Our Second Son!!

That would be Trevor. Our little flirt. He knows he is cute and wants to make sure you know it too. He isn't much of a talker, but his sly smile says a 1000 words. He was affectionately known as "Baby Jones B" in the hospital. He was our noisy baby, who went through a 2 month quiet period, but then perked right back up again. He is by far the noisiest kid we own. :) He has a very unique scream and cry and I probably could pick him out of a busy store. He is very tall and skinny. We call him our skinny boy, but to some he is probably on the hefty side. He is going through a sensitive phase right now. The mere mention of the word "no" makes him pout. It is so darn cute that I can't stay mad at him for long. Trevor is a tinkerer. He loves tools and finding out how they work. He loves taking things apart, but he hasn't quite mastered the putting back together part. He is a mover. He won't sit for long and he get restless. He was the first to figure out how to climb out of his crib and the first to figure out how to break out of the playroom. You literally can see the wheels turning in this boy's head. He is also a great tattler, even though he doesn't talk much, a good point and a grunt get the tattling done. He is our picky eater, but recently has gained a huge appetite. I think we will go bankrupt feeding these boys! He loves sour cream, even though his daddy gets sick of the mere mention. He is also our resident nudist. It literally takes him 2 seconds to pull off all his clothes. A skill that might come in handy some day. :)

Happy Birthday Trevor!! You bring joy in to our lives. We are so blessed to have a wonderful son like you. Your laugh is contagious. And your brain is constantly in the "on" position. You keep us on our toes. We love you T-Deuce!!!

The day you were born:



Your first Birthday at Chuck E Cheese:


July 2009:


Our Cheeseball:

Our First Son!!

Wyatt was our first born son. He got a whole 8 minutes of alone time before brother came along. I got to hold him first. One look into those eyes and I was hooked. In the first months he was our quiet one, not a peep came out of him, then around the second month he decided he wanted to be heard. Every night at dinner he would serenade us with his beautiful cry. He also wasn't the best formula eater. He would constantly have it running out the sides of his mouth, which is a big reason why he was a whole 2 lbs behind Trevor for the longest time. We introduced solids at 6 months and he was hooked. This boy loves to eat, anything and everything. He isn't too picky. Right now his favorites are cucumbers, bananas, broccoli and chicken. He is now 2lbs heavier than Trevor, so his love of food is showing. He is our on the shy side. He loves to relax and watch a show. His favorites at the moment are Bob The Builder, Barney, Thomas, Caillou and Super Why. He loves Super Why because the main character is named Wyatt and this always excites him. He loves his sister or "sissy-eya" as he calls her. And he loves his baby brother, whom he calls "baby." Yes, he loves Trevor as well, but he doesn't have a name for him yet. He recently decided he wants to wear his green froggy boots all the time and doesn't like it too much when mommy or daddy try to take them off. I actually had to hide them tonight. Shhhhhh, don't tell him. :)

Happy Birthday Wyatt!! I can't believe you are 2 already. These past two years have been a ride. A ride that daddy and I wouldn't have wanted to miss for the world. We are very blessed to have a wonderful son like you. Your smile lights up a room and melts both our hearts. We love you Wise-guy!!


They day you were born:


Your 1st Birthday party at Chuck E Cheese:


Your first mohawk:


Our muscle man:

Lots of good things going on..

in the Jones house tonight. Landon took 3 steps tonight, which would make him our earliest walker. Way to go Landon!!! He was very proud of himself. Our little baby isn't so much a baby anymore. *wipes tear from eye. We just put our boys down for bed and as I left I told them was their last night as a 1 year old. All of a sudden I was flooded with thoughts of cars, dates and graduation and it made me sad. My little boys are going to grow up so fast. Time doesn't slow down, even though I try really really hard. I hope that Russ and I can enjoy every moment and just soak it up. On a funny note, I was giving the boys their birthday haircuts and the stupid attachment to the hair clipper came off mid cut and left Wyatt with a nice hole in his hair. That made me want to cry too, but I decided to laugh. Now we will have the best story to tell future girlfriends. :) Hole or no hole my little boy is still as handsome as ever.

An exciting weekend coming up!!

