Baby Sauer is on His/Her Way!

Ben and Jack are PROUD to announce that they are going to be big brothers come April 5, 2012! That's right... we're having a baby! Just one this time. And yes, I'm positive.

Here's my baby belly at 13 weeks and 4 days. (I'm going to keep my tradition of posting belly shots every Sunday.) But the toughest part about your second pregnancy is not knowing how much of your belly is "baby" and how much is... well, not.

Baby Sauer #3! We couldn't be more thrilled that there is just ONE healthy baby in there! I made the sonographer check multiple times, just to be sure. The first sonogram was very difficult and uncomfortable, but the second trimester seems to have brought much more energy and a bigger appetite. For this, I am extremely grateful.

So excited to share more news as we discover it!

May 5th, a Day of Celebration!

May 5th has become a very special day in our house. Not just because it's Cinco de Mayo or even the National Day of Prayer. There's even MORE! In 2007, I married my best friend. In 2009, we welcomed our blessings, Jonathan and Benjamin. Here we are in 2011 and the best is yet to come!

Me and my boys: Andy, Jack (brown) and Ben (blue)

Jack and Ben ready to blow out their candles! 

Jack and Ben are very serious when it comes to cake. And eating. They did great!

Smitten

Every once in a while, you happen to snap a picture that captures the beautiful nature of little boys. The wonder. The admiration. The love.

My little men. So active, so curious, so adventurous. Taking a quiet moment to appreciate life's finer details. A crumb on the floor. The inviting nature of their twin brother's knee. The presence of mommy's camera and an opportunity to smile.

As much as I drive myself crazy thinking about all of the things I'm doing wrong or not well enough, moments like this make me pause and think, "Well, at least there's one thing I'm doing right."

Gosh, I am so smitten with these two.

Me Lads

Jack and Ben think that when mommy says, "Say cheeeeeese!" it means to tilt your head towards your brother. Why correct them when it is so unbelievably adorable?

 And here's the hug. When the heads start tilting, Ben starts itching... for a hug from Jack. (Jack's in the foreground and Ben's in the back.) You can always tell who's a little more into the hug than the other.

This pose made me laugh. It's as if they're illustrating the post-hug pose and saying, "Uh, sorry about that..." "Yeah, got caught up in the moment." Too funny. (Jack's on the left, Ben's on the right.)

Ben and Jack, take two (after our trip to the zoo!) At 22 months, I'm not sure I could love them any more.

I couldn't decide which one I liked better. So I posted them both. We're used to doing everything in twos around here anyway ;)

Happy St. Patrick's Day, from my wee lads!

Rays of Sunshine

On days like this, I remind myself of all of the adorable things the boys do (to keep my mind off of all the mischief they're finding!) http://minuteformom.blogspot.com/2011/02/rays-of-sunshine.html

Smells of the Season

I tried to get away with not making cutout cookies this year.

Tried.

I had plans to make other cookies, but not those. I mean, gosh, they’re so time-consuming. And messy. You roll out the dough onto a flour-covered mat, press, unveil, scoop, repeat. Plus, with counter-space being a rare commodity these days, I justified we’d go without. Instead, I’d fill our cookie trays with other favorites. Even with two busy 19-month olds, I’ve been able to use their sleep time to create three other kinds!

But when I asked my husband which cookies he’d like, those were the only ones he mentioned. So guess what’s in the oven right now?

You know what, though? I’m so glad I did!

Rolling out the dough brought back so many memories of Christmases past. My two sisters and I would roll up our pajama sleeves and sit at the kitchen table where my mom had prepped a great spread of flour, cookie cutters and dough. We’d play with the chilled dough, adding flour like a pro, and prepped our trays, picking out our favorite cookie cutters and puzzling them together so there was little waste. When we finished a tray, we’d proudly parade our masterpiece to the oven and Mom would excitedly lift the oven door open after admiring our work. We’d go back to our station and continue the process, each time becoming better and better at lifting the frail dough without it falling into a million pieces.

As we’d bake, we’d sample our work, laugh, tell stories and talk about how excited we were for Christmas. We peeked into the oven to see if each batch was ready, getting hints from our mom to know when they’re just perfect. We decorated each cookie with painstaking effort (and sometimes, put a few aside to save for ourselves.) It was the only time we could throw flour into our sister’s hair without getting in trouble! Looking back, I know why so many of my friends wanted to come to my house, especially around the holidays. “Maybe your mom would let us make cookies!” Gee, whose friend are you anyway? But those were memories specific to my house. My kitchen. My mom.

So Mom, as I pull my first tray of cutouts out of the oven – with a touch of brown on the bottom, just how they’re supposed to be – this one’s for you. (Well, you and Andy :) Thanks for teaching me how to create the smells and magic of home.

It is going to be a very Merry Christmas.

Perspective in a Photo

And suddenly, nothing else seemed too important.

Jonathan and Benjamin, 19 months old

Terragnoli Twins

My cousin Amy brought her kids to the city for a photo shoot. Frankie and Gianna just turned four years old - aren't they adorable? It was cute to see them with MY twins. When Frankie got to the house, he asked his mom where the girl was. "Oh no," she answered. "Mindy has two boys." He looked puzzled and then asked, "Did she get rid of her girl?" ;) You may not be able to tell from the pictures, but it was FREEZING outside!