Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Sooo loooong....






Come on give me a break....theengs have been a little crazy. Everyone (except the babies) in our fam got the stomach bug for the week of thanksgiving. Watching our big girls throw up for 6 hours is even way more painful then losing to Auburn 5 times in a row (at least for me, me thinks that means i am growing up). The big girls' vocab is rapidly expanding. They are constantly requesting their two favorite songs Byduck-byduck (Fire Truck, Fire truck) and ah-yoo-ya (The Hallelujah Chorus). It is kinda funny that they love those two songs because i think one is on the sound track for Hell and the other i think we might hear in Heaven. So we are entering finals time. I dont know if i told yall but we sold-ish our house. A friend of a friend signed a lease purchase agreement (he rents it for 6 months and then buys it). The guy is totally cool- he is an opera singer. So that is a load off. OH YEAH, HOW COULD I FORGET....THE BABIES HAVE BEEN SLEEPING 8 HOURS A NIGHT FOR THE LAST 5 NIGHTS!!! This is only about 3 months ahead of when the big girls were making this kinda progress. This is the work of Jesus. So we gots lots to be grateful for this Christmas season, now its just a wait and see game to see if Santa is really gonna bring an RV. Personally i dont see how he could transport it on his sleigh, but stranger things have happened. Any way, on with the pics...

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Scooter...






is what we are calling Little Melissa's finance. (His real name is Scott Greenwood and no I did not misspell fiance) We have been teaching the big girls to say Uncle Scooter but it just comes out as 'ssstooter,' which is kind of funny because it sounds like Scott has a flatulence problem (which as far as we know he doesn't....as far as we know...) The beeg gurlrz have been splittin' tyme in Jackson and B'ham this week. I guess that means we have had a break here. It has been sad having them gone, but I know Elizabeth has gotten all rested up. They will be back on Monday. We cant wait for their hugs and snotty kisses (which is somehow not gross at all to us). Any way...here are some more pics...enjoy... (I like the whole three periods thing... because I feel like it is a cheap/easy way that i can make transitions back and forth between thoughts/statements that have nothing to do with eachother...i hope tennessee loses to LSU...see with three periods that transition is just natural)

Monday, October 23, 2006

On a seriouser note:

Thanks so much for yall's prayers and help, we have no idea how a family could do this without the support system we have. It has been a humbling blessing to have the hands and feet of Jesus support us, (yall are the hands and feet, by the way).
BUT, one more monster prayer request: We still haven't sold the home that we moved out of in June. Please pray that we can get that done. Owning a home we dont live in is one of the last things we need right now.

Thanks,
BR

Laughable Larks in Lactation






There do be yorn fun pics:::

So I thought you all should know: We have video documentation attesting to this event, but I can't figure out a way to get the dang videos on here yet. If I can, have no worries, you’ll see this one: What e’er could I be talking about? Well, only the most humorous episode in the wacky life of our twin girls. As many of you know, the maternal instincts have already kicked in on the girls older. Well them instincts has done kicked it up a notch. Remember those ever so cute pictures of the girls bottle feeding their baby-dolls while we were bottle feeding the girls younger. So they only reacted naturally when they observed the nursing of the girls younger. Yes, its exactly what you're thinking. The girls older are now nursing their baby-dolls. And of course when you have twins some times you have to nurse two at a time, so the girls older not only nurse their baby-dolls but they do two at a time. (For you privacy/modesty nut cases, I have permission from my wife to relay this info, so there) It is 98% spectacularly-hysterically-cute and 2% a little weird. But 98% is an A+ right. We’ll take it.

Friday, October 06, 2006

Dude, where's my twin?



Mo' Money, Mo Problems







The truth is now we are just posting to get cute pictures out there for your viewing pleasure. Now I have to make up something that is either both informative or witty (or ideally both) about the girls. When I run out of material I just make fun of Mike Shula, but its getting to the point where that is a little too easy. Any way, every body is doing well, Elizabeth is healing quickly. The big girls don’t appear to be going through that “Omigosh-my-fifteen-minutes-are-over-these-new-primadonnas-have-stolen-the-spotlight-and-i-am-going-to-have-to-publicly-misbehave-to-get-everyone’s-attention-back-on-me-just-like-Lindsey-Lohan-or-go-on-a-reality-show-like-MC-Hammer” syndrome that people warned us about. They love the baby girls and kiss them on the toes: perdy steenking cute. When the big’uns see the littl’uns they say over and over again, “baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby” or something like that, maybe I don’t have enough “baby”s memorized. The big girls also like to imitate our tasks with the little girls, up to and including: bottle feeding, clothes-changing, and everyone’s favorite: diaper changing.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Fire Mike Shula!!!






































