Pumpkin Patch Princesses

Can you believe it's already November? Thanksgiving will be here before we know it, and then Christmas. That stresses me out a little because I haven't even thought about Christmas shopping yet. Oh well, I've always started late, so this year should be no different.

We hope everyone had a great Halloween night. We worked a booth at the Prestonwood Fall Festival, and there were lots of people there as usual. The girls rode around in the stroller for about 2 hours while mom and dad took turns at the Pirate Toss booth. They got pretty restless after a while and wanted to run around which was not possible since there were so many people. But, we had a good time! I figure this is the last year that we can get away with not trick or treating.

Backtracking a little, the girls had their 2 year checkup at the pediatrician about 2 weeks ago, and I am happy to say that they are both on the charts for the first time! Here are the status:

Allie:
Weight: 27 pounds (50%)
Height: 32.75 inches (15%)
Head: 47.75 cm (55%)

Brooke:
Weight: 26 pounds, 4 ounces (40%)
Height: 33.25 inches (20%)
Head: 47 cm (40%)

We were pretty excited about the percentages! Our little two pound babies are finally catching up!

Well, that's all I got for now. I'll leave you with lots of pictures b/c dad's the witty one, not me ;)

We stopped by a pumpkin patch last week...A & B trying to decide which way to go first

Quick shot with mom before the girls head in opposite directions.

These pumpkins are just our size

But, Allie likes these even better!

Brooke's using her super power strength to try and lift this one

B & A having a snack in daddy's chair

Brooke doing some stretching before a big meal

Allie showing off her skils with a spoon

Eating is exhausting!

Another One Bites the Dust...

"Pssst, Sis! I just heard that Mom N' Dad are going to some station with a college or something like that. I heard Mom say that Dad's boys were going to get beaten like rented mules! I thought he just had us two girls? By the way, what is a West Texas Sand Flea? And I thought TCEH was spelled TECH?"

"You mean Grandma gets to take care of us ALL DAY LONG? Can you say shopping and cookies!?"

I can still muster a smile...I was back on campus...and the game hadn't started yet! Oh the day started off so promising...Do we clash or what?

The pics below are of the girl's shopping excursion through the "Mall of Dad" Mom was away at bootcamp and the girls wanted to go shopping like their Mom does so well...and often! Notice the bags on their arm like a purse and the gowns...

Here we are leaving the appliance floor...I guess A was just window shopping!

B in Kitchenware...

A joins in to. "Oh, look sis, this towel would go great with our crib sheets!"

Security camera feed...no shop lifting going on here!

Serious about shopping

If I had a Million Dollars...

Sorry that it has been a while since the last post. I have gone into a sort of football induced depression over here. The Aggies really suck...and by suck, I mean SUCK!!! Now that Texas is #1 in the nation, very dark days lay ahead for me. Do they make NCAA branded Prozac?

A collection (above) of pics of the twins enjoying their cousin's birthday. Any excuse to get them dressed alike...can you tell who is who?

Here I am getting the girls ready for potty training. I think we are going to do the whole M&M reward thing...what better way to get them craving those little confections than to get them addicted to them...just call me the Dealer!

We have a three kinds of throw pillows at our house - Mom's, Dad's and the girl's. Here they are sitting on their pillows enjoying some generic goldfish that a curiously shaped like bunnies? (yummy!)

This Kiss, This Kiss...

I need to vent! We have the sweetest and most wonderful set of 2 year olds in the world! Except for nighttime! When it comes to going to bed Allie is having none of it. Brooke, for the most part, plops down with her Pooh, Hippo and "Cupa" (Sippy Cup) and goes straight to bed. She will even climb down from my lap when I whisper, "Wanna go nite-nite?" and walk herself to her crib. Allie on the other hand fights it daily. Upon entry into her crib, she cries and proceeds to throw her Tigger, Pig, and "Cupa" out of the crib. She will cry for close to two hours if we let her. The one side of the coin says to comfort her. The other says to let her cry it out. Well the only thing is that the few things that she could use to comfort herself she chunks out of the crib Favre style! What say you?

Don't you want a kiss from one of these monkies? Apple sauce has never looked so yummy, huh?

Ring Around the Rosie...

...and no that is not a mention of the O'Donnell persuasion...that would be a BIG ring!

