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  • A Sunday Morning in June, well now it’s almost noon, the one nap thing is taking it’s toll on me!

    June 14th, 2015

    Babies. I am so on the verge right now. Will you please take your nap? We’ve had a nice morning, just exhausting.  Breakfast, the park, more breakfast, playtime, bath, now I’m finally putting them down for their nap. It sounds like they’ll go to sleep. I know they are very tired. Last night I had to let Jack cry it out again. I think he’s teething. He only took his morning nap and he was so cranky all day I thought bedtime would be a breeze. No. He cried, I went down, rubbed his back several times. The last time Fiona was awake too, so I couldn’t hold him, it wouldn’t be right to do in front of Fiona, then she would start crying too. I had to just leave the room. He cried for seven minutes. I almost went down but I stopped myself. It was really hard and very draining. But effective.

    Jack

    That’s a practice in itself, the ability to not get carried away with my babies emotions. Often times, like last night there’s nothing I can do to make things better anyhow. Jack needed to work through his own feelings. He did a good job and was able to self soothe. It’s really hard not to get drawn in and feel bad.

    fionadome

    I think they are asleep now. YEA! I’m so glad. I really need a break. I feel my stress dissipating, my body is starting to loosen and relax. There’s nothing worse than when I put the babies down for their nap and they hoot and holler the whole time. I stand in place just listening to the baby monitor waiting for stillness, the beautiful sound I hear right now. With each screech I know they probably won’t be taking a nap and I won’t get my break. And they are a lot of work.

    jackandfionapark1

    I wonder if it’s more exhausting to me because I’m 44? Would I have more energy if I were 34? My friends that are 34 would probably say no! They tell me how exhausted they are too. Some day we’ll recoup!

    We’re going to a family BBQ later today. I had a little going away party for my nanny Ramona on Friday and the babies loved it. Jack was dancing, they ate and played all day. They like parties, but the problem is it’s at someone else’s house. People with grown children, so the house will not be childproofed. I won’t be able to relax like I did at my party! I’ll have to follow the babies around making sure they don’t put crazy stuff in their mouths. We won’t stay long, it’s too tiring!

    My new nanny starts tomorrow, it’s really exciting! I think Fiona is going to thrive with Heather helping us. She’s already doing so well, even with one hearing aid! I feel like she talks almost as much as Jack.

    Well it sounds like the babies are definitely down for a good nap. Time to give my Dog  Billy some love!

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  • 4:26 on a saturday afternoon

    June 13th, 2015

    Twisting. Creating symmetry, using muscles that are dormant. Yesterday we twisted in Rena’s yoga class. There are so many sounds going on right now. The dishwasher humming, vibrating, swishing water. There’s people playing basketball, cheering and rooting down at the park. The television is on, I heard a strange whistling noise, “What was that?” my eyes freezing, thought it was Jack. “It’s a noise on T.V.” Alan says, “It’s a hunting show”. Jack is hooting and hollering in the nursery. Screaming little screams, babbling, he won’t take a nap, but he’s too tired to be upstairs with me. He keeps crying over the littlest things. I told him just twenty minutes, just rest for twenty minutes and I’ll come and get you.

    Read an article this morning about moms of twins having mantras to get them through the mixed feelings, like when they envied the lives of women with singletons. I don’t have a mantra myself, and I’ve never had mixed feelings about having twins since they were born. But when I first found out there were two heartbeats my face turned white. I was freaked. I envisioned two Aliens coming to suck away my life. But once they were born I became us. I think its hard being a parent no matter what. I’m constantly challenged to figure it out. Maybe that would be my mantra if I had to have one, “Just figure shit out” and maybe I’d add, “As you go.”

    Jacks not sleeping. He’s babbling a lot. It does sound really cute. I’ll need to start dinner soon,  4:26 on a Saturday afternoon in June.

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  • It’s all about the kitchen!

    June 12th, 2015

    This picture makes me laugh every time I look at it. I think jack and Fiona’s expressions are so funny. I also realized how many pictures I post on Facebook where Jack and Fiona are in their high chairs. I imagine people wondering, “Are they always in their high chairs?” Well, no, but we do spend a great deal of time in the kitchen. In fact sometimes I feel like the whole day is based around eating, feeding, and cleaning up. There’s breakfast, which often comes in two or three parts, cheerios, banana, and morning bottle. Then playtime, then a snack of fruit or a food packet, oh and toast and sausage. Then there’s a snack after they wake up from their morning nap, if they take one, but they still need a snack no matter what at 10:30. Then there’s lunch at 11:30 or 12:00. Another snack at 3:30. Dinner at 5:00. It’s a lot! Each time I have to clean the high chairs, floor, and dishes. Last night at dinner time they didn’t like my tuna and macaroni and cheese casserole, so I threw it away. They turned their noses at my lentil, carrot, and potato stew, so I threw that away. (They liked both these dishes the day they were prepared) Yes, we waste a lot of food. Then I served Alan his meal of roasted Pork Tenderloin with potatoes and carrots.  I am getting the bottles ready, it’s time for us to go to the nursery. Fiona starts screeching at Alan. He picks her up and holds her on his lap while he eats his dinner. Guess what? She wants his food. She loves the pork and carrots, eats a whole bunch. So I get Jack and fed him some too. I didn’t think they would have liked this dish, it has red pepper flakes. I’m kind of mad because I think, “Why didn’t you babies eat while I was trying to feed you dinner?” It seems they don’t like leftovers, just like my husband. DAMN!

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