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Digital photography, how I love you…

NINE MONTHS!

This time I’m gonna skip the “oh my god they’ve grown so faaaast” junk & just get right to the photos. Cos there’s lots of ‘em. (I may have taken 259. So yeah. Lots.)

There's a fan up there, and it is VERY interesting.

There’s a fan up there, and it is VERY interesting.

The fan is no longer interesting.

The fan is no longer interesting.

"Um, you are NOT pointing your butt at me, Chloe..."

“Um, you are NOT pointing your butt at me, Chloe…”

"Raaaaawwwrrrr!"

“Raaaaawwwrrrr!”

Chloe is really pushing it...

Chloe is really pushing it…

Someone is NOT in a pleasant mood...

Someone is NOT in a pleasant mood…

"I think Chloe needs a timeout, mom."

“I think Chloe needs a timeout, mom.”

...

"Uh... Why are we on the timeout chair TOGETHER?"

“Uh… Why are we on the timeout chair TOGETHER?”

"I don't even BELONG here... Chloe was the bad one... This is crap..."

“I don’t even BELONG here… Chloe was the bad one… This is crap…”

"Get OFF me Chloe..."

“Get OFF me Chloe…”

"I need a nap. Being your sister is exhausting."

“I need a nap. Being your sister is exhausting.”

I’ll stop myself here. I assure you, there are a LOT more I could post… but I’ll spare you the other 200+ photos. That would make for one mighty long blog post (and many, many unfollowers).

Why is 6 afraid of 7?*

8 months!

Yesterday the girls turned 8 months old.

In-sane.

How did this even happen? Where did my teeny little babies go?! Ahhhh!!

In keeping with tradition, I took their monthly “sit on the couch/lay down with letter magnets” photos yesterday afternoon. But I also took some shots of them in their nursery, pre-bath. Both sets produced a few keepers, so in true “proud mamma” fashion, I’m going to share both of them. However, I won’t totally bombard my poor readers with a gazillion baby photos at once. (You’re welcome.) I’ll save the nursery photos for another post.

Soooo here’s the “usual” (boring?) shots:

Fun fact: I've had these magnets on my fridge for as long as I can remember. Way before even considering having kids. I'm cool like that.

Fun fact: I’ve had these magnets on my fridge for as long as I can remember. Way before even considering having kids. I’m cool(?) like that.

Chloe has been the queen of goofy/awkward faces lately. Ev is not impressed.

Chloe has been the queen of goofy/awkward faces lately. Ev is not impressed.

"Don't talk smack about my sister, mom..."

“Don’t talk smack about my sister, mom…”

"What? Who you talkin' smack about, mamma?"

“What? Who you talkin’ smack about, mamma?”

"Talk smack about us, you get no smiles!!"

“Talk smack about us, you get no smiles!!”

"Take all the pics you want, we're NOT gonna smile for you..."

“Take all the pics you want, we’re NOT gonna smile for you…”

"Did you hear that, mom? Chloe totally farted!"

“Woah! Did you hear that, mom? Chloe totally farted!”

"We still don't wanna smile... but... FARTS ARE HILARIOUS!!!"

“We still don’t wanna smile… but… FARTS ARE HILARIOUS!!!”

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And here’s the “Late March 2013″ edition of “2 weeks in 2 minutes”:
(It was more like ONE minute, but eh… what can ya do…)

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*cos 7 8 9.

Farewell, February. (Why you gotta be so short?)

I can’t believe tomorrow is the first day of March. Where the hell did February go? Slow down, 2013! Geez.

Welp, cereal is still enemy #1 in the Rose house. Actually, that’s not entirely true. Despite sometimes crying through the whole thing, Ev has been eating like a champ. Chloe, on the other hand, well… She needs work. Her mouth wants the food, but her tongue says no.

I consulted Dr. Google and it may be the “tongue thrust reflex”, which causes her to push the food back out. Some people say to take a break and try again in a week or so. Others say to just keep truckin’ and she’ll eventually get a hang of it. Since we already have to feed one baby, we decided to keep on keepin’ on with Chloe. Ev gets about 3 tbsp, while we just give Chloe a little appetizer of 1 tbsp. Hopefully she catches on soon and realizes how FREAKIN’ AWESOME solid food is. (Well, maybe not bland baby oatmeal mush… Okay, I spose I can understand her resistance.)

