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Hazel Genevieve

Hazel still remains our little sun spot.


She has an intense love for her sister and her Boppa (Grandpa). She has started calling for “sis-ee” when she wants Haley. The girls would exist on milk alone if I let her. We normally only buy 2%, but my mom gave us some whole milk last week that she had bought with the intent of using to make ice cream and it just didn’t end up happening. Oh my goodness. Giving Hazel whole milk is like giving a recovered addict a hit of whatever drug they use to crave. She was obsessed! It’s a little bit of a daily  struggle trying to get her to eat real food or drink water instead and all the while she continues her plaintive cries for “mo milk eease!” She loves to dance and has got some pretty sweet moves, if I do say so myself.


She’s the spokesperson of  the family. She answers any and all questions, whether they are meant for her or not. She’s still pretty timid when it comes to physical stuff: she won’t climb anything high or jump down from things. I kind of appreciate her cautiousness though, it means she isn’t giving me multiple heart attacks like her sister does.

She loves to organize. Ken and I will just giggle to each other (I mean, I giggle. Ken does whatever the manly version of giggling is) as she puts things where they belong. I took them to the Children’s Museum last month and Hazel would just pick up after the other kids at every station we were at.

She adores Minnie Mouse and her dog, Fifi. We have a tiny plastic Fifi figurine that she carries around with her most of the day. If she put it down somewhere she will come running up to me five minutes later with her hands stretched out, chirping “Fi Fi go?” over and over until the toy is located.


Some more nitty gritty details about my beautiful baby b.

Favorite Shows: Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Curious George, and Super Why

Favorite Books: The Berenstein Bears On The Moon by Stan and Jan Berenstein, Sylvie by Jennifer Sattler

Favorite Foods: Milk, “noo-noos” (noodles), and grapes. She doesn’t really have a sweet tooth, thankfully. She won’t   even finish an entire mini candy cane.

Dislikes: Putting on clothes, having her body moved, being put in her carseat, and Haley having a toy she wants to play with.

New Knowledge: The color blue, stars, circles, and can count to two… kinda.

And my favorite thing I have heard her say? “See-see, you?!” When she’s looking for Haley.



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Hazey Mae

Hazey has been only needing to sleep for an hour and fifteen minutes during the day so I have been getting a few extra Hazel cuddles. You know, if she doesn’t wake Haley up before I get to her.

2Hazel is such a fun little girl. She’s funny and silly and affectionate.

1She loves to read books and to get kisses and to play with her stuffed animals. She loves Winnie-the-Pooh and Minnie Mouse. She loves to dance and will start babbling to herself while she’s playing and I just die from the cuteness of it. I can’t wait for the baby babble to turn into words and to find out what she’s telling herself.

3She’s going through a baby doll phase and likes to play mommy. She’ll rock her baby dolls and feed them their bottles, she’s such a little nurturer. She tries to take care of her sister too, when she gets hurt  or is sad. She instigates a lot of the hugs and affection between the two girls.

5I really hope she has twins of her own someday, so I can give her this picture and show her that she can handle anything. 🙂

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Hazel is WALKING!!!! I’m thrilled, absolutely, completely, ridiculously thrilled! She’s officially a ‘toddler’. And I hope you all will join me in my embarrassing happy dance.


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Remember in this post how I barely mentioned that I had spent my first night away from the girls? Well, I did it. I left Ken in charge and went to spend the night at my parent’s house. Can I just tell y’all that I haven’t slept that good in a looooong time? Not having to sleep next to a baby monitor is lovely. I missed my little family like mad, but Momma was getting tired and a little burnt out and getting 24 hours to reboot everything was just what the doctor ordered.

This is what I missed while I was gone.

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Hazel takes my breath away at least once a day. For anyone who doesn’t know, if you are lucky enough to get pregnant with twins you have about a bagillion ultrasounds and the doctor will label the babies “A” and “B”. Which baby gets which label all comes down to who is closest to the exit sign. Haley’s butt was resting on my cervix, so she was “Baby A”. Even though this label is all about position and even though the girls are only a minute apart, Hazey has always been the baby in my mind.  She’s also felt like the bonus baby. I know Haley would have been apart of our family no matter what. I knew she was a girl from the start, I knew her name had to be Haley, she was ours without a doubt. But Hazel has always felt like someone we snuck away. Like we weren’t supposed to have her, but some how the stars aligned and we were given this beautiful, sweet, amazing little girl. I don’t want anyone to think this means that Haley is loved any less than her sister. She’s not. She is the daughter I always wanted. That I dreamed about and longed for. And Hazel is the daughter I didn’t know I needed, but boy, oh, boy, is she perfect for us.

She is such a chatterbox! I joke that she is definitely a girl because she needs to talk about everything she’s doing as she’s doing it. She’s super sweet, very affectionate. She will disappear every once in a while and I will find her in a corner, quietly playing with some toys or reading a book, totally content to do her own thing.5

She’s going through a little stranger danger right now, specifically with men. She eats pretty much anything, except for meats and she doesn’t seem to like melons very much. We’re still waiting for her to walk. She’s standing by herself and will walk everywhere if someone is helping her. Ken thinks she will walk on his birthday (Wednesday!) and I say she will walk on Easter. I hope it’s sooner, but I know my girl can’t be rushed, so I tried to pick a date that would give her plenty of time. But, y’all, I have an a.d.o.r.a.b.l.e dress for her to wear on Easter and it would just be the brown sugar on my bacon if she was able to walk while she was wearing it.


She has 6 teeth, is signing back “all done”, “more”, and “eat”, and shakes her head like a pro. Sometimes it means no, sometimes I think she just likes to get dizzy. Can’t you just see her in two more years twirling herself until she falls over giggling?

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Let Them Eat Cake!

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50 Weeks


50 weeks. Wow.

I Googled today to see when babies go from being infants toddlers. The resounding answer was when they turn one. Cue this momma lying on the floor bawling her eyes out that her kids are growing up a chorus of Happy Birthday.


Haley is a walking machine. She can even turn herself in a circle. Excuse all the drool, those stupid molars still haven’t come through. They don’t seem to be hurting her, but she’s been drooling like a leaky faucet. She loves taking a bath, carrying around her lovey, and being chased.

Hazel can pull herself up to standing flawlessly and will walk holding onto to our hands, or furniture. She can balance by herself, but I think she’s afraid to take a step. No rush though. Whenever she’s ready is fine with me. She loves to play peek-a-boo, to eat, and she says “quack quack” when we sing Rubber Ducky.

They are ridiculously adorable with each other. They play with each other, laugh with each other. There are many evenings when I am so overwhelmed with love and delight that I feel sad for people who don’t get to experience the joy of twins. It’s so magical and wonderful. Which is wonderful considering how terrified I was during the pregnancy.

50 weeks. I guess I should get to work on figuring out their birthday party. Eek!


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