MIA

I like to think I am fairly mellow about many things, particularly things related to keeping a clean home. My mantra is definitely NOT cleanliness is next to Godliness, mostly because I can think of better things to do than making sure the house is spick and span, and I usually find abandoned projects during my cleaning sprees that distract me, so things never get done. Our house usually passes as clean, but with a list of extra cleaning projects that need to be done "when I find the time." A perfect example is when Keith learned that Gran GG was visiting, his eyes lit up and he asked if she could iron pretty much everything in his closet. I did breathe a sigh of relief because ironing is mind numbingly boring and takes too long in my opinion. And Gran GG has a lot of energy that we need to help her burn off, so I was all for her ironing. And mopping, dusting, cleaning, etc. etc.

Having said all of that, there is one thing that drives me nutso, and it seems one of my darling sons is going to be particularly good at making this problem worse. What is the problem? Check it out for yourself.


Missing socks! That's right, you're familiar with this problem. You put the clothes in the washing machine, then transfer ALL the clothes into the dryer, but when you go to fold the clothes later, there are several pairs of socks with no partner! It's maddening! And Cole seems to be adept at losing one sock even before it goes into the washing machine. When asked about this, he said:

So I thought maybe his brother would be able to shed a little light on the location of Cole's socks, but here was Grady's response:


Keith and I are usually pretty good at working as a team to take care of household tasks, but when confronted with the problem, Keith said: "Seriously Trudi, you interrupted my movie watching for this? I am busy. And can you bring me a diet Coke since you're already up?"

Ah, life with three men.

Meet the GrandPeoples

Since the boys are 11 weeks old today, it's about time we introduce you to the other peoples in their lives. You've already met Karen and her gang, right? Now let's talk about the grandpeoples a bit.

First up is Ouma and Oupa. That's Grandma and Grandpa in Afrikaans, my family's first language. Sadly, when Karen had kids my mom (from here on out called Nana) decided Ouma is too old-sounding and she is now called Nana instead. Being the independent thinker I am, I going to teach Cole and Grady to call her Ouma. I know you cringed reading that, Mom! Hahahaha. I am pretty sure Grandpa Lourens will be OK being called whatever, so either Oupa or Old Man, as the rest of us call him. Anyways, Nana and Grandpa Lourens live pretty close to us, and have already been providing some babysitting (thank you!).


The other side of the family has Gran GG and Grampie/Grampy. I've not gotten any clarification if Grampie/y prefers the "ie" or the "y", so I am taking the liberty of deciding for him, it's "ie". Trivial, I know, but as someone whose name has many, many hundreds of times been given the incorrect ending (it's Trudi with an "i", people!), I tend to notice that. Gran GG and Grampie live near the beach, which will make for great vacations when the boys are a little older.

There are even Great-GrandPeoples to talk about, but that will have to wait until later, 'cause now it's tubby time.

More Eye Candy

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Flashback!

Today I spent a little time looking at the pictures of the boys that were taken two months ago, and I can hardly believe the changes! See for yourself:

Grady Then and Now:















Cole, Then and Now:


















But perhaps the most striking transformation has been mine. Here I am, all bright eyed and bushy tailed (and having a great hair day), then two months later. It's 5:30PM, and I am going outside for the first time, I haven't showered and I am pretty sure I wore that gray shirt the day before. Can't remember for sure, though.














Hey, no one said the parenting of twins was pretty.

2 Months

That's right, that's how old the boys are today. Can you believe it? We had our 2 month checkups today, and the boys are doing great! Both are a good size, Cole weighing in at 10lbs, 4.8 ounces and Grady at 12 lbs, 1.8 ounces. Clearly, Cole's got some catching up to do, but he's working on it! Both are withing the normal range percentile-wise, but as our doctor pointed out, if we adjust their age to reflect their 4.5 week early arrival, their weight and size would be off the charts. BIG babies for being early. What can I say, we like to grow 'em big.

Here they are, preparing to go to the doctor. And to spit up all over the cute outfits.