Monday, May 6, 2013
3:00 am - Jack is crying. I stumble out of bed and pick him up. (Nick does the last feeding of the night and I take care of overnights). They are still sleeping in our room in a co-sleeper (basically just a crib that attaches to the bed - it's getting a little, uh, snug in there, though so we are probably days from moving them to their nursery. :::stifles sobs:::) so I see him wallop Ellie in the face but she is unfazed. We go to the nursery across the hall and I locate the source of Jack's angst - dirty diaper. I change it as quickly as I can (with some pauses for kisses to the cheeks and nose) and just have him zipped back into his sleep blanket, when I see him make "the" face. The pooping face. Sigh.... I wait for him to finish and repeat the whole process (including the kisses). The kisses come back to bite me, though, as he is now wide awake and it's clear I can't just put him back down to go to sleep. Curses.
3:15 am - Put Jack in his crib (this mollifies him temporarily since he's unused to the scenery) and wander downstairs to the kitchen, hoping that maybe I'm wrong and maybe he'll fall asleep. Make a quick sweep of the family room and pick up errant baby gear and clothes. Hear Jack crying again, so I take him to our room and he has a 'snack' and falls asleep within a few minutes. Put him back in co-sleeper. Have to re-arrange his sister who is fond of sleeping like her father AKA Starfish-Style.
3:25am - Hmph. I'm awake now. Pick up my phone and check Facebook. Read a few blogs. Pick up my Nook and read a bit.
3:45am - Decide to go back to sleep.
4:30am - Alarm goes off on my phone. Remember that I am taking the kids to the sitter (usually Nick's job since I start work at 7am) so I can sleep in a bit. Re-set alarm for 5am.
5:00am - Alarm. Again. Rub my eyes and contemplate sleeping some more, but I know I can't. Go to the kitchen and make a cup of coffee in the Keurig (which I have pre-loaded the night before)...drink my coffee and try to wake up. Read Better Homes and Gardens. See lots of home projects/recipes/crafts I would like to attempt but know I don't have the time.
5:15am - Take a shower - the babies usually wake up some time between 5:30 and 6:00 am so I need to get my shower in now.
5:30 am - Check on the babies in the co-sleeper. No signs of movement. I'm safe to continue getting ready.
5:35 am - Comb hair out, EYE CREAM!, make-up, etc.
5:50 am - Hear Nick's alarm go off and see him head downstairs for breakfast.
5:55am - Normally I would go blend up my breakfast shake (kale, spinach, berries, banana, yogurt, chia, stevia and oatmeal) but I forgot to pre-make it last night and I don't think I'll have time to put it together. Instead, go and pick out my outfit, which I also usually have pre-picked out, but I was feeling sick last night, so another casualty.
6:05am - Turn on lights in bedroom and go to co-sleeper. Jack had been awoken by the lights and Ellie is in the process of doing so.
6:10am - Change Ellie and get her dressed. Jack snuggles with Nick. She's apparently not a fan of her outfit (I can practically hear her saying God, Mom - chervron? So not flattering and also SO 2011!) and is hungry. Hand her over to Nick to start feeding her while I change Jack.
6:15am - Change Jack's diaper which is, sadly, another scary one. He's teething like mad and has the accompanying diarrhea. (He will probably love that I've documented this for posterity). Start to get him dressed but he's too wiggly.
6:20am - Take Ellie back from Nick so he can get in the shower. Feed both babies.
6:35am - Babies are done eating - dress Jack and stick him in a boppy next to his sister. Boppy-sitting days are numbered as Jack is becoming increasingly squirmy, but since I'm just getting dressed and can keep an eye out, I feel okay about it. Mom of the year!
6:45am - Put on my jewelry and grab Jack to take him downstairs. Put him in his carseat. Hear Ellie upstairs making noise.
6:50am - Repeat with Ellie. She throws her wubanub pacifier (basically just a pacifier with a stuffed animal attached) on the ground. Pause to ask myself whether or not I should clean it off. Decide no - a few extra germs/dirt will only build up her immunity. Grab a couple of pieces of fruit and string cheese for breakfast, my purse, and my bag. Decide to chance it without a jacket.
6:55am - Load car up and head to the sitter.
