Different day, different baby. It really is pretty sweet. I have to keep reminding myself that because I usually think it would be even sweeter if they were sleeping that soundly in their own little cribs and I didn't have to keep doing this to get them to sleep!
Friday, May 23, 2008
There also could be other stats, like how many times I've gotten spit-up in my hair, how many times I've been up at night, how many tantrums Cash has thrown while I nurse the babies, or how many times I tell Ryan not to get his dress shirt on before he burps the babies. I also wonder if there's a way to quantify the amount of crying that goes on in this house because holy cow it's a lot, and quite often all three at the same time.
It sure is hard to get a picture of the two of them smiling together though!
Good job babies! Keep growing up. Until you sleep until 10am like your brother. (Ok, that's only sometimes, but quite frequently lately. Sure don't mind it though.)
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
lest I lead you all astray and to be a little more humble, I should warn you that the kid isn't really the charmer of social skills. Should you ever meet him, you will most likely be met with these:
The suspicious and skeptical sideways glance. Ryan's family got a good laugh last week when we were home that he could give such a good stare down and such funny looks(and the pictures don't even do it justice). He won't say a word to you and he'll stare you down like nobody's business. In fact, people here who saw the videos of him were like, "Cash can talk?" Yeah, smart and anti-social, that's how we train 'em.
Also, today I suddenly have some viscious diarrhea in addition. Not sure if it's from the medication or what. I knew a girl in New York who used to say, "I'm one flu away from my ideal weight." So true - I only lost the final 5 pounds after having Cash when I got a nasty bout of food poisoning. Well, I'm about 5 flus (flues? floosies?) away from my ideal weight, but here's hoping we can get that down to like, three.
Unfortunately Ryan was away on overnight call again. And don't worry - I know you all wish you were here to help. I wish you were too. :)
Saturday, May 17, 2008
* Birds chirping. I know, it sounds terrible, but let me explain. Every morning I seem to be feeding the babies around 3:30am or so. During that time, probably around 4am, birds start chirping outside our window. I HATE it. It sends me into a frenzied panic. I freak out because they're trying to imply that it's morning and that the night is slipping away from me while I'm desperately trying to cling to it. I always want to open the front door and start throwing rocks at them and tell them to shut up! It's not morning yet! I've hardly even slept! As I sit there, I envision that scene from Steel Magnolias where he gets out his shotgun right before the wedding and starts shooting into the trees to get rid of the birds. Everything gets covered in turd, but it is so worth it....
* When people say, "You had twins? You look great." Because I know they're not saying, "You look normal," or "You look just like you used to!" or "You look like you're not wearing fat pants anymore!" I know I look like I had twins. I'm not being self-depricating, just honest. I don't lose the weight easily while I'm nursing. I know most people are otherwise. I know what they really mean is, "You look great compared to the gigantic-ness that must have been you a few months ago." Which, I guess is true. I probably should have posted this before I went home and saw people because some of them will probably say that I did look fine. Yeah, well thank you Waistnipper, and thank you Laura for posting about it.
Things I just don't really appreciate, period:
*I just have to say how bad I hate postpartum hormones. As Ryan puts it, I'm either hot, or....hot. There is nothing worse than those dang night sweats. Ugh. SO gross. Luckily they're dying down, a little. But the hair in unwanted places has returned and so have the break-outs.
*Whenever some baby is crying in the middle of the night I let them cry for a while, then finally drag my behind downstairs just to find two little peacefully sleeping angels. Not even a red-faced baby to let me know who to be mad at. Ok, I guess I appreciate it a little bit. But then when it happens 10 minutes later, and 10 minutes after that, it gets a little less cute. Man, they sure haven't been the easy little babies they used to be anymore!
*Twin comments. Some of them are cute and of course everyone knows someone with twins, has twins, is a twin, heard something one time about twins... but the one that gets me is when people ask, "Are they twins?" I mean seriously. Don't you think it's a pretty safe assumption that these two babies in my double stroller that are remarkably close in size weren't conceived by me at least nine months apart?
Monday, May 12, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
And really, I'm sorry for all these negative posts! There really are good things that happen around here (just can't think of any right now). And I was thinking that I should clarify that I don't think my life is necessarily worse than any of the rest of you. I just depict mine more. :) And it's not worse than anyone with three kids in general. At least we can hole ourselves up in the house and not have to go anywhere. I can only imagine having twins and have to run older kids to school and other activities. Yuck.
I gave him some ibuprofen in case there's some unknown ailment that is causing this behavior, but I probably should have given him some Benadryl to just knock him out.
Let the diet Coke begin.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Around 6pm Ryan made a surprise stop home for a few minutes. I cried when I saw him I was so happy.
I cried again later that night (I mean morning) when I was getting out of bed for the 17th time and I realized I had only slept from 12am-3am.
I really hope the next call is better. Too bad it's every 4 days for the whole month.
In other news, Ashton is now 11lbs and Phoenix is 10lbs 8oz. And Cash has Fifth's disease. So much for my germ paranoia.
Oh, and yes, I did take the baby pictures.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
And we could have done it. We could have gotten this three-bedroom place - for $2300 a month. In rent. Not even buying. And that was a really good deal.
Desperate and cranky.
And driving home from the airport we even felt like we'd been kind of homesick and just felt relief to be back here. Yeah, Wisconsin doesn't seem too bad afterall.