Bouncing Baby Boys

The boys love the bouncer so much that today I made a quick trip to buy a second one. Most of my twin books suggest that there's no need to *buy two of everything, so I originally only planned to buy one bouncer. However, when the boys started crying when they had to end their bouncing sessions, we knew we had a hit on our hands. They love it and are completely tuckered out when I put them down for naps. Bonus!

This evening I tried to accomplish a million things. I made a little progress. I wanted to address Christmas letters, but couldn't figure out how to print the labels. I finally figured that out, but can't find the dozens of "Forever" Christmas stamps that my mom picked up for me. The house is a disaster, so I'm trying to pick it up before Eric gets home on Monday. However, when I stop to think about why my life is in such disarray, I can't help but smile, because I'm thinking of my two little guys who surely have visions of sugar plums in their heads.

*During my frenzy of spring cleaning tonight, I moved the monkey chairs down to the basement. Low and behold, I spotted the exact same bouncer that I bought at the store this morning. I have no idea when we got it. Maybe it was a shower gift? Ahh, love my chaotic life.