My babies are 5 years old. They will be starting kindergarten in the fall. This is impossible. We went and registered them last week. They were both very distraught and begging to be home schooled because their brothers have scared the tar out of them about getting their kindergarten shots. Once that's out of the way, though, they will be very excited. They come with me to Zack's kindergarten class every week to help with a few minutes of paperwork, and they can't wait to be in the class themselves. I struggled for months with the decision of keeping them in the same class or splitting them up. I asked everyone I could think of for advice, and finally came to the tough decision to split them up. As I was signing the papers and specified to split them, Jeremy decided he would finally voice his opinion, which was to keep them together. Although months later than I would've liked, I was glad to let him make the final decision.

Jace is definitely the peacemaker of the two. He worships the ground Brody walks on and gives him whatever he wants. He is a happy kid and tries to be my helper.
Brody is a little more willing to speak his mind. He won't do anything he doesn't want to, and he still knows how to throw a GREAT tantrum. Although he's more of the "take" and Jace is the "give" in their relationship, he still loves his twin brother more than anything.

Their very most favorite thing to do is watch "Netflix." And that's what they say, they don't ask to watch a specific show or movie. It's always, "Can I watch Netflix?" They will most likely put on Phineas and Ferb or Rugrats All Grown Up. If I won't let them watch T.V., their next favorite thing to do is play games on the computer or my ipod. If they're not allowed to do those things they enjoy jumping on the trampoline, playing in the dirt, or playing with their toys. They are still inseparable. They do everything together. My greatest hope is that they will always be this close.

Every time I'm reminded of how old they're getting I reflect back on their infancy. I know I've talked about it before, but to this day it baffles me that we all came out of that alive. And again, I will freely admit there's no way that would've happened without Auntie Gayla's weekend sleepovers, Grandpa Cardon's twice a week afternoon babysitting, and Kira having the other four boys, well, 24/7. I will always have regrets that I didn't make more effort to enjoy them as babies, but I will always be so grateful for the help that got me through that tough time. There's no way I could've done it alone. I guess I should acknowledge that Jeremy was right there with me for the midnight feedings, diaper changings, and general pulling out of hair, but he's the dad! It's his job!

I love these boys so much and I'm so happy they came into my life!