Contraband

This morning I was going insane trying to keep the twins at bay while I cleaned up from our whirlwind weekend. I finally asked the boys to take the babies down to the basement and show them some toys. I cleaned for a little while, and decided to check the computer. I only read 2 blog entries, my CIL Kathryn and Kierste, both about their twin girls. I was ready to start back to work, but finishing Kierste's comment... hadn't pressed send yet, and the comment was something about how cute it was when the girls shared contraband snacks with each other. I felt a little squishy hand on my arm, and looked at my overjoyed Kierste, covered in Miranda's pink birthday cake, and her sister, opening the office shutters with her cakey hands. I followed their trail back to the kitchen - each of them took a different route, of course - and I am happy to say I chose the good part. I had already been upset today. I had already found myself inwardly thinking of all the rooms that locked.

This time, I got the camera and blogged it.

Strawberry cake with a package of Wild Strawberry Jello and pineapple in it doesn't look as messy as it is when you're following it with a washrag down the hall and through the dining room. I thought it would be fun to make it Texas sheet cake style for Sunday dinner, so everyone's piece was more fancy looking: larger and flatter... but all it did was make more surface area for baby hands... we were going to finish that off for FHE tonight!

Happily unashamed of her amazing find!

So, okay, here are some other recent contraband incidents. While I made dinner, I saw H & K out on the tramp together, and thought it was cute that they were just 2 little dots out in the yard together. Grabbed the camera.

What sweet pals.

Zoomed in on my darlings. What the...

Sharing the last of the bagels from the bread drawer.

Whole wheat appetizers for impending dinner... fine.

Okay, in hindsight I realize the cupcakes -- you know, the grody, more-than-a-truckload-of-food-coloring ones -- were too close to the edge of the counter.

The consolation for the trauma of all that food coloring coming down on your face? Getting stripped naked and eating them on the deck

And sister wins, too

Twinners

Okay -- The portraits that will grace the walls for the next while. I absolutely can't believe these pills. THREE sittings, so many frowns, and finally, I take Halle's hairband out of her hand, and it snaps back at her. And Fred snaps the picture. Ta-da! They were never so happy to see someone check out of KK.

I'm not saying I wasn't smiling. I haven't laughed that hard for a long time. I was amazed at the cold, stone frowns--nay, glares they gave the 3 other girls who tried their hand at this. Then red-haired Fred came on the set, and their glares turned to mild disinterest. 45 minutes later, these rare moments turned up:

Halle -- Unexpected Gift

Kierste -- Follower of Christ

Like most little ones, they love their baths. But they also love:

Getting wrapped up and sitting on the counter for a few minutes playing in the mirror with Mommy. I say, "Who wants to get out and be a Lucky Duck?"

Where was this smile--yea, glee on portrait day?

Happy Note: When Jeff's brothers (we won't embarrass Alex & Tyler by posting their names outside of parenteses) were younger, they would disguise giving hugs & kisses after prayers by calling them "an H and a K."

Halle, AKA: Hals, Hallery, HallyPal, Bethy, Halla

Kierste, AKA: Keekers, Kiki, Janie, Bitty One, Kiersta

(Pills), Twinners, Babies, Tiny Ones, BooBoo's, Pumpstebooeys, Princess Booeys

H&K = Hugs & Kisses