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Time to wake up![/caption][caption id="attachment_884" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
Some of us wake up happy![/caption][caption id="attachment_885" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
Others do not.[/caption][caption id="attachment_886" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
Getting there.[/caption][caption id="attachment_887" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
Welp, I just died from cuteness.[/caption][caption id="attachment_888" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
Still trying to wake up.[/caption][caption id="attachment_889" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
Harumph.[/caption][caption id="attachment_890" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
Wiggle Worm.[/caption][caption id="attachment_891" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
I just...can't even...with you right now.[/caption][caption id="attachment_899" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
What shall we do now, Mom?[/caption][caption id="attachment_892" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
Wash and wear hair.[/caption][caption id="attachment_893" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
The first of many times I will look in the backseat to make sure both babies are there.[/caption]7:05am - Drop off at the sitter - chat for a few minutes. Jack gets excited to see her and practically propels himself out of the carseat. I'm glad he likes the sitter, but GEEZ, does he have to like her so much? :)
7:10am - In the car on the way to work.
7:20am - GET PULLED OVER, $#%*!!! (As soon as I see the lights flashing, I know it's for me and I know why. No, I wasn't speeding - just hadn't put my tags on yet. That I got in December. I was a little busy in December IF YOU'LL RECALL, OOPS.) See the officer glance back into the backseat of the car and try to look (more) sad, tired and pathetic-like. Works. I am able to produce the tags from my purse and the officer lets me off the hook. I apologize for wasting his time and tell him to 'keep up the good work'. Officer side eyes me. Quickly make my getaway.
7:35 am - Caught in traffic. There is NO route to work for me that does not involve construction.
7:45 am - Finally arrive at work.
Work until 4 pm - which looks something like this - email, email, project, someone needs my help, someone needs my help, email, phone call, break to look at picture of babies (awww!), email, project, LUNCH, impromptu meeting, someone needs my help, project, phone call, email, stop random people walking by my office to look at pictures of babies (awww!!!), meeting, email, email, email. Oh, and the assistant for my department is leaving next week (sniff, sniff) so also - orientation for new assistant. Break to read a few articles, one of which is a research article that says that the children of parents who don't routinely clean their pacifiers actually have less incidence of eczema, allergies, etc. I AM MOM OF THE YEAR!!! :::pat self on back for my forward-thinkingness:::
3:45pm - Start to get antsy about leaving to pick up Jack and Ellie. I saw an interview recently with Drew Barrymore where she compared getting home to see her baby girl to being in a new relationship - "does she like me?" "is she going to call?", etc. Totally get that. As much as I love my job, it's almost a physical relief to have the babies back with us in the evening.
4:00pm - Off to pick up the babies! But first...traffic. Rawr. I also listen to a lot of talk radio in the car these days because I am old and that is what old people do.
4:30 pm - At the sitter...both babies are smiley...obviously because they are delighted to see me. Chat for a few minutes and then load the babies back up into the car. Make inane conversation with them while we drive home. "Oh, look - it's a cow! Do you see the cow? The cow goes moooooooo! " Feel ridiculous. Carry on anyway.
4:45pm - Arrive home, bring the babies in and situate them in their bumbo chairs while I put my stuff away and change clothes.
5:00pm - Daddy's home!
5:05 pm - Crankiness is setting in. I put Ellie in her exersaucer and hang out with Jack.
5:15pm - Nothing is making Jack happy. I show Nick some new pajamas that came in the mail for Jack and Ellie (they busted out of their 3-6 month stuff OVERNIGHT). Nick insists we put their new PJs on them now. Ok! Change Jack's diaper and into the new PJs. This has not helped his mood.
5:20pm - Ellie gets her diaper changed and also PJs put on...put her down on a blanket to play, but she starts doing this thing where she whips her head back and forth, which is her 'tell' for a nap. I put her in the swing and let her go down for a catnap.
5:30pm - Return my attention to Jack who is still unhappy. Daddy and I try and cheer him up through various manuevers...he cracks a smile. Victory! Fist pump!
5:40pm - He's cranky again.
5:45pm - Still cranky.
5:50pm - Cranky.
5:55pm - I feed him, which is a brief respite from the crankiness. Ellie continues to doze.