Wow, do you think bama's ground game could get any worse... (stop britton...settle down...even though you knew exactly how bama's season would go these people don't care, they are here for the babies...as well they should be...we need to reflect on the beautiful things of the world like our little girls...especially when we have spent time observing the horrors of bama's offense). By the way, the big girls are allowed to watch TV on two occasions: 1) when we are in the car for more than 15 minutes 2) and when bama is playing. And suprisingly they sat down in my lap today and watched about 2 full quarters of football. What say you to that anti-tv parents (that are not my parents)? I only missed a little football when Mary Walton jumped up, grabbed her diaper, and informed me and her sister, "poopeez." I have never used this word and neither has Elizabeth but within the last two weeks it has taken a prominent role in the girls' vocab. Needless to say, It's huhhhstairicul, and makes the ensuing duties a little bit easier to bear as she repeatedly informs you of the status of her diaper until said diaper is removed.
So moving on... we are checking out of the hospital tomorrow. The little girls are super healthy and eating great. Elizabeth is feeling a bajeellion times better right now then she was last time at this stage. This is our last night of "free" thru-the-night child care and we is takin advantage.

enjoy the pics, more to come,

b ta tha r

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

New babies, new babies, new babies... and stop.



Hey gang,
Sorry about the long absence. I know you wake up every morning and come and check our blog before you even get your coffee. There's so much pressure to be insightfully witty and make obscure pop culture references...But enough about me....that's not what your here for. Here are our first pics. That is Britton with Mrs. Hays and Katherine is with Mom. We came to the hospital about 11:30 last night and the doctor performed a c-section around 3:15. The girls are healthy and Elizabeth is worn out. Upon entry into the world, Katherine told me that one of her major concerns was the inconsistent and spotty playcalling Mike Shula has been responsible for this year. Katherine and Britton both indicated that they wouldn't mind seeing Bobby Petrino (Louisville coach) on the sidelines in Tuscaloosa next year. Gosh these girls really got their heads screwed on right. Oh yeah, Katherine weighs 5 lbs. 3 oz. (Shelby weighed 5.2) and Britton weighs 4 lb. 13 oz. (Mary Walton was 4.12) so we are pretty consistent. The big girls are coming to meet their little sissies tomorrow, we cant wait for that moment. I'll put some more pics up soon, no more long lags btw posts. THANKS FOR ALL YOUR PRAYERS!!! We never forget that these little pun'kins are gifts from Jesus.

Thanks,
BR

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Some one tell Joe Boyles...




As many of you might know, Aunt Susan (my dad’s sis) was with us all last week. I think an appropriate word to describe our time with her is ‘wagga.’ (I actually have no idea what ‘wagga’ means, but my Uncle Dave uses it all the time in his emails). Back to Aunt Susan; in preparation for her impending grandmotherhood she attempted to teach the girls her self-chosen grandmother handle, “Sue-Sue.” See the problem is, the girls haven’t quite mastered the ‘s’ sound. They substitute our friend the letter ‘d’ instead. For instance, ‘sissy’ comes out ‘diddee.’ So you see where we are going with this. Yep sorry, Aunt Doo-Doo, but the laws of grandmother naming clearly state ‘the name ye are designated by the first grand-kids shalt forever ever be thine grandmother name.’ Now she could sneak out on the techinicality that our girls aren’t really her grandkids. But come on, the Wood family is a pretty tight-knit bunch and we would be crazy not to take this opportunity. The Aunt formerly known as Susan, now goes by Doo-Doo. Joe, this is my gift to you. Aunt Susan, sorry-ish.
Aunt Doo Doo did make a strong case for ‘Favorite Aunt’ while she was here. We got to swim, go to the Magic House, eat good food, wear clean clothes, etc. She really took care of us. But don’t worry all you other Aunts, the polls aren’t closed and we are taking cash donations.
In other news, the school year is nigh upon us, (that’s right I said nigh) classes start Aug. 31. Sept. 23rd is still techinically our due date for the girls. BUT, our doctor is going out of town sept. 15-18. We are gonna go in on the 14th and if Elizabeth is dilated at all they will take the girls. If not, she goes straight to bed from whence she shall not rise until the doc gets back in town. (I have no idea where this olde english is coming from, but I do try to use ‘whence’ whencever possible). So the 14th could be the day.

