn't take too many pictures (i.e. like 3 all of the same thing...) we had a great time. We got Aggie Ice Cream, squeaky cheese, and the girls were perfect the entire time. It got crazy windy and rainy as we were leaving, but other than that, the trip was perfect! 

I also have several posts in the making. One of them is an updated cloth diaper overview. A few things have changed since my last post and I've been getting a pretty good amount of questions lately, so I thought I'd update (along with my thoughts on potty training). Look out for that in the next few days!

This guy

Is my favorite.

Thirty

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It's this guy's birthday. The big 3-0 to be exact. I like him a lot and am really glad he's in my life. I could write a real sappy post that would probably make you all vomit,so I'll just leave with what I told Josh while we were in Park City. We make a really good team. He makes me laugh and think in ways no one else can. He supports me and makes me want to be better. He loves our girls and is so good with them. 

I just like him and want everyone to know that he's definitely the backbone of our family. He's pretty awesome and we really do make a great team. 

Happy birthday, Josh!

 

A cure to a bad weekend.

We had a bad weekend. In some ways it was good because something that I've been stressing over for months finally got resolved. It didn't however, get resolved exactly how I wanted it to be, and I spent a great deal of time feeling cheated and sorry for myself. What this weekend did do, was present itself with the perfect excuse for Josh and I to get away on Monday night. We left the girls overnight for the first time in their lives. I'm incredibly grateful I have a neighbor and little sister that helped make it possible. A quick overnight trip was exactly what the doctor ordered. 

We didn't go too far, just to Park City. If you've spent time in Utah and have been to Park City, you know that even though it's just a few minutes away, it's a world away from your stereotypical Utah/Salt Lake County. It was the perfect break and honestly? I didn't miss the girls nearly as much as I thought I would. I mean, I missed them, but I knew they were in good hands and I knew I needed the break. And boy did it feel good to take that break. 

Our night started with dinner at Ruby Tuesday, followed by walking up and down Park City's Mainstreet, spending waaaaaay too much money at Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory, a swim in our hotel's pool/hot tub and finally, a semi restful sleep. I say semi restful because we only had a queen size bed. We don't do well in queen size beds. I don't understand how any couple does well in queen size beds, but we especially do not. Josh is 6'5 and we both move a lot in our sleep. Arms go a flyin' and faces get smacked when we're in a queen. We managed to sleep though and I got to sleep in and wake up on my own time. I was so excited about not having to change diapers and get sippy cups that I spent over an hour in bed whilst watching HGTV and The Price Is Right. I felt like a royalty. It was probably my favorite part of the trip.

We then ate breakfast, got ready and headed to the outlets. I wanted to focus on getting things for Josh, because his birthday is this coming Sunday, but nope. He spoiled me instead. I spent the most money I ever have before on jeans and got a hoodie and yoga pants. Retail therapy is real, my friends. It's a beautiful thing. 

I didn't take too many pictures, but here are a few of the ones I did. 

The resident cat in the bookstore...

It wasn't until we were in the car ready to come home that I realized we never got a picture of the two of us. So this is it. An unflattering picture of us. :)

It really was the perfect little trip and I'm not sure what I did to deserve being spoiled like I was, but I was really, really grateful for it.

I should be sleeping

*Disclaimer. This post ended up being a lot more of a rant than I intended it to be. Sorry, but it felt good to get it all out. I threw in some random twin pictures at the bottom to appease those that just come here to look at cute pictures. So be warned, this is a grumpy post...

I have a hard time sleeping when Josh is working the graveyard shift. Like a really hard time sleeping. I'm not sure why just having Josh next to me makes all the difference, but it's nights like this where my mind races a zillion miles a minute. I think about anything and everything and start to worry. I can be a big worrier, so sometimes being left alone with my thoughts isn't a good idea. Luckily, the things I'm currently worrying about aren't too big of a deal (well, I guess that's a matter of opinion...) but there are a few things that no matter how distracted I get, still hang over my head. It's frustrating because I know that worrying and thinking about situations I can't control doesn't do any good. In fact, it does harm. So how do I stop? Hopefully I figure it out. My sanity needs it... 

