hashtagging

I did sign up for twitter.
At least I think I did.
I have not followed anyone's twitter feed and I haven't "tweeted" anything (that I know of)...
so why do it?
Well, honestly, I love reading people's hashtags.
I feel like it's people little inner thoughts on the post at hand.
Kinda like the emojis....(which are very facially descriptive) but with actual words.

I need to ask Tim how to do it correctly, because I'd like to be able to log away certain tags with what my kids do... An easier way of recording their funny/serious/insane moments without opening up the old blogger and logging away.
(I do intend to keep up with this though for my own sake...and theirs some day.)

For now though, before I can confidently say I'm hashtagging correctly, I will just list the things that I wanna log away (and just for fun this time- lets do it "hashtag" style).

Eats cereal in a bowl, with a spoon...without milk.
#megersa4
Puts his shoes on the wrong feet.  Every time.  Always.
#megersa4
Takes a bow after taking a dump.
#thad3
Started walking on 4.23.14
#neve1

They say...

Opposites attract.

Well, maybe they weren't talking about twins, but growing in the same uterus is about as close as two opposites can get.
Even now, on the "outside" - 3+ years later, they're super close...BUT, they're also super opposite.

 and as more evidence a fun look at a FB post from April 15:
I took a half hour to "ignore" (if thats possible) my troops while I watched the Duggars.
2 potty accidents.
One twin stood still screaming in his wet clothes glued to his spot.
The other changed clothes and started a small load of laundry. (Sure it was dirty stuff in the dryer...but he deserves some props.)
....Guess who did which.

I love that they're opposites!
Their interests actually rarely cross.
Which makes me hope that they won't be fighting over girlfriends when that day comes (you know - in like 20 years...) ;)

Easter 2014

So technically these pics were taken the Sunday before Easter - but Nana & Pop-Pop (hosts of the egg hunt) were going to be out of town on Easter, so we celebrated this festivity a week early.

No matter - kids celebrate the day that there is a celebration.

Calendars don't matter as much.

The amount of candy these tikes got was INSANE.  For two days I had kids willing to do whatever it took to get a piece, but...like Halloween, I separate it, then hide or freeze it, and the desire to beg sorta fizzles away...and I can use it as fun treats or rewards. ;)

Thumbs up, Easter 2014!

Hey Mom...

I hear this phrase "HEY MOM" probably about...1000 times a day.
Whining, crying, complaining, arguing, fighting....
BUT SOMETIMES the words that follow are completely hysterical.
For instance:
"Hey Mom, what are these?  ...You're new glasses?"

 Come on...tell me you didn't laugh!! :)

It's true. He's 7.

7 years ago I gave birth to my first born son. He made me a mother and has taught me so much.
He is loving, determined, strong willed, silly, devoted and super duper handsome.
I love you him much.
Just so so much.  
My Cale Timothy Nester.

Potty Training

It's two okay... so you need to cut me some slack.
When I start to whine about it, I get lots of advice on potty training boys...
BUT...that's not what I needed.
I have boys.
I've trained boys.
I haven't trained TWINS.

Cale was potty training around 22-28 months.
Megersa started early (his poopy success was astounding!) at 18 months...
But the twins?
Well, there's the fact that there's 2.
And they were premature so I didn't wanna rush them? And then...it's two.  Two boys.
And when THEY were 2, their baby sister was born.
So, I went with my gut.
And my gut said to wait.
So we waited.
And then we moved, and since I was worried about potty training in a house that isn't our own, we waited some more.

BUT...here we are at 3 years old, and now getting on the ball.

Thad is doing pretty great.
We still do diapers for nap and bedtime (as we will continue until they are consistently dry), but otherwise, he's good.
Shep, on the other hand...well, he's hit or miss.
He is inconsistent at best.  But, ya know what?
He'll get there.
Neither will be wearing diapers forever.
It's all part of growing up.