Now that Easter is officially one month away, we need to figure out what to do about the whole Easter Bunny situation. Even though the girls’ first experience with Santa wasn’t much of a hit, I kinda feel like they NEED to meet the Easter Bunny too. I just don’t want to pay the crazy-high $30 mall fee for them to do it.

So the search is on for a more affordable Easter Bunny option. Perhaps we can make Grandpa throw on a pair of bunny ears & paint on some whiskers? Too traumatic? Ehhh…

Alright, to properly wrap up the month of February, here’s my second collection of Vine videos. Babies, Obama & Maury, oh my!

Love is (not) in the air…

So, it’s Valentine’s Day.

Let’s pretend that I got all dressed up and went out for a fancypants dinner with my husband.
Let’s pretend he brought me a dozen roses and a box of expensive vegan chocolates.
(They were oh-so-yummy.)

And since we’re all about bullshitting pretending, let’s pretend these are NOT Christmas dresses and that they wore them for more than 10 minutes.

Nope, not their Christmas dresses.

Nope, not their Christmas dresses.

"Um, mom... Christmas is over." Shhh!

“Um, mom… Christmas is over.” Shhh!

"Ev is so uptight..."

“Ev is so uptight…”

"Look Ev! It's my butt!"

“Look Ev! It’s my butt!”

"Why can't I be an only child?"

“Why can’t I be an only child?”

"Raaarrrrrrrr!!!"

“Move overrrrr!!!”

....

….

"Can I just sit over here and play with my feet in peace?"

“Ev tried to eat my arm. I’m safer here on the floor, playing with my toes.”

"Woo! The chair's all MINE now!"

“Woo! The chair’s all MINE!”

To half-birthday, or not to half-birthday…

Ok, imma just go ahead and say it: I think this recent trend of celebrating your “half-birthday” is bullshit.

There is no half birthday. It’s either your birthday or it isn’t. There’s no “halfway mark”. No mid-year hump to get over. You simply get ONE day. No “birthday weeks” or “birthday weekends”. ONE. EFFING. DAY.

However…

TODAY IS TOTALLY THE TWINS’ HALF-BIRTHDAY!!!

6 WHOLE MONTHS ALREADY! AHHHH!!!

Ahem… So yeeeeah, like I said, half-birthdays only count when you’re babies who don’t know any better. ;)

Now that I’ve got that squared away, let there be cute!

No smiles today... Guess they didn't buy into the half-birthday crap either.

No smiles today… Guess they didn’t buy into the half-birthday crap either.

Mom, half-birthdays are total bullsh*t.

“Mom, half-birthdays are total bullsh*t.”

Aaaand there's the pout.

“This is boring.”

Hands are neat.

“I guess I’ll just twiddle my thumbs… Hands are neat.”

"Where's our half-birthday cake?"

“Where’s our half-birthday cake?”

Chloe's looking for the cake too...

“Chloe wants some too… Where is it, moooom?”

"We're waiting..."

“We’re waiting…”

.....

…..

WORST HALF-BIRTHDAY EVER.

“WORST HALF-BIRTHDAY EVER.”

Flying into the New Year

New Year’s Eve was rather uneventful in the Rose house this year.

To be honest, we’ve never been much for parties, being the antisocial/awkward dweebs that we are.

So in typical dweeb style, we invited my parents over for a few hours.

We hung out with the girls, played a few games, ate some snacks…

Oh, and Everly learned to fly.

"Would you be mad if I spit up on you right now?"

“Would you be mad if I spit up on you right now?”

"Weeee! I love this more than Judge Joe Brown!"

“Weeee! I love this more than Judge Joe Brown!”

"Um... Why am I not in the air?"

“Um… Why am I not in the air?”

"Thanks grandpa. You're alright."

“Thanks grandpa. You’re alright.”

"What? Chloe is asleep & missing all the fun?"

“What? Chloe is asleep & missing all the fun?”

"hahaha Sucks for Chloe!"

