My little sisters, the twins, had their 33rd birthday yesterday! My day was filled with a screaming baby, babysitting, running to and fro. I can finally sit down and do a little post about them. Rachel and Laura...born just minutes apart. Rachel is the dark headed one, Laura is the blond. They are so different. Tall, short. Dark, blond. Different interests. Different passions. But definitely connected. Since I now have twins of my own, I can see just HOW connected. They are the coolest girls. Seriously. Really cool and really fun.
Rachel is the mother to one gorgeous 10 year old named Annie. She is in graduate school at Penn State. She is beyond smart. She's studying some sort of cells. Ones that have to do with mono, I think. I asked her all about it when she and Annie came to visit in August, and I've already forgotten. Rachel and I used to bicker a LOT. Most of it was because of stubborn, headstrong me. She's always right, and that would infuriate me. Finally after 33 years of sisterhood, I'm realizing that she really is. She remembers everything. I had a few random questions when she was here...and she knew the answers. She's brilliant, and I'm convinced she could do ANYTHING she set her mind to.
Rachel is a wonderful mom. The kind that doesn't let opportunities for her daughter pass her by. Petting zoo? Check. Crafts at Roberts? Check. Trick or Treating at the mall? Check. She loves Annie immensely. I can guarantee Annie has never had to question that. Rachel loves her and is tender with her.
She's funny. She'll be the first to laugh at herself. You know what though? She doesn't laugh at other people, or talk about them. I think that's such a great quality. She is giving and thoughtful, and I love her.
Laura is wife to Gunnar, and mother to Elsie and Charlotte. They live in Washington. I LOVE it there. Her house is the cutest you will ever see. She has a talent for decorating. It looks and feels like a cottage. It's bright and cheery and spotless.
Laura is a riot. When she's in the right mood, you can't get her to stop. She's crazy and hilarious. Like, wet your pants hilarious. She's nice too. She inherited my Mom's ability to make people feel at ease around her. To make people feel important. She's naive in some ways, and really, really smart in others. She has a degree in social work, which I think really benefits her family and other relationships. She worked with an agency (social services-ish) until she started having kids.
She is a wonderful mom. I know she questions her abilites...all the time, but let it be known, she is capable and loving and perfect at it. Her kids are beautiful, and turning out just as funny as she is. She has a magnetic personality. I am happier when I'm around her. People are drawn to her and her genuine warmth. They really are.
Happy birthday you 2! I love you.
It's been school spirit week for the kids. They LOVE it. Each day has a different theme. Monday - wear your pj's to school. Tuesday - crazy hair day. Wednesday - wacky hair day. Thursday - wear red day. AND...Friday is the fun run! They were allowed to wear clothes with their favorite teams on them. We don't do a whole lot of pro-team jerseys and such. So...Alex wore a Children's Place shirt that said cougars on it, and the girls wore soccer jerseys from 3 years ago. :) They have been so excited all week, but this morning was the best. They talked to eachother about their outfits. About what clothes would help them run the fastest. I love when they are excited about something.
Their principal was giving instructions about the route for the race. They raise their hands to show they're listening. :)
Go Alex!!! He got quite tired. He spent most of the time jog-walking with some of his cute friends. I love him.
Molly was a great cheerleader. I am completely in love with her lately. My buddy.
Lizzy and Emily pretty much reduced me to tears. They ran together the WHOLE time. I'm not sure if it's something they worked out before-hand or as they went. Last year, Emily was a bit faster than Lizzy. At least 3 times, I could see them all the way across the field, running together, holding hands. Yeah...holding hands. They would walk for a second, then hold hands and start again. They were in it together. There is not much in this world that can make me happier than that. So happy and so proud. They are sweet, kind, little girls. They love eachother, without me telling them to.
They look like serious runners to me. Look at that form. I'm pretty sure they were in the top 5-6 girls in the whole school. In the top 30 kids for sure...and there were a lot of kids. Maybe running will be their passion. 
Proud, tired girls. I LOVE them.
My little sisters, the twins, had their 33rd birthday yesterday! My day was filled with a screaming baby, babysitting, running to and fro. I can finally sit down and do a little post about them. Rachel and Laura...born just minutes apart. Rachel is the dark headed one, Laura is the blond. They are so different. Tall, short. Dark, blond. Different interests. Different passions. But definitely connected. Since I now have twins of my own, I can see just HOW connected. They are the coolest girls. Seriously. Really cool and really fun.
Rachel is the mother to one gorgeous 10 year old named Annie. She is in graduate school at Penn State. She is beyond smart. She's studying some sort of cells. Ones that have to do with mono, I think. I asked her all about it when she and Annie came to visit in August, and I've already forgotten. Rachel and I used to bicker a LOT. Most of it was because of stubborn, headstrong me. She's always right, and that would infuriate me. Finally after 33 years of sisterhood, I'm realizing that she really is. She remembers everything. I had a few random questions when she was here...and she knew the answers. She's brilliant, and I'm convinced she could do ANYTHING she set her mind to.
Laura is wife to Gunnar, and mother to Elsie and Charlotte. They live in Washington. I LOVE it there. Her house is the cutest you will ever see. She has a talent for decorating. It looks and feels like a cottage. It's bright and cheery and spotless. 
Happy birthday you 2! I love you.
So Alex ran in from walking home yesterday, crying that he had paralyzed his finger. He was so worried. I took a look and he had really done a number. He and a kid down the street (not one of yours Kristin :)) had a play scufle and both started to fall. Abraham lost his balance and fell on Alex's hand. It popped his finger out of socket. The knuckle where the finger meets the hand. Huge indent where his knuckle was supposed to be. I pulled his shirt down over it and tried to pop it back. No luck...and he cried. It hurt. I wasn't quite sure what to do. He was pretty worked up. I guess I was too, though I tried really hard to keep my cool. He lost all the color in his face, so I took him out to the couch and had him lie down. Called Dave and my Dad to figure out what to do. The pediatricians office had too many patients and couldn't fit him in. I was livid and hung up on the receptionist. Dave hurried home and took him to the instacare. After being there for 2+ hours and getting and x-ray and a numbing shot, his hand was fixed. Good as new. He came home telling me it was way more fun than he thought it would be. :) His biggest concern...kids teasing him at school. He wanted to stay home but had told Timothy he would be there today. He was torn and teary. UNTIL...Dave told him he looked like Anakin Sywalker.
The girls spent the few hours that he was gone making posters, books, cards. They love him and were so sad that he was hurt. As soon as the Frey's walked in our house this morning, Alex was showing Jonathan how cool his splint was. Guess today is going to be ok.
