It's a blur.

My life is chaos. I have these imaginary milestones in my head, when life will suddenly become everything my planning brain wants it to be:
Everything will be easier once the twins can entertain themselves with toys...or once Kyle gets back from his business trip...or once the twins can eat baby food...once Elle is potty trained...once we no longer share a room with the twins in my mother's house...

The list gets longer every day.

The truth of the matter is, life with four children 4 and under is utter and complete chaos, and I am making it up as I trudge along. One thing is for sure-- I give this whole mothering job everything I've got from the moment I wake up, through all hours of the day, and all night long. Someday, I hope to look back at this stage, this blur of time, and think, "HAH! I DID IT!"

I think my kids are settling in nicely to our new routine in San Diego. London has dance class and music class, and Elle is in a Mommy & Me dance class on Saturday mornings. My siblings spoil my children like you wouldn't believe, and my kids revel in the constant attention, affection, and words of affirmation. The twins and I spend the afternoons on a blanket on the front lawn, while the girls ride their bikes and collect rollie pollies. Everyone gets home from work around 6, and we make dinner together while passing the twins from one person to the next.

Taking the girls to Sea World

Elle's first dance class!

Here is an excerpt from Elle:
"Hey, guys! Good morning! How you doing today? Yeah? Great! Okay! Hey, Mom, I want cheeyos and milk! I want cheeyos and milk! PLEASE! Oh, thanks, welcome, Mom! Ooooh, this is too 'licious! I want watch the hhhorsey show, okay, Mom? Yeah? Mom, I want cuddle with you. Okay? I love you too much, Mom. Yeah!"-------She prances away on her tippy toes, giggling to herself. And this is why she "takes a little rest" for 4 hours a day.

And one from London:

Twinning.

"I'm a grown up. I'm four-and-a-half. See, first, you're one, and then two, and then three, and then four, and next, I'll be five. That's actually really big. Except I'm not going to kindergarten because you have to get kindergarten shots, and those hurt really bad. So I'm just going to first grade instead."

A little bit about the twins...

Henry:

Oh, Henry. He loves me like I didn't know a child could love their mother. I make him laugh out loud just by looking at him. He squeals when I enter the room, hugs me tight around the neck, and kisses me right on the lips, with an open, drooling, toothless mouth. He sits up like a champ, but is so bad at crawling- he prefers to do the downward dog. I think he'll walk before he gets the crawling thing figured out. 

Juliette:

She smiles and her entire face has light beams shooting out of it. Everyone calls her Peanut [*except Elle, who calls her peanter butter]. She zips around the house, crawling like a lizard, squeaking her merry way from one room to the next. She loves to be held by anyone and everyone, but she loves her big sister, London, most of all. She HATES baby food. Every delicious flavor I make from scratch. ALL OF IT. I think she'll nurse until she's 27. 

Date Night at the BYU game!

With the Borgias at Balboa Park

Visiting the world's #1 smoothie maker-- Noah Hartwell.

Two months after the big move from our beloved Maple Valley, and not much has changed in the Garvin household. So say a prayer for me, as I run to the next room to stop Henry from pulling out Juliette's hair, and wish me luck as I tackle another day as a mother of twins.