Who doesn't love a naked liddle one?!
Our 'perfect pair' courtesy of Parker's godmother...

Last night Brian and I had a hot date at Cheesecake Factory- with the kids of course. The topic of Halloween costumes came up. I thought it would be cute to just buy Halloween PJs...Brian had a different idea. Brian suggested that we dress Finley as Hillary Clinton (gag) and paint Parker black to be Barack Obama. Hmmmm. I pause here to give you all a little Meek family Halloween history; when Brian was a small child the television show Family Matters was popular. One year Brian painted himself black and went trick or treating as Erkle. Normal. Brian continued with the costume conversation stating that he could be George W. and I could dress up, are you ready for this, 'Laurel' Bush. Really? Laurel Bush honey? Needless to say our children will be wearing cute Halloween PJs and their Daddy will be getting a history lesson...

Our beautiful babies have been in this world an entire month! Seems like only yesterday...

Parker is now 13.5 pounds and is wearing 6mos clothes- apparently he didn't like his 3mos wardrobe. Finley is now 10.5 pounds and is just barely out of her NB onesies...

We should have known it was going to be a rough drive to St. Louis when Finley turned into the Exorcist an hour before we left. Soon after she ate she began to spit up. So that it wouldn't get on her outfit (heaven forbid) I sat her slightly upright in her bassinet. Then it happened- projectile vomit. I'm talking two feet of vomit that cleared the end of the cradle and landed on carpet. Six heaves later and I'm on the phone with the pediatrician ready to rush my littlest angel to the emergency room. Our doctor, God bless him, quickly calmed me down and reassured me that other signs and symptoms must be present in order to get seriously worried. He told us to go ahead and make the trip, just make sure to keep an eye on her- as if I needed to be told.

Two hours later our cars were packed to the ceiling (you have no idea how much crap two children need for a month) and we were caravanning to St. Louis. We made it all the way to Terre Haute- a whole hour outside of Indy when the babes started screaming for food. We found a parking lot behind Steak and Shake to feed them- nothing like pulling out your boobs behind a Steak and Shake dumpster. As I was feeding Finley Brian was changing Parker when he began to pee all over the seat and himself. One diaper cloth down. Then about 20 minutes later we started putting the babes back in their car seats to resume the trip when I noticed brown spots all over Parker's back- diarrhea. Sweet. Another change of the pants another diaper cloth down. The outfit in the diaper bag was too small for him so the poor little angel had to ride in his poop covered outfit the rest of the way. And we're off...

One hour later we are in Effingham and Finley's face is a shade of red I have never seen. They are screaming and hungry again. Another parking lot, another boob exposure. Soon after eating Finley starts vomiting again- all over herself and me. I'm beginning to get frazzled. Brian grabs a grey (you'll understand why color is important in a minute) Michigan t-shirt for me and puts her in the outfit from the diaper bag. Another diaper cloth down. At this point we also run out of wipes. Awesome. As Finley soaked my old shirt and bra I walk into the gas station to use the restroom with my arms crossed over my bouncing chest, hoping to pee and grab a cup of coffee in record time. I'm washing my hands and realize that I have two growing wet spots on my t-shirt...I mean could this be going any better. Again crossing my arms, I grab my coffee and go to the counter. The first thing the cashier does is ask me if I went to Michigan. Quit looking at my wet boobs creep...On the road again...

Hoping to make it the rest of the way without a stop (keep in mind this is usually a 3 and a half hour drive that we are now on hour 5 of) we give both the babes a pacifier, which I vowed never to do but at this point I'm willing to give them ice cream cones if we can just make it there. Then the rain hits. We're not talking a light drizzle. This is a torrential down pour that slows us down to 35 mph for about an hour. At this point I'm fighting back tears, my knuckles are white, I'm sitting bolt upright and beginning to ache all over my body. Please dear God get us there safe. Finally out of the rain we see the Arch! YES! Not so fast...

Thinking we finally made it, we're about 10 minutes from my parent's house and on hour six and a half of a 3 and a half hour drive a jackass going about 95mph swerves in front of the car ahead of me. I think to myself how this guy is going to cause a serious accident. About a mile further down the road and the guy swerves from the slow lane into the fast lane three cars ahead of me and slams into the concrete median, bounces off and hits another car in the middle lane causing it to fly off the road, then slams back into the median. I can't handle it. I pull off the road and have a serious breakdown. This was THREE cars ahead of me and my precious cargo. Brian is following me and has no idea what has happened as the idiot who caused the accident has left the scene and kept driving. Brian pulls me together and and a half an hour later we're finally home- 10pm on Friday night after SEVEN hours of pure hell...Man, am I looking forward to the drive back to Indy.

When I first discovered we were having boy-girl twins I rushed out and purchased TONS of matching outfits- you know, one in blue, one in pink, one in yellow, one in green. Matching, but not exactly the same. As the twins were born with a whopping two pounds of difference between them (a gap that has not at all shrunk) my dreams of darling, matching, babies were dashed. Perhaps it was God's way of telling me that matching your children's wardrobe on a daily basis would scar them for life...Brian still has nightmares of being dressed up like his brothers. Who knew this was such a big deal?! Anyways, Finley is still wearing newborn while Parker has moved swiftly into 3 month. Sad. All those matching clothes gone to waste...maybe my next set of twins will have closer birth weights (JK!).

We thought it was pretty incredible when, only 5 hours after entering the world, Parker held his head up on his own- eight times- while on his tummy. The twinfants (yes, this is a word) are now three weeks old and are absolutely loving their daily 'tummy time'...

This past weekend Joel (Brian's brother who works for Google) showed me how to view the hits of our blog- where they are coming from, how long people are spending here, how they found it, etc. We signed up to get this info on Friday night...by Monday morning, I had 48 hits from 8 states. Sooo, needless to say I'm slightly creeped out that people I don't know are checking out our fam! Welcome to all of our friends and family- if I have left anyone out please let me know their email address and I will add them to the list. Sorry for making you sign in every time to view the blog but we're glad you're here!