On a semi-related note, can I confess that I'm done with school? Mentally, I've completely checked out. I'm over it. I hate it. I don't want to continue. So why am I? Well, I'm about 3 classes away from getting my degree. Two stats classes and my capstone. That's it. I'm soooo close, but yet I feel like it's years away (maybe that's because it pretty much is) I'll be taking each of those classes, one at a time (thank you, pre-reqs) so it's going to be 3 more semesters. 3 looong semesters. Going to school when you're in a college town, surrounded by students isn't that bad. I really enjoyed the time in our marriage when Josh and I would both come home and do homework. We'd meet on campus and have lunch together. We'd wait for each other to get out of classes. We'd text about how boring our classes were. It was easy. And before that, I always had roommates that were going to school. It was motivating. I had friends in my classes, my coworkers were students, we talked about exams and upcoming breaks. 

Now? Nothing. It's just me and a computer screen. 

I hate that I don't have actual lectures and discussions to participate in. I hate that nobody I associate with is going to school (well, that's near me). I hate that I waited to take stats until the very, very end. Didn't I know how unmotivated I would be? Didn't I remember that I've already failed it, so I probably should have retaken it on campus where I'd have extra help? 

But mostly I hate that I'm not finished. It was really hard for me when Josh graduated. I actually cried a lot that day. You see, *I* should have graduated right along with him. That's when most people I went to high school with graduated. That's when my roommates graduated. Me? Nope. I did not. I was pretty down on myself that day and my mom was quick to remind me that I was growing two children. I guess I could have used that as an excuse, but guess what? It didn't matter. That had nothing to do with why I didn't have a cap on my head. The truth is that I failed two classes and there were some semesters that I only took 12 credits. Plus, I switched majors a time or two (ok, I guess just technically once, but I unofficially changed it twice). That's why I didn't graduate that day. Who cares that I was pregnant. I'm sure a lot of pregnant women graduated that day. My lack of graduating was my fault and my fault alone. And I feel like it's still my fault that I'm not done. Sure I haven't given up since having the girls and I've continued to go straight through, but I should have taken summer classes. I should have not put off stats. I should have pushed myself harder. Now, here I am unable to push myself anymore. The school won't let me. I've got to take at least 3 more semesters when I should have been done TWO YEARS ago. 

It makes me sick.

*Sigh* 

And now Lillian is crying. This girl needs to start sleeping through the night. I've been saying that since... the day she was born? She goes through phases where she'll sleep well for a week or so, but on average, she's up at least once or twice at night. I am tired. 

So how do I fix myself? How do I forget about my problems, finish school and get Lillian to sleep through the night? I've got about 7 more hours until I'm supposed to meet my friend to go running (granted, that's if the girls don't wake up when we're supposed to go) so I guess I have that long to mull it all over in my mind. Grrrrr... Who wants to come have a sleepover with me? I've got a king size bed and I'll even kick the giant stuffed animals out. ;)

And just for good measure, here's a couple of recent(ish) instagrams. If we're instagram buddies, these are old news. They're still cute though. Incredibly cute. Lillian is sporting the Mr. Potato Head glasses and Sophie is reading about Mr. Brown.

I just love them.

OH!
And on a very positive note, Regina Spektor's new album is really good. I've been listening to it all day and I've decided that I must see her in concert again. Specifically with this girl and her little sidekick, Hailey (who does have a blog, but hasn't written in over a year. Boo on her.). You can bet your bottom dollar that when Miss Spektor comes to Salt Lake again, we'll be there!

An evening conversation part 3

Britt: "What are you playing?"

 Josh: "I don't know. I have to dig holes to redirect the water so the alligator can take a bath." 

 Britt: "Hmmm..." 

Pause. Pause Pause. 

 Britt: "Your screen is bigger than mine." 

Josh: "I know! I already measured it."

 Britt: "It's really big." 

Josh: "Yep."

 You guys, I don't think you realize just how cool Josh and I are. I mean, remember our other evening conversations here and here?

 See? 

We are oozing with awesomeness.

I thought this post needed a picture, so here's one from back in 2009.

p.s. In our first evening conversation, I mentioned that we were under contract with our house. It seems absolutely bizarre that we've now been here for almost 8 months. Maybe I should clean up a bit and post some pictures. That would require cleaning though, so maybe not... ;)

p.p.s. The girls went to nursery for the first time yesterday. They did great which means church just got a whoooole lot easier. Huzzah!