Roll Tide,
BR

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Chuck Taylor




Yep that’s right, the girls are sporting their Converse Chuck Taylor All-Stars with their pink smocked dresses. I think that’s it, we have reached the pinnacle of cuteness, it can only go down from here. (Except maybe 4 twin girls in Chuck Taylors-that could win) Grandmothurrr Wood (or may-mommy) is in town this week and what does that mean? MORE SHOES!!! (hence the Chuck Taylors). I know what you’re thinking, “Really, Melissa Wood purchased those shoes and then even authorized the wearing of them with smocked dresses no less?” I know, its shocking. But I think Rocky Balboa nailed it when he defeated the mighty Russian Ivan Drago and addressed the Russian audience (including the Politburo), “If I can change, and if you can change, then EVERYBODY CAN CHANGE.” (By the way, that movie was released in 1985, Me-thinks Rocky was a prophet new inspired) Next thing you know, mom is gonna be buying FUBU for Little Halsey and James, and go blond. (wow, in informing you of the girls’ new kicks I referenced Rocky, the Fall of Communism, Shakespeare, and Hip-Hop Culture).
Any way, the big girls are doing great. Mary Walton is our people-person and Shelby is our responsible engineer. (I wonder if their personality differences are more obvious to us than the casual and less frequent observer, you’ll have to let us know.) We are trying to learn how to share our toys, with varying success.
Elizabeth is doing alright. She is pretty steenking worn out and has serious cabin-fever from being couch-bound for so long. We can’t wait to get these babies out. Our big concern right now is: Can we get the Bama games taped? And, will we be able to avoid hearing the score before we get to watch them?

BR

Monday, August 14, 2006

Christmas card material




Well the girls and i had a blast this past saturday as we took in the USAF's 2006 Air Fest at Scott Air Force Base. I know what you're thinking, "Britton, do 18 month old girls get excited about air shows?" to which i am compelled to reply, "i dunno, are F-18's probably the awesomest things ever?" Because we got to see a ton of them up close and performing acrobatics just feet off the tarmac. We saw everything from B-17's, P-51's and Mig 17's, to F-22's. We called Granddaddy Rhodes and told him that we were watching the Thunderbirds perform their show while we were sitting under the fuselage of a B-17. We wished he could have been there to tell us all about the acrobatics that they were doing, instead i had to make up names like, "hey girls that plane just did a whirly-doo," or "now he is rolling into a triple sow cal and then reversed into a triple lutz blitz package." Any way, Granddaddy proceeded to tell me about the time when the bombs got jammed in the bombay and he had to climb back there and kick them out and also the time when he got back from a mission with 254 bullet holes in his aircraft. Things have really changed, we don't have a single bullet hole in our Honda Odyssey.
The girls did have fun, but i think their favorite part was the people watching. Air shows appear to attract your typical NASCAR crowd (no offence to NASCAR fans). Most importantly, our day at the base gave Elizabeth 7 hours alone at home, where she caught up with friends and caught up on sleep. For those counting, Sept. 23rd is 37 weeks (a.k.a. full term for twins) She has been having contractions pretty consistently for 3.5 MONTHS now. We are just trying to keep her off her feet and hydrated. Feel free to pray for physical and emotional strength for her and also that we get our house sold; that's still hanging over our backs. But like Dad said, "At least your problem is that you HAVE a house, alot of people have the opposite problem."

later,
br

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

It smells like 'updog' in here...




So hurr's the deal (that's southern-hip-hop speak for 'here is') The purpose of this blog is to update you with well written, funny, heart warming, and awesome stories and pictures of the Wood Estrogen Factory (was that out loud?) I mean, my rapidly expanding family. There will be no theologizinationing on this blog. I will invent numerous words along the way (feel free to adopt my creations into your own vocabularies). Comments on Alabama Football will be kept to a minimum and mostly consist of premature calls for the firing of various coaches and the dismissal of boneheaded players. I will try to keep my posts short and sweet (and by sweet i mean totally awesome) because yall (and by 'yall' I mean 'I') watch too much TV and cant finish reading anything that would require scrolling. I will be the primary author, unfortunately for you becuase I learned my vocab, mechanics, and sentence structure from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, b-grade fantasy novels, and the likes of Kelly Clarkson. Maybe we can get Elizabeth to grace us with anecdote or two becuase she is a much better writer (she learned how to write from reading like Walker Percy and Ernest Hemingway (and watching Seventh Heaven too, but you didnt here it from me)) Also i wont use many apostrophes and the first person singular pronoun 'i' will be in upper case only haphazardly at best. Now to the matter at hand: the girls. The little girls (from now on i will refer to them as the 'big girls', which seems silly right now in light of their diminutive (yesss, big word) stature, but when the littler girls (from now on referred to as the 'little girls' (i hope you are paying attention)) are born, it will make more sense (did you follow that?)) are 19 months old and the little girls (read aformentioned multiple parenthetical statements if you think i referenced the same set of girls twice by using 'the little girls') are due in 1.5 months. Needless to say wonderous adventures are nigh upon us (yesss, cool old-englishy word used). So i hope i can update this and make it fun. I will try to use less parenthetical statements (but i kinda feel like the parenthetical statement is the blog version of the 'director's commentary', and i like that), but i can make no guarantees.

Peace Out,
Br