You can line 'em all up, but you can't get 'em all to smile (or even look at the camera)

but here are some updated shots of what they
all look like anyhow!

more(non-pregnancy related) news to come...

Truckers in Training

Hello from our back yard...or, from the babies' perspective, just across the window pane from the backyard! If you are wondering why Katherine is pumping iron at such a young age, just check the next two scary pictures of big sister Mary Walton. (This, by the way, is about as close to the swimming pool as we have gotten so far in Columbia...all the gear, and not enough life guards--sorry, girls!) As I write, I am listening to our monitors in the big girls' room, where they are still singing "Baa, Baa, Black Sheep" (it's 9:30 p.m.).
"...and one for de yiddle boy who yivves down de yaaaaaaaane"
We just took this last picture this afternoon, again
in the back yard: Mary Walton, Katherine (and her
expressive eyebrows), Britton (and her always-animated grin),
and Shelby. Rain boots and smocked dresses are a
favorite combo in our family...I'm serious!

A few choice words...

Shelby


Baby Britton, on a big spit-up day








"No! No thank you! No ma'am, chair, no hurt Shelby!"
-Shelby (left), after falling out of her chair



"Mommy, you have...brown hair. Shelby have...no brown hair. (pause) Trees have... green."
and also...
"Mommy, you have...brown eyes. Shelby have...byoo eyes. (pause) Trees have...no eyes."
-Shelby, looking out the window on the long van ride home




"O please, flamingo!? O please, flamingo!?"
-Mary Walton, after being offered 'some mango' by her daddy

"This is Daddy's big-girl bed!"
-Mary Walton, upon seeing the guest bed


Baby Katherine, a.k.a. mosquito bait

We are settled into Columbia, SC. More pics and stories to follow soon...

You write the story...

Here are three successive pictures of play time with our buddy Coleman Clark...feel free to submit your own story of the events depicted here...

Look i am doing the best i can, cant we all just get along...

Can't i get no love? So here are some pictures and stuff and things. The most notable twin-tabloid-fodder-to-date is that the big girls are enamored with American Idol (or American Ijul). If that is a problem for you, you know the whole exposing 2 year olds to pop culture, then i ask you, "Is it better for them to learn about American Idol from their friends and MTV or from their parents?" See what i am getting at... So here is what you came for...


New Alpine Camp for Boys brochure cover?

We affectionately refer to the diaper-only style as neka-bunny




PICK IT!!!

cheerizzle-o

so you can see, they look alike but have different personalities.

In the land of Spurrier...

So i am down in Columbia, SC. The Hayseses were kind enough to come to St. Louis and help out Elizabeth while i do a little house hunting. Man i miss all my girls. But it hasn't been all bad, i get these adorable voicemails that say "i yuv oo" and "i miss oo" and "Deesus yuvs me yis i nooooo." Any way, i think we are gonna do right nice here in Columbia.
But your here fur the girls. Well we got singers. They are doing sunday school now and our repertoire is rapidly expanding including "Keyus was a yee yil man," and "ownwee a boy aimd yavid." But you remember when "hit me baby one more time" was the only thing on the radio and you couldn't get it out of your head, yeah, 'baa baa back-seep' is our no. 1 billboard hit we just cant seem to get rid of. But we dont think the girls are on quite the same career trac as our newly bald Britney. Oh yeah, by the way, yeah Tim Keller is cool and gifted and all, but the women who lead 2 year old sunday schools are super-special gifts to God's kingdom.
So the babies are still kinda waking in the night, they are getting a little lower maintenance during the day (read: elizabeth is feeling slightly more normal (but don't read too much into that cause the kinda normal we are talking about is what's normal for a mom of 4 girls 2 y.o. and under)).
Spring training is right around the corner, March 24th, mark your calendars. Remember when i started this thing and wanted Shula fired, man, i was sooooo right. (which by the way i officially espoused that position like 6.5 hours after he was hired- i just want credit for that). I am saying it here and now: DJ Hall for heisman.

LOOK FOR MORE PICS IN 3 DAYS. i gotta go get them off the camera.

br

(s)now-balls

Have you ever had that sensation when it is so cold outside that when you inhale through your nostrils you can feel the moisture in your nose freeze. I kinda like the way that feels. So we are snow and ice bound up hurr in the Lu. The bigs got out in their snow suits and romped around, eating ‘no-balls’ and getting snot frozen on their faces. They lasted a solid 8 minutes before the gust winds got to ‘em. Latin America and what not, but moving on…. The bigs have become quite the musical prodigies. They (Shelby in particular) enjoy singing a medley of ‘baa baa black sheep’ abc..’ ‘Jesus loves me’ ‘Jesus loves the little Children.’ Lastly, you’ll note in some of the pictures that we have solved that nasty ‘omigosh our hair is outta kontrol’ problem.
Meanwhile, the littles have recently been introduced to baby cereal and tasty pureed veggies. We are hoping this is gonna push them on through the night. They have been going down 8:30-9ish and waking around 12:30-1:30ish getting re-passied and then finally eating around 4:30-5:30ish. The veggies are making the diapers a little more instersting. It’s kinda weird how all different forms of poo-poo are like an bi-hourly part of my life and barely even gross to me any more. I hope this is just a phase

pics...

Hot like Nick Saban when I bust rhymes...

It has been so long that no one is probably even reading this any more. Yikes! This was gonna be my big break. This blog was gonna explode onto the “blogging about twins” scene. Then some notable newspaper editor or writer was gonna recognize my scribal prowess. They were gonna say, “why don’t you write a column or two for us.” I was gonna make some pithy, insightful, and awesome comments about the weaknesses in the execution of alabama’s offence. Some friend of Nick Saban’s was gonna say, “Hey Nick you should look at what this guy is saying.” He was gonna take some of my advice, win some games, give me a call, offer me a job, retire after a few years, I was gonna take the reigns and people were gonna forget about Bear Bryant, I was gonna be elected governor, make the natural move to president, appoint Joe Kines as press secretary, outlaw annoying british import gameshows hosted by comedians in the twilight of their careers, re-introduce the draft, build an enormous military, invade mexico and canada, then central and south america, set up puppet regimes, take over the rest of the planet, put auburn’s and tennessee’s football teams on permanent probation and scholarship limitations, then explore the possibility of the colonization of space. But that is neither here nor there.
Any way, we had a fabulous, fun, exciting, exhausting, power losing, branch-falling-through-our-sky-light break. We got to hit Da ‘Ham and Jackson. Lots of friends and family got to meet our new girls. I am trying to figure out if the kick I get out of people adoring our children is vanity or good. Or worse case scenario, people are just lying and our kids aren’t that cute. If that is the case, don’t tell us.
The little girls have gotten very responsive, talking and smiling, so that is kinda darn heart-warming. They are sleeping from about 10 p.m.- 5 a.m. so that is pretty much the bomb. The doctor said that she thought they were a couple of weeks away from doing about 10 hours at night. There is light at the end of the tunnel. I mean, the hardest part of parenting is pretty much overwith now, we are just coasting for the next 20 years, right?
The big girls are becoming helpers. Shelby waits by the changing table when we change diapers and takes the dirty diaper and carries it to the trash can. Oh yeah, did I mention that the big girls got Alabama Crocs for their birthday. Lastly, some of the most fun we have had has been watching the big girls love on the little girls. They get all up in there face and say, “ Oh Baby, hey baby, coo, coo” and what have you. They love’em, they love to see them right when they get up in the morning. They love to wipe drool off their face. You can really see that they have maternal instincts that are kickin’ in.
I’ll post more often…
BR