Vacay. Done!

I'm back from my vacation! I didn't post the whole week because I wanted to spend as much time with my family and friends as I could, since I would be coming home and none of them would be here. Let me tell you..it was an adventure!

Friday the 15th started out wonderfully. All the packing was done and Quin and I had the trunk loaded. We got up and got dressed, had some coffee, and got the boys up at about 5:30 a.m. We got on the road at about 5:45 and everything was going smoothly. It was all going smoothly until about an hour into the trip when my car overheated on the freeway and subsequently died. Quin got under the hood and got on the phone with dad while I got the babies out of the car and took them off in the ditch so we wouldn't be in any danger in the car.

We sat on the side of the freeway from about 6:30 until almost 9 a.m. It was so scary, and I was so afraid we weren't going to make it to Kansas City for Kayla's wedding. Quin's brother came to pick the boys and I up and Quin waited for the tow truck to come get the car, which cost us $150.00. When we got home, I got on the phone and immediately started trying to find a way to Kansas City. If it wasn't for my best friend, Stephanie, we would have been stuck at home. We were scheduled for a stop in her town on our way to KC, and she was going to follow us the rest of the way. Instead, she drove 7 hours to meet us at our house, then we all piled into her car and set off on our road trip together. We got on the road at about 11:45 p.m. We drove all night. Then, just outside of St. Louis, we broke down in Stephanie's car.

It was terrible. I felt so HORRIBLE. It was about 101 degrees outside, with a heat index of 115, no breeze, on a hot blacktop in a tiny town 120 miles away from our destination, with two babies in tow. Stephanie handled it all like a champ, and Quin worked his butt off to make sure the babies got out of the heat. The town's people were just as wonderful, everyone offering some kind of help. A very nice couple even offered to drive us to the town's one motel. We thought we were going to be there over the weekend. Stephanie's parents were coming to get her, and mom wasn't going to be able to come get us until that Monday. This was Saturday, and we were not going to be able to afford that hotel room all weekend and still be able to have a vacation.

To top it all off, my other best friend, Kayla, had asked me to be her maid of honor a couple years ago. We've been planning her wedding for so long and I had planned her bachlorette party for that night, which I was sad to miss, but she still got to have her party. My dad called late that night and said he was on his way to get us, and we were jumping for joy. Well, I was anyway. Quin and the boys were fast asleep.

Finally, we made it to Kayla's at 3:00 a.m. I was so glad to see her, and we all got some much needed rest.

The week was filled with its ups and downs. We took a family trip to the zoo, Quin and I went on an amazing date, and Kayla's wedding was so beautiful. I caught the bouquet at the reception and danced with Quin. It was a long drive home yesterday, but we made it! I'm sitting in a living room that needs some heavy duty cleaning, so I'm going to get to it! Love to all!

As much as I love them

If it were possible to fold a sheet of normal size computer paper evenly 100 times, it would be 12 billion lightyears thick. That's approximately the radius of the "known" universe.

For some reason, when I read that I cried. I'm such a mess lately, though, so it's really hard to say what caused today's mood swing.

Watching fireflies come up while waiting for fireworks on the 4th

I spend a lot of time with the boys. So much that I sometimes feel like they are my only friends. Both of them are so smart, and John is talking so well, putting full sentences together. It makes me so proud, and the little lisp when he says his "s" makes it even better. Andrew is cruising. He pulls up on all the furniture and in his crib and holds on as he takes these tiny baby steps on his chubby little feet.

Andrew's fat feet in his baby flip flops

I love them both so much. I can't believe I'm their mom. Though this is definitely NOT what I saw myself doing with my twenties, and I sometimes dream of being someone else, I wouldn't change a thing. After about a month-long down swing in my Bipolar, I'm feeling so tired, whiny, and sore. I'm hungry like I haven't eaten in days and I know I need a shower. I've been doing so well at controlling my highs and lows. After two surgerys in the last month, though, I'm kind of off-balance. Not to mention all the anesthesia and pain meds. I'm off everything now, but it messed me up hormonally. That's why I don't take pain meds; they throw everything off.

I feel like I haven't been a very attentive mother lately, and that also makes me cry. I don't know what I would do without these boys. I mean, look at them!

They light up my world.