"Handy Manny Alloween!"

We started our Halloween at Bubs for breakfast in Carmel. Pumpkin pancakes for all with apple butter and whipped cream. It was an absolutely lovely breakfast. The kids were super cute. Unfortunately, we were eating in a covered porch with space heaters, so you can't see the kids cute Halloween outfits under their sweatshirts. However, Dylan and Rae were trying to hold hands throughout the breakfast- which was about the cutest thing I had seen in about 24 hours. Those kind of things happen a lot around here when you have these two cuties around.

When we asked Dylan what he was going to be, he always answered, "Haaandy Maaany Allloweeen!" It was so cute. Found the tool belt, the green baseball shirt, the tools, and we were good to go! His favorite thing that he got in his bucket was his popcorn ball. No surprise there. After trick or treating we had some neighbors over for smores and Dylan had a personal dance party. When I asked what his favorite part was when he was going to bed that night he said, "Mama, shake da booty." (Right now he loves to say, "This my favorite song." He says that the most to "Dynamite" by Taio Cruz.)

Rae girl just went along. A little in her car, a little walking. She didn't really get the whole candy in the pumpkin thing, but she sure liked carrying it around! She had her first lollipop and LOVED it. :) Don't you know that girl was in bed by 6:45. :).

Side note: I stink at blogging. Those pics should be in a much more logical order up there. You get the idea.
Side note number 2: Yes, Dylan is wearing a hat advertising a Mexican beer. This was the Handy Manny hat we found at Old Navy for $2.50. The cute Handy Manny label I used to hide it must have fallen off when we were posing for our picture by the fire. :)

I guess they make them that way...

I think we got there this past weekend. The terrible twos. I know what you are thinking- not sweet, a little shy, funny, big brother Dylan! And while we had a wonderful, wonderful fall break, there were 2-3 minute spurts here and there of...

"NO NO mama"
"Mama, I don't like it!"
"No Daddy, Mommy do it."
"No Mommy, Daddy do it."
"No, Rae Rae, this mine"

and my personal favorite

"Mama! Daddy went poopy in the potty!"

Now, when your kid says that, while you are standing in a not very crowded (so everyone can hear) but crowded enough (so several people turn and look) eatery, all you can do is laugh. That was after a monster fit because, well, we told him we were going to go eat, and he actually couldn't eat lunch in the parking lot of Trader Joe's, we had to walk a few steps to get to our choice spot. He also lost it again in the car on the way home when he told me to turn the car right ("mama, this way"), but in reality, I had to turn left.

But really, we had an amazing weekend! apple picking, football game, shopping, apple pie, oatmeal cookie, pumpkin "cake"-making, etc. Two seconds after a fit he does something amazingly cute and we can't stay mad.

I guess they make kids that way on purpose.

Disclaimer: For the record, Dylan calls anything that is happening in the bathroom, going poopy in the potty. He likes to talk about it a lot...but is not interested in doing anything in the bathroom by himself...

Things that happened...in no particular order

Rae turned one.
Rae walked.
Dylan slept in a big boy bed.
Dylan started soccer.
Rae developed quite the vocabulary: mama dada cracker cheese tug car ball mmmmm bath banana shoes juice
Dylan is a professional scooter rider
We got some professinal pics of the babies done
I scheduled a trip to New York. Alone with babies.
Dylan and Rae had their first sleepover at Lolo's house.
Mimi and Pop-pop visited.
I interviewed for a new job, got the job, but didn't take it.
Rae and Dylan started with a new sitter whom we love.
Dylan learned "no that's mine..." :p.
We took Dylan and Rae to a colts game.
We scheduled a trip to see friends in Virginia.
Rae is drinking milk! Dylan still prefers water.
I went back to work part time and thank the lord every day that I only work three days a week.
The pumpkin spice latte came back.
I went through a whole giant yankee candle and just purchased a new one.
I am obsessed with having open windows in the fall.
I am kinda annoyed that summer is still hanging around. It will be 80 degrees when we go to the pumpkin patch on Saturday.
I started letting Rae sleep with a fan and she is now sleeping more than 12 hours a night.
Dylan likes to fall asleep to music on his "cd player" (which isn't a cd player at all, but a fisher price toy that plays music).
I fell in love with a local consignment shop.
Dylan will say "mama, raerae like this song" when a song comes on the radio and rae starts dancing in her carseat.
Rae broke 20 lbs and Dylan broke 30 lbs.
Dylan is still super tall. Just bought him some 4T pants (they are too long)
I have decided not to do more laundry than I am prepared or willing to fold.
I couldn't be more excited that fall tv is back on.
Rae loves to look at books.
Dylan love puzzles and light aqueen and
Rae still only has two teeth
Dylan loves all things that "roaaarrrr"
We started having Friday night movie nights with Dylan after Rae goes to sleep. And he loves it.
I have made some really great friends in my neighborhood, and Dylan has too.

I love: Chelsea, girl's night on the deck, my list of books that I am planning on reading soon, my new nikes, my sunroom that is now finally decorated.

