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We came across another crazy that was worth documenting on Sunday.  We went to lunch at Carrabas to get out of the house for a bit. 
Of course everyone that passed by our table had to say something about the babies.  No biggie.  Its expected now. 
But, there was one crazy Bible banger that wouldn't leave.  She just stared at the boys and repeatedly said "God loves you, arent you precious.  God loves you, aren't you precious."  Over and over and over again. 
People are strange.

Our vacation. What? We took a vacation?

Hubs and I took a 5 day cruise to the Bahamas and Grand Turk on the Carnival Destiny. 

We drove down b/c we're cheap.  We got to Florida the night before departure and stayed at his aunt's house.  We rarely get to see her so we always stop by when we go to Florida (which we seem to do for every vacation.)

The next day we gather our belongings and head to the port of Miami so we could be baby and carefree for the week.   First we made a stop at Target to get some tea.  Carnival's beverage policy states that you cannot bring liquor on the ship, you can bring a bottle of wine or champagne per person but you have to check it, and you can bring a 6 pack on non-alcoholic beverages on per person.  So, we got our tea so we could swap it with alcohol.  We took far too much time getting the caps off without breaking the seal so our plan could be fool proof.  If only we knew how much of a waste that was. 

At check in we were behind a group that had to bring a dolly b/c they had so many sodas with them.  Cases of Mt. Dew, Pepsi, water, and other assorted goods.  I was shocked.  There wasn't anything like this on our Royal Caribbean cruise. 

We put our bag on the xray belt, walk through the metal detectors, and get on the ship with 4 tea bottles of liquor, a bottle of wine, and a bottle of champagne and no one said a single word. 

I would say this was the major plus of Carnival. 

The food was pretty good.  I would say the dinners were just as good as Royal Caribbean.  The breakfast buffet was pretty blah.  I usually had cereal. 
Sleeping quarters were like any other cruise I had been on.  Not the best, but good enough.  The bed was surprisingly comfortable. 
Drinks were incredibly expensive.  We spent the same amount on drinks on a 5 day cruise as we did on our 7 day-er with Royal Caribbean.  We didn't even drink that much from the ship since we brought our own alcohol.  I think they snag you with their cheap rates, then rob you blind with any extras. 
The service was pretty piss poor.  Most of the staff acted as if every little task was a total hassle.  We got a lot of eye rolls and mumbling. 
And don't even get me started on the other guests.  I've never seen so many rude people in one small space before.  And this is saying something considering I visit Walmart at least once a week. 

So, if we ever go on a cruise again it will not be Carnival.  Unless its free. I can't pass up a free cruise.

Last week was pretty much hell

We got back from our trip, not quite rested, and were very excited to see the boys.  My mom had informed us that they slept great while they were there so we thought we would easily get back into our old routine.  They weren't sleeping all the way through the night, but the rest was still decent. 

Then Monday came.  We were up countless times.  At one point we were up for a couple hours.  Repeat Tuesday, Wednesday, and on and on.  It was so much worse than when they were newborns.  At least we had some sort of adrenaline going at that point.  This time around we had nothing to fall back on but caffeine and that can only get you but so far. 

Its amazing what long term sleep deprivation can do to your brain.  I started resenting these boys big time.  I regretted the decision to have children.  I wanted to pawn them off on anyone and everyone.  I waited until I finally got some sleep to write this post because I was afraid of saying something I would horribly regret. 

I think the CIA could have used these two as a form of torture to get information out of locked lipped folks.  It was bad.  Very bad. 

Our best guess is that a new formula was the problem.  At least we hope we're correct b/c we went back to the old stuff yesterday and they went back to their old sleeping habits. 

Man, I suck at this blogging thing. AKA: The boys' first Thanksgiving

Not that they cared.  They slept right through it.  We set up their high chairs at the dining table, then they decided it was nap time.  Oh well, at least we were able to eat in peace.  For once.
Dinner was excellent.  It was just me, the hubs, my parents, and our boys(kind of).  Once the boys woke up we decided that they needed to partake in our feast so we gave them a taste of potatoes.  They were not impressed.  In fact, they started gagging and Grant puked 3 times that night. 
After dinner my parents left, hubs left to go hunting, and I was left alone with two screaming children.

The next day we packed for our cruise.  Our long awaited cruise where we would be able to get some sleep and some sun.

Not for the squeamish

Last night was a fun one.  I'm here all by my lonesome taking care of these two awesomely cute babies.  Well, they decided that they were going to alternate waking all night and I was up every hour if not more.  So, when I go to change Cole's first diaper of the day, my eyes aren't quite open yet. 

I open it up to realize he's left me a present.  The boy has crapped his pants.  Before I can realize whats going on, he sticks his hand in his diaper, then proceeds to put said hand in mouth.  yeah.  Awesome. 

First haircut

Yesterday we took the boys for their first haircut.  Grant never lost part of his birth hair and it was creating quite the comb-over.  It was necessary, but the thought of going through with it made me ill. 
I'm still not sure why I found this simple procedure to be so daunting.  Many mothers cry when their babies get shots.  Not me.  Doesn't phase me at all.  But a simple haircut?  I thought I was going to puke all day yesterday.  The anticipation was brutal.

But, once we got down to it, it happened so quickly there was no time to freak out.  We both had to hold one child since they still aren't sitting on their own and then the women worked their magic.  Then it was done.  I barely got any pics.  But, we do have their hair.  One of these days I need to get started on their baby books. 

I would post pics but I think if I put any more pictures on this computer it will boycott and refuse to turn on. 

I hope the sleep gods read this

Its official.  I'm losing my mind. 
Or I've got a very early case of early onset Alzheimer's. 

This morning I go about the day as normal.  Then, it was time to take our weekly trip to Walmart.  I get the boys and the diaper bag ready, get everything and everyone in the car, lock up and...what?  I don't have my keys.  Or my cell phone. 

I take the stroller out of the van (I had unlocked it from in the house) and take the boys across the street to the church.  I call Nick, thinking he was going to be super pissed, but he didn't even have the first sound of annoyance in his voice.  Neat!  I hang out with the boys in the church nursery until Nick gets back. 

By that time it was too late to try to attack Wally world before their next feeding so I put them down for a nap and go about my day. 

Trip to Walmart Take 2:
Get the boys in the van and go to Walmart. 
Mission at least started. 
People pretty much stayed to themselves which was nice.  I only had a couple crazy stalkers this time. 
I get everything I need and head to the check out.  The line was absurdly long, but the boys were good so I didn't much care.  I finally make it to the register and unload everything.  I put my wallet in the cupholder of the stroller for easy access b/c I knew they would want my ID for the wine I bought.  I was right.  She asks for my ID, I give it to her, put the ID back in the wallet and the wallet back in the bag.  Only I didn't realize I had done this.  Once she was finished ringing everything up I go to grab my wallet and its not there.  I say, a bit too loudly, "Oh shit!  Someone stole my wallet!"  I'm freaking out. 
Um, moron, its in the diaper bag.

I seriously need more sleep. 

In other news, Cole learned a new trick today. 
If he notices that Grant has a paci, he will do anything to get to it and steal it.  Even if he already has one in his mouth.  He will then proceed to try to shove it in his already paci filled mouth and get horribly frustrated and start crying.  Is it bad that I laugh?