Days off

I tried to upload this to facebook, but after 3 attempts, I gave up and decided to come to Blogger. The girls LOVE when Josh has days off because he is 3 million times more fun than I am. Take a look.

I love days off.

Lest you think we're dead

We are not. 

We are very much alive and the girls are getting crazier and crazier as the days go by. Take a look...

Ok, maybe it's just Sophie that's getting crazier. Lillian's getting cuter though. :)  

  

School has started and so far I'm enjoying it. I'm still just in two classes, but I have realized that it's a little harder to go to school now than when the girls were teeny tiny. They sleep a lot less, so I have to really stay on top of due dates and utilize nap time. Things are going well though and I'll eventually get that degree...

I think the girls are cutting a few new teeth. Their sleeping habits have been off, they're drooling and have been a little cranky. 

We've watched a lot of TV, stayed in our PJ's unacceptably too long, played outside,  spent time with family, and have eaten out a lot this past week and it's been beautiful. 

I actually have several posts lined up for next week, so my blog won't be so pathetic. Until then, enjoy the rest of the weekend and we'll 'see' you soon.

Life's a happy song when there's someone by your side to sing along.

Three years ago today, this happened.

And now, three homes, one college degree, four cars, at least six jobs, and two kids later I feel like this

And I know I shouldn't be too picky about the clip, but I'm a little bummed it cut out right before the dancing and the amazing key change. Youtube, you have failed me. 

Happy anniversary, Bean!

Sometimes I snap...

OK, maybe 'snap' is too strong of a word because that makes me sound like a crazy person. Sometimes, I get overwhelmed. Sometimes, I live in denial a little too long. Sometimes, I try to keep up with laundry, dishes, picking up after my havoc wreaking children, and school, but I fail. All of those 'sometimes' get noticed by my husband. And when he notices, he usually does really nice things instead of getting upset. Like, bringing me home one of my favorite movies, or my favorite processed cheese crackers, or a giant oreo shake, or being OK with me going on a little girl's night out and him staying home with the his little girls, or having a late night conversation with me just because I need to talk even though he really should be sleeping, or booking a hotel for a pre-anniversary get away (With the kiddos. I'm too chicken to leave them with anyone yet. Can you imagine? Me two days without my girls? Not happening...).

And the best part? After doing all of these nice things for me he says, "Now you can brag about your awesome husband to all the women on the internet." He's a smart man, that one. A smart man. Even if none of these things would have happened, I really got myself a catch. I think back to the year we dated and how many people didn't understand our relationship and I say fooey to all of them because really, Mr. Mangelson is a pretty great guy and I'm really glad I get to live my life with him. He gets me. He's in love my spontaneous dancing and singing and sometimes he even joins in! He know exactly what to say (or what not to say) when I'm in certain moods. He knows to order me a burger with no condiments or onions. He just gets me.

There are a lot of reason to brag about him over the internet, but I just like I didn't feel I needed to justify our dating relationship to anyone, I don't feel the need to boast about why he's so amazing. Just know that he is. He is definitely the one that keep me sane. He brings me back to reality and puts things in perspective. 

He is the best.

Image by Lindsey Orton

Completely unrelated side note: I can't find those earrings anywhere and it's breaking my heart. The dumb thing is that they only cost 50ish cents to make, so I should just go buy some more navy buttons, but for some reason I can't because I know the girls grabbed them off my night table thingy and ran off with them. They've got to be somewhere. I've just got to find them without stepping on them and impaling my foot.

An evening conversation part 2

 Britt: "We should go to bed soon."

Josh: "K. I just want to eat a cucumber first."

Taken at the Pumpkin Walk back in 2009.See more here.

And that is why I love him. 

part 1 {here}

29

It's Mr. Mangelson's birthday today. This is the first year (obviously) that we've had 3 birthdays in 4 days to celebrate and it proved to stress me out. I'm not sure I've done a good enough job making this day special for Josh, but I hope what I've got planned will be fun. Anyway, I like him and hope he has a very happy birthday. Last night, as I was getting things this song kept playing in my head, but I changed the "25" to "29". Dorky, right? Except we're not packing our suitcases and we're not moving. We just did that and we're just starting out. I am so excited to play out the rest of my life with him because he's pretty great. So Happy Birthday, Josh. I hope your birthday doesn't get completely overshadowed by the twins'.