Dylan loves: Pizza and duckies with aunt titi and uncle ben, his elephant and lion, light aqueen and mater, and football and daddy's sports.

Rae loves: stretch pants, nanananas and crackers, looking at books in her carseat, and pushing her new baby stroller around.

Best Friends

I used to be Dylan's best friend. I'm not anymore, and I am ok with it, because this girl is. :) Makes a girl want to have a big family.

Hey Rae

Today you woke up at 5:22. Wide awake. This is after me choosing to start my Jillian 30 Day Shred last night, and having a party on our deck the night before and partying like we were 24 until 3 am. I am sleepy, and would prefer to go back to the days where you slept until 7. Especially now that I don't have to get up for work. Sound good? Love you.

Took a Break

My fear of blogging is that I wouldn't be able to keep up with it. Well, that happened pretty fast. I attribute it to two things. Stating on my blog that I would do something that actually took much more time than I thought it would, and Dylan's big fall. Not only did it take me forever to get started on Rae's birth story, but I haven't started on Dylan's yet. His will come...but I will not say when. Can't put that kinda pressure on myself anymore!

Reason number two is Dylan's big fall which resulted in us having a pretty traumatic Friday morning many weeks ago. I felt like it was something I should mention, since it was such a big deal, but to be honest, it was so traumatic for me, I really couldn't bring myself to write it down. And now...his tooth has come back down, no surgery needed, no infection, and I have much less anxiety now than I did four weeks ago. Better mommy.

Take a look at this guy. Two pics- one where you can see a tooth missing, and one where you can see that it has come back down! The body is really amazing.

Raegan Kathleen

Raegan Kathleen Riego
9-9-09.

Rae girl, Rae K, Raegan Kate, Rae Kate…this is your story. 

Little Raegan, we decided to try to have our second baby when your older brother was a mere 8 months old (side-note, you are 8 months now, and we will not be trying for another baby right yet). We knew we wanted you and your brother to be 2 grades apart, and because we were blessed with an “easy” first baby, we thought that we should start as soon as we could. Well, wouldn’t you know that you really wanted to be here. We found out we were pregnant in January of 2009, much to our surprise,e after only having to try for one month. Dylan delivered the news to your dad in the form of a picture of him with a sign saying, “I’m going to be a big brother!”

My pregnancy with you was different from my pregnancy with Dylan. My skin was different, I felt sick, my hair was dry, etc. Because of these differences, I thought from the beginning that you were a girl, but didn’t want to let myself get overly excited.

The day we found out you were a girl, your dad and I both cried tears of joy.

There were many times throughout my pregnancy that I thought that you were going to come early. I felt contractions early on, and actually called the doctor a few times to make sure everything was ok. Dr. Templeton decided at one of my appointments that we should schedule your C-section a week early just in case. She came in the room and said- ok, that will be September 8th, but if you like, we could try for September 9th. It took me a second, but then I got it- your birthday would be 9-9-09! I thought it was a neat coincidence, so we “decided” that would be your birthday unless you came early!

Mimi and Pop-Pop came in a few days early, and spent some time with us before you came. The day before we went to the hospital, we went to see Dr. T, and she told me to be prepared. I was a little more dialated, and was having a few sporadic contractions. However, you had been giving me “pains” for what seemed like forever- so when I started to feel them again that night, the night before your “planned” birthday, I didn’t make a big deal. I mentioned them to Mimi, mentioned them to Daddy, but ate a wonderful dinner out on the deck. We went to our room early, so that we could prepare for the next day. At that point, I secretly knew you were coming (well, 90% sure). The night before, your dad and I stayed up until 3:30 in the morning watching Cocktail on VH1. Gotta love that. We were just so excited for you to come. So, your dad was tired and I encouraged him to sleep. I slept for about two hours, and then moved to the chair to start timing the contractions. I got in the shower, took my time getting ready, and then ever so calmly called the doctor. I look back on that secret time, when only you and I knew you were coming, with huge smiles on my face. I also love knowing that whether we planned it or not, you wanted your birthday to be 9-9-09 .

Dr. Templeton told me to come in as soon as possible, and I finally woke up your dad. Contractions really hurt by then, and I squeezed your dad’s hand tightly all the way to the hospital. Your dad pressed the button to enter the delivery wing, and the nurse asked if she could help us. Your dad replied, “Umm.. we’re having a baby?”

Everything happened so quickly. We got settled, did all of the preliminary tests, and before I knew it, we were on our way. I actually walked to the delivery room this time, stopping every few steps when a contraction came. You were having a race with another baby in the wing, so the doctor gave me the epidural, and actually told me to sleep for a little bit until the other baby was delivered.

I loved watching your daddy walk in the room in his scrubs. I loved hearing you cry for the first time. I loved watching your daddy take pictures while all of the doctors did their work on you. And I loved holding and kissing you and feeling the instant connection that only a mommy and a daughter know.

Love you baby rae.