"C" is for cookie that's good enough for me...

There is a 1 to 1 ratio on cookies eaten and belly showing! Dad learned that the hard way! Is that short to small or is the belly too big?

Oreos tastes better when they actually make it into your mouth!

Check out these snazzy patent leather mary jane's (well that is what the moms tell me they are called!) They could not get enough of these shoes, as you can tell be those dressy shoes with a t-shirt. That snooty chick from "What Not To Wear" would throw up in her mouth if she saw these...

Look what the girls learned at therapy over the last few weeks. They outpaced "granJoy" and could have kept going and going...

What is it about a camera that makes kids freeze like deer in headlights? "A" was doing some serious toddler donuts around her grandmother's legs and as soon as whip out the camera...she stops. Typical around these parts...

Baby Talk…

“My Phone!” – The girls have real cell phones…don’t worry they don’t work. They only make noise but the girls love “talking” on them.

“Doggy, Arf! Arf!” – They say this whenever they see a dog…or a cat, or a cow, or a cartoon pig on the AIG commercial.

“Cow, Moo!” – There is one certain pasture by our house with a few cows and no matter if they see the actual cows or not, they say it. But there is the occasionally “Cow, Arf!” and “Dog, Moo!” as well…

“Dadda” – of course they should be saying this…but EVERYTIME they see a red truck? OCD anyone?

“My baby” – we have officially graduated from blocks and rings to dolls…and when I mean dolls, I mean bath time doll, nighttime doll, out on the town doll, etc…being the only boy in this house stinks sometimes.

"Paci Go nite, nite" – They say this when the rare occasion that they are actually wanting to go to bed, or just to tell us that they aren’t babies anymore…

“Bless you!” – When one of us sneezes…it is so polite…and FUNNY!

“Poo, Poo?” – Kind of self explanatory but they tell you whether they are about to go or just went…

“Where’s [insert family member]” – very inquisitive looking with the head tilt and arms stretched out…this one melts my heart.

“Football” – they particularly like the Romo kid…

“Hi [insert certain classmate]” – that happens to live down the street from us. Whenever we get close to school or just go out front to play. They call for their friend to come and play with them.

Happy Birthday To Me...

As if there was any question as to where the girls get their good looks! HA! This is our nightly ritual, chilling with Dad while he watches Sportscenter or if mom is home, Y&L...barf!
"Dad's butt is this big! Wow!"

No shoes on the furniture went real well! They love that big chair. Jumping, climbing, drooling on it...
A giving her best Lil' John - "Yeeeaaahhhh!"

B is a little bit more subdued with her shades. But this was the 1,432 time she said "On" because she had taken her shades "off!"

Doing her best David Blaine magic impression...making tissue paper more interesting than the actual gifts!


Thank for all the presents...the girls loved the tissue and bags!

Mmmmm....Cupcakes! Expensive Cupcakes...

B's lost headshot for her audition to be the Joker! I think the cupcake company used Sharpie ink for food dye...this stuff stuck!

And the're off! Its chubby belly in the lead, but rambunctious is gaining...picky eater coming around the bend and it is SUPER CUTE by a nose!

Viva Las Vegas...

So I am single...calm down...it is just for a few days. Mom is in Vegas for a MUCH deserved girls weekend. Enjoy it baby, you have earned it!

HOWEVER, I should have negotiated this weekend jaunt a bit better. I am such a loser. I agreed to her trip about 2 months ago when the numbness of "nothing but baseball" was fresh and reeling it's ugly head the most. Now I am a "single dad" the FIRST WEEKEND OF COLLEGE FOOTBALL! Hear me now and cry for me later...if you know me...in the least...you know that I would steal from my own mom to watch me some college football. Now I am stuck with kids using me as a jungle gym while I try to catch a glimpse of the would be Aggie receiver snagging passes for the Cyclones. I am getting a fleeting glance of Baylor getting beat at home (HA! HA!) while the girls lay in my lap while their pacifiers and sippy cups battle for mouth time!

Remind me to keep my wife happy!

Standing Outside the Fire....

"I have the Power!"

"Hey dad, an Aggie walks into a bar..."

A: "Hey sissy, smell this one!"
B: "Rotten Eggs! That one is going to freak daddy out!"

"Daddy, I have a surprise for you..."

"...I had nothing to do with that!"