Taken last year (obviously) when the girls were a week old. So, a week and 4 days (give or take) after Josh's birthday last year.

Busy

Things are busy over at our house. Here are some of the randomnesses that have been going on.

I'm going to attempt to make goodies for the girls' birthday party, so I've been searching for yummy recipes and the ingredients to make them.

I've been trying to unpack the last of our stuff and get things organized. 

I've been battling with myself over what I should do with school. I've come to the conclusion that there's nothing I can do until I officially see what I need to graduate. I'm pretty sure (and by pretty sure, I mean crossing my fingers, toes, and eye balls) that I only have 3 classes. If that's the case, I can't go to school until January, but that's OK because remember how I haven't taken a semester off since '06? Not even this past year of the girls' lives? What the H*#% was I thinking there? C's get degrees is my new educational mantra.

We've been trying to encourage Sophie to take more than 5 steps at a time. 

We've been chasing around a very fast crawling baby named Lillian, cleaning up the 6,892 messes she makes a day. 

We picked up Josh's brother from the air port after his two year mission for our church to Uruguay. He came home to two new nieces and a new nephew. It's crazy how much has happened to his family while he was gone. 

We went to the zoo with some of my family and Josh's family right after his brother got home. The company Josh works for is pretty awesome and gave us a booklet coupon thing for a bunch of free stuff to do this summer. The zoo was included. Wanna know what else was included? Food. Food as in FREE COTTON CANDY. That's was almost cooler than seeing the animals. My love for cotton candy is pretty deep. See examples here, here and especially here.

I've been busy making a slide show for the girls' birthday. It's almost 14 minutes long, so I haven't decided if I'll make people suffer through it because it's mostly for us. I'll probably stick it on the 'ole blog though. We'll see. 

We've officially mixed our last bottle of formula. The girls are fully on cow's milk and do great on it. I can't believe how quickly we go through a gallon now (especially since I really don't like milk, so I only have it with cereal) but it's SOOO much cheaper than formula. I know people call breastmilk liquid gold, but it's formula that is the price of gold. That stuff don't come cheap!

Josh has a taken a lot of over time recently because a few coworkers are out for a while. This means instead of being to work at 3 am 4 days a week, he's been doing it 5 days a week. 5 ten hour shifts that start in the middle of the night make for a very, very tired person. 

The girls have become obsessed with Josh. Obsessed. Yesterday, while he and Lillian were napping, I was playing with Sophie and she stops, starts looking around the room and says "Daddy? Da-da? DaDEE?" over and over again. They're officially over being with mom all day I think. 

And lastly, I've been frantically trying to figure out what to get Josh for his birthday tomorrow. He's usually not that hard to shop for because he tells you exactly what he wants. I think this is the first time since I've known him that he hasn't wanted something very specific, so I was at a loss. Luckily, he's pretty laid back about things like this and was OK with going to the mall and picking out a few things. I still feel like I have to give him something tomorrow, so I might make a late night trip to...somewhere... tonight and see what I can do. When the girls were born, he joked about how his birthday was no longer important because they were born just a few days after he was. Well, I'm DETERMINED to not make that happen. So... I've got work to do today. 

Because of all this, I haven't taken many pictures and the pictures I have taken have been kinda crappy. I'm planning on whipping out my little Rebel soon and once again the blog will be showered with pictures of adorable babies. Until then... here's this one. 

Have I already shared this one? Who knows and quite frankly, who cares?

2.5

*** Sometimes, I'm really dumb. I wrote this entire post thinking it was our 2 1/2 year anniversary (that counts as an anniversary, right?). Guess what? It's July, not June. Duh! Our 2 1/2 mark was June 19th. Today is July 19th. I guess that's what happens when you throw kids and buying a house into the mix. Oh well, I guess I just love Josh an extra months worth.***

WARNING! Super sappy post. Read at your own risk. 

It's been 2 1/2 years since Josh and I got married. This August, will be 4 years since we met and a year since we welcomed children into our home. It sounds so cliche, but I vividly remember the moment I decided that I liked him. We were in his room, (and no, we didn't go to BYU...) he was playing the This Side on his mandolin and I was talking to his roommate. As much as that mandolin (and all his other musical instruments) drive me batty sometimes, I love it. 

