We celebrated Alli and Evan's 3rd birthday this past week, which is still unreal to me. I can't believe they've actually been around for three years.
It still seems like I should be saying they're 18 months old. But, anyways, it happened and it was a very small, informal,
nonstressful event, which made it all the more fun for me, and probably them, too. There's a little girl at church who is the same age as them and her birthday is the day before their's, so on Sunday we went to lunch with them and a few other people with kids around the same age and the kids all had cupcakes and sang and the 3 birthday kids blew out candles. Then on Monday night, which was the day before their birthday we did our thing at home (I have school on Tuesday nights). They each got their own
birthday cake to put candles in, because they shouldn't have to share. They're 2 different people who happened to be born on the same day, so why should they have to share everything? They shouldn't in my opinion. Plus, that way we get to buy a white cake and a chocolate cake, and then we get the best of both worlds. So, we sang
again, and they blew out candles
again, and we had cake and made a mess, and then we gave them their presents, which you can see them riding in the pictures. Evan's telling everyone he got a new bicycle, and Alli's saying she got a new 4-wheeler. Close enough. Throughout the week grandparents filtered in and out bringing gifts and more excitement. So, they had a few days of birthday, which was great with me, because like I said before, they got all kinds of excitement without
planning a ridiculous party that they won't even remember. So here we go into the 3's. I know everyone is well aware of the terrible 2's, but in my experience the 3's come with a little more head-strongness (if that's a word) and a greater awareness that they really can say no. Mom's response may make them regret it, but they'll try repeatedly just to make sure they can't get away with it. But, along with the stubbornness comes a hilarious vocabulary. Evan came up to me in his little tiny 3-year-old voice and said, "Check this out, mom." It was so funny, but I can't believe they're already transitioning from "mommy" to "mom" (sniff, sniff). Alli was
in the bathtub last night and stuck the big cup that we rinse them with on her foot and said, "Look, I have a pirate foot!" She's so witty. One of Evan's favorite phrases is "that's not fair," which he uses quite frequently and is generally followed by a nice deep growl, and Alli's conversational skills are soaring. She'll carry a conversation alone for 10 minutes as long as someone is sitting there nodding. She nods her little head and points her finger and rolls her eyes. She's so animated. Whoever coined the phrase (or word) bittersweet was so insightful, because it's so true about so many things. I'm happy that they're growing up and becoming more independent, and with twins, independence is a wonderful thing, but just knowing that they'll never be babies again makes my heart hurt a little. Wow, I'm about to bring myself to tears.
It still seems like I should be saying they're 18 months old. But, anyways, it happened and it was a very small, informal, nonstressful event, which made it all the more fun for me, and probably them, too. There's a little girl at church who is the same age as them and her birthday is the day before their's, so on Sunday we went to lunch with them and a few other people with kids around the same age and the kids all had cupcakes and sang and the 3 birthday kids blew out candles. Then on Monday night, which was the day before their birthday we did our thing at home (I have school on Tuesday nights). They each got their own 
birthday cake to put candles in, because they shouldn't have to share. They're 2 different people who happened to be born on the same day, so why should they have to share everything? They shouldn't in my opinion. Plus, that way we get to buy a white cake and a chocolate cake, and then we get the best of both worlds. So, we sang again, and they blew out candles again, and we had cake and made a mess, and then we gave them their presents, which you can see them riding in the pictures. Evan's telling everyone he got a new bicycle, and Alli's saying she got a new 4-wheeler. Close enough. Throughout the week grandparents filtered in and out bringing gifts and more excitement. So, they had a few days of birthday, which was great with me, because like I said before, they got all kinds of excitement without 
planning a ridiculous party that they won't even remember. So here we go into the 3's. I know everyone is well aware of the terrible 2's, but in my experience the 3's come with a little more head-strongness (if that's a word) and a greater awareness that they really can say no. Mom's response may make them regret it, but they'll try repeatedly just to make sure they can't get away with it. But, along with the stubbornness comes a hilarious vocabulary. Evan came up to me in his little tiny 3-year-old voice and said, "Check this out, mom." It was so funny, but I can't believe they're already transitioning from "mommy" to "mom" (sniff, sniff). Alli was 
in the bathtub last night and stuck the big cup that we rinse them with on her foot and said, "Look, I have a pirate foot!" She's so witty. One of Evan's favorite phrases is "that's not fair," which he uses quite frequently and is generally followed by a nice deep growl, and Alli's conversational skills are soaring. She'll carry a conversation alone for 10 minutes as long as someone is sitting there nodding. She nods her little head and points her finger and rolls her eyes. She's so animated. Whoever coined the phrase (or word) bittersweet was so insightful, because it's so true about so many things. I'm happy that they're growing up and becoming more independent, and with twins, independence is a wonderful thing, but just knowing that they'll never be babies again makes my heart hurt a little. Wow, I'm about to bring myself to tears. 
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i love your posts! thanks for making me misty-eyed too!
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