“hahaha Sucks for Chloe!”

"Aw, crap... This is what I get for gloating..."

“Aw, crap… This is what I get for gloating…”

 

Five Months, Frilly Frocks.

Ahhhh! They're real, actual people!

5 months!!

They’re starting to look like real people now! Not that they weren’t before, but you know — they look less infant-y.

It’s getting easier for relatives (and us!) to tell them apart now.

They can squeal. And babble. And giggle.

Sometimes they even screech like two angry cats. (Not a fan.)

Oh, and they roll… sorta. Rolling to their tummy? Easy. Rolling from their tummy back to their, uh, back? Ain’t happenin’. And they are NOT pleased when they’re stuck on their bellies. So they let us know… by screeching. LOUDLY.

But I’m not complaining… Despite their noisier presence as of late, they’re still the best (only) darn kiddos I’ve ever had. ;)

Serious little people.

Serious little people.

Woo! Belly button! Wooooo!

Woo! Belly button! Wooooo!

Lounging Ev. / Chunk of C's ear.

Lounging Ev. / Chunk of C’s ear.

"Please disregard my boogers."

“Please disregard my boogers.”

The Drool Sisters.

The Drool Sisters.

Dweebs.

Dweebs.

These socks have a 5-minute "foot life".

These socks have a 5-minute “foot life”.

End of the year review post coming soon. I’ve been busy lazy. :)

Babies are kinda Scrooge-y at Christmastime.

Another year, another Christmas come and gone. *sniff*

I swear, the older I get, the shorter the holiday season feels. When I was little, the anticipation of the big day was excruciating. The days seemed to drag on and on, highlighted only by the beloved prime time Christmas cartoons (nothing says “holiday spirit” better than a flamboyant little elf who just wants to be a goddamn dentist!). These days, November and December just swoosh by faster than you can say “FRA-GEE-LAY”.

I was hoping this year would be different, now that I have kids and all. But nope — I quickly came to the sad conclusion that babies aren’t “kids” at all, they’re just freakin’ babies. And babies don’t give two craps about Christmas. Not even the presents. Hell, they won’t even help open the damn things. However, despite their (forgivable) drawbacks, they most certainly were a pretty awesome addition to the ever-shortening holiday season.

It's Christmas? Guess how many craps we give.

It’s Christmas? Guess how many craps we give.

Why did you wipe my face? That was my festive Christmas drool!

Why did you wipe my face? That was my festive Christmas drool!

She's not excited about Santa; she's watching Judge Joe Brown. It's Joe Time!

She’s not excited about Santa; she’s watching Judge Joe Brown. It’s Joe Time!

Chloe was all about ruining her sister's photoshoot. "BLARRRRGH!"

Chloe was all about ruining her sister’s photoshoot. “BLARRRRGH!”

"Seriously Chloe??!"

“Seriously Chloe??!”

Ev wasn't sure about the whole "dress" thing...

Ev wasn’t sure about the whole “dress” thing…

Looks like *someone* saw mommy kissing Santa Claus... Good thing she can't talk yet.

Looks like *someone* saw mommy kissing Santa Claus… Good thing she can’t talk yet.

How to Create the Perfect Christmas Photo (Spoiler: You can’t!)

(This elf is not my baby. He's pretty awesome though.)

(This elf is not my baby. He’s pretty awesome though.)

Fun Fact: Four-month old’s can’t sit up on their own. (Unless they’re over-achieving little freaks.)
Fun Fact #2: Four-month old’s have the attention span of a turd. (Yeah, I realize that turds don’t have brains,  but just humor me…)
Therefore: Four-month old’s are really friggin’ HARD to photograph. (Not to mention when said four-month old has a clone. A non-sitting, ADD-having clone.)

But… it’s Christmas! We NEED the perfect holiday photo of our little ones!

Why, yes. Yes we do. So let’s add a little spice to the mix: 2 fancypants holiday dresses (just begging to be spit-up on), baby tights (so loose that they’d probably fit ME), and a colorful string of ultra-distracting Christmas lights. Great! Now you’re ready to take the most adorably festive Christmas baby pictures the world has ever seen! Or… not so much. Please refer to Fun Facts 1 & 2.

