A Yabba-Dabba-Doo Time!

(To the tune of the Flintstones)

Rho-odes. Meet the Rho-odes.
They are all dressed up for Halloween.

From the town of Uintah.
They are ready to go trick-or-treating.
Let’s get a fun photo to commemorate.
Nope! The twins don’t want to cooperate.
When you get free candy,
You’ll have a yabba-dabba-doo time.
A dabba-doo time.
You’ll have a gay old time!

Thanks for singing along.

Now to answer all of your burning questions:

YES! I know I am a gigantic dork.

No, I did not make the Pebbles and Bamm Bamm costumes.

No, I never found Bamm Bamm's club.

Yes, Andy fashioned him a new one out of newspaper and duct tape.

No, Brayden would not hold the club.

Yes, I made the Fred and Wilma costumes.

Yes, Andy & I will probably eat alot of the candy the kids got.
No, my scale will not thank me for that!

And finally,

YES! I hope you all had as much fun as we did!

15 Month Stats

Brayden

33" (90%)
23 lbs (25%)
Big fat punkin' head (95%)

Makenzie

31-1/2" (75%)

20 lbs (10%)

Matching punkin' head (95%)

Black Holes and Polar Bears

No, I'm not talking about the latest conspiracy theory from LOST. I'm referring to the thing that every house comes equipped with. The “black hole” that swallows single socks and other small items. And once you have kids, the size of that black hole multiplies exponentially. It becomes a vortex of missing toys, keys, cell phones and anything else they can get their sticky little hands on.

When my twins were younger I kept a mental list of everything that was missing. One blue ball. Three magnetic letters. The remote control to our master bedroom light/fan. A plastic polar bear. I stressed about the missing items---especially the remote control---and scoured the house to find them. I quickly found one of the letters pushed under the stove, but the others remained a mystery.

Over the next few weeks, the other items started to surface. The polar bear had been wrapped in a blanket and stuffed in the closet. (Apparently, said polar bear needed to hibernate during the dog days of summer.) I found a magnetic letter when I got out a mixing bowl later that week and yet another when I put on a pair of shoes that I hadn’t worn in a while. Unfortunately, the remote control was still no where to be found.

One trip to Home Depot and many hours of manual labor later, I had a new remote control and a light/fan that I could turn on and off from the comfort of my own bed. Two days later I discovered that the new remote control had gone missing. Now I'm convinced the universe is just taunting me!

Most recently one of the accessories to Brayden’s Halloween costume has been added to the magnetic force field surrounding my house. I have looked in every nook and cranny that I can think of. And still. . .nothing.

I am confident that one day this black hole will collapse and the bright shining star that was once my home will re-emerge. Until then, I will stop taking inventory on the twins’ toys every evening (as they are probably right where the kids want them) and start being more careful with everything else. I’m sure Brayden’s costume accessory will turn up on November 1. And maybe if I’m a good little girl, Santa Clause will bring me a new remote control.

Our Motto

Of all the paths you take in life,

may some of them be dirt! We LOVE the outdoors and hope that as the twins grow up they will enjoy and appreciate nature as much as we do. We have strapped them on our backs and taken them on weekly hikes throughout most of the summer. Now that they can run around a little bit they seem to enjoy the mountains even more. And when we are at home and you ask them, "Do you want to go outside?" they grab their shoes and go to the back door. So far, so good! Leaves are so much fun!

This is my Dad. We drug him along today to help us take pictures. He was awesome! He did a little bit of everything. . .manned the camera, shook trees to make the leaves fall on the kids, and helped us entertain them. Thanks, Dad!