My little boys are going to be 2!!! I can't believe it!!! Where oh where does the time go? They are so excited to celebrate their birthday and of course someone (who shall remain nameless) is extremely jealous even though her birthday is 2 months away. She insists on telling me what kind of cake she would like and what she would want to do on her birthday. It is just so darn cute. :) When I ask the boys how old they are going to be, they hold up their hands (can't quite get the two finger thing down yet) and say two, two, two. So precious. They are 8 minutes apart, which doesn't seem that long. But I dare you to sit around for 8 minutes and not have it feel like eternity. It seemed to be quick in the delivery room, but I am sure those 8 minutes will haunt Trevor for the rest of his life. Wyatt seems to know that he is the oldest and holds it over Trevor. When I was pregnant I was hoping for a 11pm/midnight delivery so they would have two different birthdays, but I have a feeling they wouldn't have appreciated that until they were adults.
I love my little boys. I am so excited for their special weekend. I will be back later in the week to post a few birthday messages for my boys.

Oh Boy!!

Well, the boys haven't hit 2 yet, but they are already giving us a run for our money. It seems like an overnight thing, but I am sure it has been building. They have figured out how to break out of their playroom. Which means I can't safely leave them to play and get things done around the house. Trevor figured out how to get out of his crib at nap time today. Each time I would go in, he would be handing Wyatt clothes and diapers off of their changing table. So I finally just switched him and Landon and that seemed to contain him. But when I went to check on him a few minutes later he was nude and fast asleep. So I covered him with a blanket and let him sleep, which meant wet sheets when he woke up and more laundry. Wyatt is our wrestler and I constantly find him on top of Trevor and Landon. I know this is happening when I hear one of them let out a blood curdling scream. Then he will hold them down until I physically have to pull him off. He thinks it is the funniest thing. Sound fun yet??? These are just a few of the wonderful fun things I have to deal with on a daily basis. Add in a 4 year old that craves constant attention, and feels the only way to get it is to act naughty and a little 10 month old that just wants to be cuddled, but his mommy doesn't have the time. This equals an animal house all day long. I have this nagging feeling that it won't get any better, possibly worse. Russ and I are trying the best we can. It is hard work and honestly I wouldn't wish this scenario on my worst enemy. We never set out to have this many children (especially so close together) but we were dealt this hand for a reason, a reason we may never know, but there must be a purpose to this madness. Right now it feels like every day's purpose is to keep everyone alive and there isn't time for anything else. Sad, I know. I know one day I will look back at this post and laugh. Probably because I will be sad that the kids don't seem to need me anymore. I am taking one day at a time and constantly have Trace Adkins song, "You're going to miss this," playing in my head. And Psalms 28:7 "The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in Him, and I am helped." The LORD gets me through each day and when I feel like I don't have anymore, He is right there nudging me along. It is only with His love and grace that I have survived this long. So if I can make it through the next 18 years without a trip to the nut-house, then I think we will call it a success. :)

Time to Catch that Fitness Bug.

It has been 10 months since I delivered our last child. I still have 15 lbs from that pregnancy to lose and 15 lbs from the twins I need to lose. So 30lbs of baby fat that needs to be worked off. I have my work cut out for me. I didn't gain very much during the twin pregnancy, it all came from my stressful last pregnancy. I pretty much lived at Burger King. And all of this overtime Russ has been doing hasn't been very good for a diet. By the time Russ gets home all I want to do is relax, not cook dinner for everyone. So these past few weeks have been a lot of take out and stress eating. Now if I could get addicted to exercise like I am to food, then I would be on the next cover of Fitness Magazine. So the time has come (once again) for me to get on the fitness bandwagon. The last 2 days I have gone to bed earlier and gotten up earlier and exercised. It's a start. I won't be ready for the Iron Man competition anytime soon, but at least I am moving. Now if I could afford a personal chef to make all my meals (a girl can dream). I know how to eat healthy, I just can't seem to practice what I preach. The weather also hasn't been very nice, so outside walks haven't come easily. I would love to start walking Glendoveer again, without the kids. But I don't care to walk alone, so until I find a fitness buddy or a really cool (free) babysitter I will give that dream up for now. So I am taking baby steps and hopefully will meet my goal by the end of this year. I have caught the fitness bug, lets just hope it stays around a lot longer this time.