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Everyday Motions

I hardly blog anymore! That's probably a good thing as it means that I have much more important things to be focusing on. However, I've come to the realization lately that life is in hyper speed and I don't want to forget things. I definitely want to make just a little more time to document my thoughts, experiences and feelings. 

We've been told what feels like thousands of times how fast life will fly by once we have kids. I can truly attest to this! Throw twins into the mix and (WHOA) it just goes even faster. My days consist of getting up before the sun, getting myself ready quickly, taking a few sips of coffee while trying to somehow mimic the energy that my four year old has first thing in the morning, changing and feeding our babies, loading/unloading the dishwasher, feeding the dog, trying to squeeze in some laundry, kiss my kiddos and out the door I go to head to work. I feel like my work day flies and before I know it, it's back home I go! Supper on the stove, laundry from the morning, entertaining the kiddos, feeding and changing babies, bills, cleaning, laundry, laundry, picking up toys, begging my four year old to pick up some toys, laundry, holding my babies until I hit the pillow! And guess what, I LOVE IT! Did I mention that I can juggle? That's right juggle! You get the idea! 

It's hard to believe my babies are approaching the six month mark and I'm also looking at preschools. I feel like the baby stage with my firstborn seemed to feel like it lasted longer. When you're caring for two at once, it really does fly. Where is the time going? Now if we could just get some spring time temperatures! 

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