I've loved almost every second of these past 4 years. I've loved the leaps of faith we've taken together. I've loved being super, super poor with him. I love our inside jokes. I love our conversations. I love how we're not afraid to disagree with each other. I love how I get swallowed in his hugs. I love how much he cares about me and his baby girls. I love watching him be a father. I love how hard he works for us. 

 

 

 

 

The last two photographs taken by Sharon Johnson.

Yep, I love him. I'm so glad his extremely tall stature and mandolin caught my eye 4 years ago.

And just in case you don't know about Nickel Creek...

This will always be one of my very favorite songs. :)

An evening conversation

Brittany: My uncle Frank has a grapefruit tree at his home in Florida and when I was a kid, he sent us a big box of grapefruits for Christmas. He also sent a bunch of grapefruit spoons that had jagged edges to cut into the sections. Growing up, I got used to eating grapefruit with grapefruit spoons and now I'm not sure how to eat them with a regular spoon. 

Josh: {looks at Brittany for about 15 seconds before saying...} Seriously?

Brittany: It's true! {squirts juice in eye}

Taken two years ago in California.

Anyone know where I can find a grapefruit spoon?

p.s. The house we're hoping to get is no longer listed. Wanna know why??? It's under contract. 

 By us.

A little bit of a lot of stuff

In the cloth diapering world, there's a small debate between snaps and velcro. Personally, I think it's useful to have both. Velcro, are super easy. Just like disposables. Josh likes them because he doesn't have to count snaps and keep track on which ones we're on, and I like them because you can get a perfect fit. However, velcro definitely has a few downfalls. It wears out easier than snaps do and...well, see below

 Babies learn to take them off pretty quickly. It looks like it's time for the 'snaps with no pants' rule!

In Lillian news (because I feel like you've seen a lot of Sophie lately) she's a bit under the weather. She's battling an ear infection and teething. Yuck. The poor thing wants to be held constantly and refuses to eat most of the time. We've got her on a bunch of medicine, so hopefully she'll get better soon. For now, she mostly just sits and watches Sophie play.

 However, put her in a bath, and she goes back to her happy self. 

 

In Mama news, I'm almost done with the semester. I didn't realize that I had another exam in one of my classes (I thought the one I took on Monday was my final) but I'm not too worried about it, because somehow by the grace of free extra credit my grade got bumped from a 68% to an 88%. Truthfully, I wouldn't care if my final grade was a 68% (ok, maybe I should at least shoot for a 70%) but with an 88%, I might take the final in my sleep! 

I also was able to spend a few hours with Becky and her boys yesterday. Holy cow, guys. They are adorable. It's crazy how much you forget about newborns in just 6 months. You'd think I didn't have two babies of my own for how nervous I was around them. Oh and I committed my biggest pet peeve. I didn't give Grey his whole bottle. When other people feed my babies, I try to stress that they need to drink their entire bottle. When your babies are dependent on a certain number of ounces, or minutes nursing, you get feeding down to a science. I usually know exactly how much they'll eat, but sometimes they don't eat it right away. A lot of times, people assume they're done and the babies only get half of their bottles. It's not the biggest deal now, because I know they'll eat more later, but when you're dealing with 2 month olds that are 8-9lbs...it's a pretty big deal. Well, I ate my words while I tried to feed Grey. Sadly, I only was able to get him to eat a 1/3 of his bottle! Major fail on my part. Sorry again, Becky...

And finally, in Josh news, he still gets up ridiculously early for work. I think I'm now officially getting more sleep than he is (updated baby sleeping post coming soon) and he put up with 3 crazy girls in his home. He's a keeper. He really, really is. 

Thanks for all your votes the past few days. I'm really intimidated about the whole thing. The blogs that have a lot of votes, are super popular blogs. Like super, super popular. I really don't think my blog is worthy to be in the ranks of them, but thanks for humoring me and voting!

Oh, and my pictures are bigger because I ran out of flikr space this month so I uploaded them through blogger. The post below was pretty ridiculous and when I do 'The many faces of Lillian" post, I'll be sure to make a picture collage. Lesson learned!