The boys had their three year old physicals this morning. It still feels weird to say that. Three years old. How did that even happen? It’s like I blinked and my tiny four pound preemies with health issues are these big strong boys now. It’s frightening and wonderful at the same time. As expected, the boys are perfectly healthy. I was told that I’m doing a great job with them, which is always wonderfully reassuring to hear. I am in my own head a lot and worry about the numbers, but their pediatrician says they are perfect. They might always be on the smaller side, but that’s just who they are and since they are growing on their own preemie curve and gaining weight appropriately, he has zero concerns. They are the same size as an average two year old, which is a little bizarre, but as long as they are healthy, I’m okay with it! They did very well with their vaccinations and examination. They were actually really well behaved. Although, when the pediatrician was discussing our status on toilet training, Joseph contorted his face into some weird shapes and turned eleven shades of red. I asked him if he needed to poop, but before the words could even come out of my mouth, the stench permeated the exam room. I had to do a quick change and have the lovely nurses dispose of the bomb-diaper outside. I guess he just wanted his stance on the subject known to all.

I took them out for a special date when we were finished. We went to a donut shop where the boys each asked for a “Nemo donut.” Thankfully, the people there obliged and gave them the orange donut with sprinkles without batting an eye at their request. Whatever keeps them happy. They split a chocolate milk and as they were enjoying their snack, we had a chat with an older gentleman who was also a fraternal twin. He assured the boys that they had a lifetime of chocolate milk sharing left to go.

When we got to school to pick up Taylor this afternoon, the boys were all sugared-up and ready to go. I should have known what was coming. As I was signing her out, all of the lights in the entire main area of the school, including the hallways, turned off. I thought that was a bit peculiar and as soon as I heard the fit of giggles, I knew why. The boys found the main switch and decided to go with mood lighting for the school. Fantastic. They didn’t stop their fun there, either. I got three kids in the car and buckled up. I stepped out of the back seat of the car and shut the door, only to find that my keys were missing from my pocket. Not only were they missing, but I happened to look through the window just in time to see Jackson grab them out of his own hoodie pocket. He pick pocketed me! Little weasel. I have never been more thankful for the keyless entry feature on my car. I was not in the mood to wait for roadside assistance, or the cops, today!

Nap time was mostly a bust today. The boys are pretty uncomfortable because of their shots, and they just didn’t want to / couldn’t relax. It didn’t help that they took turns crapping their pants. Each time I went in to check on them, one of them would be standing off to the side holding his own nose, telling me that the room was stinky. I am hoping that with some Motrin, they will be comfortable enough to sleep through the night tonight.

Also, this handsome fellow has a procedure that requires anesthesia tomorrow and Mommy is a nervous wreck, even though I know he’s going to be in great hands. Please keep us in your thoughts!