6:10pm - Finished eating...now entertain me, please, woman! Fail miserably. Can tell he's tired and needs to take a short nap, but repeated attempts to put him down are thwarted.
6:15pm - 6:30 pm - He's in the pack and play, not napping, but he also sounds content.
6:30pm - Ellie is up and demanding to be fed, so I acquiesce to her demands. She downs her bottle in about five minutes flat. Impressive.
6:35pm - Jack is mad again. Nick saves the day by taking him down to the basement to watch the turtles swim. This seems to appease the child for awhile. Ellie and I join the boys...she is loving life and excited about all the activity in the basement. Lots of squealing/cooing/general merriment from her.
6:45pm - Decide to put Jack in the swing...he fusses and cries and generally makes his feelings known but EVENTUALLY he falls asleep. Ellie and I play in the exersaucer, read a book and play peek-a-boo.
7:00pm - Nick comes and takes over while I go get ready for the next day. He offers to go set up the monitor so we can start using the nursery, but I'm too tired to contemplate it. Tell him we will do it later this week. I wash all the bottles, prep my coffee, prep my shake, pick out the twins clothes for the next day and iron my outfit. Also start a load of laundry. We are constantly doing laundry. It's amazing how much two little people can produce in the way of laundry.
7:45 pm - Catch up a bit with Nick and then wander upstairs. Nick is hanging out with the babies on the couch - Ellie in her bumbo and Jack on Daddy's lap. Still not feeling that great (getting over a stomach bug, so I'm going to try and fall asleep early). Work on this post. Count my blessings that Nick is my partner - these early months with twins are TOUGH but we are doing it! Fist pump!
8:00pm - Turn on an episode of the Real Housewives of Orange County; I find that my choices for TV-watching are limited pretty much to bad reality TV and The Voice. Anything dramatic, violent, scary, etc...I can't handle. Probably would have been better if I figured this out before I attempted to watch Zero Dark Thirty with Nick a few weeks ago.
8:30pm - Can't keep eyes open...turn TV off and fall asleep. I find that I cannot keep up with Jack and Ellie unless I am getting at least 6-7 hours of sleep. Less than that and things get Ugly.
9:50pm - Nick brings Ellie to me...most nights she gets uber-cranky right before bed (over-tired, I think...I'm hoping we can drop this last bottle soon and start putting her to bed earlier) and the only way to get her to calm down enough for bed is some Mommy snuggles. Okay, twist my arm. She is WIDE awake and starts to fuss, but I sleepily jiggle her in my arms next to me and she calms down and lays quietly awake next to me.
10:30pm - Nick brings Jack up to the co-sleeper; he's awake, but usually can fall asleep on his own. He fusses just a bit and then falls asleep. Nick mistakenly thinks that Ellie is asleep and picks her up from my arms to put her in the co-sleeper. Wrong Move, Hot Shot! Ellie lets her displeasure at this newest arrangement be known. I pick her back up and bring her to bed with us.
1:00am - Realize that Ellie is no longer next to me. Nick must have moved her. Thank him silently and pat his back. Fall asleep.
2:30am - Hear Jack making noises...pray that he falls back asleep because I am so tired. Noises stop....yesssssss! Back to sleep. Will start the whole thing over again in a few hours.
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New PJs![/caption][caption id="attachment_895" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
Let's hold hands.[/caption][caption id="attachment_894" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
Home again![/caption][caption id="attachment_878" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
Welp. That's happening. Guess we'll invest in braces.[/caption][caption id="attachment_882" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
Yup. I'm cute.[/caption][caption id="attachment_881" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
I'll just sit here and be cute, k?[/caption][caption id="attachment_880" align="aligncenter" width="218"]
This girl is literally squealing in delight.[/caption][caption id="attachment_879" align="aligncenter" width="218"]
Sad, sad, oh wait - he's smiling! Quick - take a picture![/caption][caption id="attachment_877" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
Daddy Duty.[/caption][caption id="attachment_876" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
Oh hi.[/caption][caption id="attachment_875" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
So. Much. Awesome.[/caption][caption id="attachment_874" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
Turtle watching is the new whale watching.[/caption][caption id="attachment_871" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
Jack is sad[/caption][caption id="attachment_872" align="aligncenter" width="300"]
So very sad[/caption]
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