Unless you’re a professional photographer, and/or the most patient person on earth, you’re gonna have to scrap your plans for “Most Perfect Baby’s 1st Christmas Photo EVER”.

Sorry to crush your dreams, but here’s what to expect:

Your plan: You’ll prop your baby (babies in my case) up into a pseudo sitting position on the couch. They’ll look so cute & grown up sitting there in their fancy outfits!
Reality: If they’re not able to sit on their own yet, good luck faking it. Chances are, they’ll slooowly slide down into an unflattering, double-chin-exposing position, or simply fall forward face-down onto the cushion. Cute!

Slooowly sliding down... With bonus doofus face.

Slooowly sliding down… With bonus doofus face.

Your plan: You’ll buy the *perfect* Christmas outfit — sparkly accessories and all! They’ll love looking so fancy!
Reality: Baby clothes can be a bitch to put on and rarely fit right. Baby tights labeled “0-9 months” will NOT fit the average 4-month old. Cute accessories just means more work for YOU and let’s face it — the babies really don’t give a shit.

They don't give a shit. Also: drool.

They don’t give a shit. Also: drool.

Your plan: You’ll use fun props, like Christmas lights, to make the photo extra festive! Plus, it’ll keep the baby’s attention so they won’t be distracted by other things in the room.
Reality: Sure, it looks cute, but the babies aren’t interested in what’s right within grabbing distance. They want to look at the lamp you’re using to light the scene. Or the ever-thrilling white ceiling above them. Anything that’s not in the direction of the camera.

"Everything is so much more interesting to the right!"

“Yeah mom, we know you want us to look at the camera, but everything is so much cooler over THERE…”

Your plan: Both babies (if you happen to have two) will look sweetly at the camera and be still/close enough to both be in focus. It’ll be the cutest thing EVER!
Reality: Haha-freaking-ha! One baby is hard enough… Getting TWO tots to cooperate is next to impossible. There will be a TON of shots with one perfect, smiling baby and one blurred-out ghost-looking baby. SO. FRUSTRATING. I suppose you could photoshop the better ones together, but I like to keep it real, yo.

Happy baby & ghost baby.

Happy baby & ghost baby.

So there you go. Still up to the challenge? Keep in mind, I didn’t include the meltdowns, frequent breaks to wipe up drool, or obsessing over ISO settings & aperture adjustments. Fun times!!

Without further ado… Here is my not-so-perfect “First Christmas Photo”, as used on our holiday cards:

Perfect? No. Good enough? Heck yes.

Perfect? No. Good enough? Heck yes.

Happy little girls, or solemn little boys? Either way, I am thankful.

I had no intentions of making Thanksgiving cards (seriously, who does that?), but I stumbled upon a special offer for 10 free photo cards — with free shipping to boot. How could I not take advantage? I love free stuff! The only catch was that the offer was only good that day, so we had to kinda scramble to create a “Thanksgiving-y” photo of the girls.

Sadly, our little tofurkys weren’t feeling very photogenic, so we had to make due.

But so what if they’re not smiling?
Smiling’s overrated.

And so what if they look like little boys?
Little boys are people too. ;)

Solemn little boys?

Okay, so I think it goes without saying what I’m thankful this year. But say I will…

First and foremost, I’m thankful for my little rosebuds. And how healthy they were/are, for being born almost 6 weeks early. And how they didn’t need any extra NICU time. I’m still amazed by their sheer awesomeness.

I’m thankful for being vegan. I wouldn’t be surprised if it played a role in the aforementioned healthiness. Yay leaves & twigs!

I’m thankful for my family, on my side and Mike’s. Everyone was here for me during my pregnancy, and continue to be now that the girls have arrived. I couldn’t ask for a better support system.

Speaking of Mike, I’m thankful for my husband. Sure, he drives me crazy at times, and we bicker like an old couple, but we make a pretty good team, nonetheless. Plus, he’s my baby daddy, yo.

There’s sooo many more things that I’m thankful for this year, but I’ll spare everyone the novel that listing them all would entail. (You’re welcome.)

I hope that everyone reading this (uh, mom?) has a fantastic Thanksgiving!! :)

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