NOW: We had such a flurry of activities and emotions going on this weekend!
Saturday morning started with our normal swim class….although we were running a little late because Tim and I got up and exercised and then had to pack up the car for tree-hunting.
We met our friends, Katie and Erich, for breakfast, and then we were on our way to the Field Of Dreams Tree Farm! YAY!
I had put the twins in boots because of the mud/snow and so they were very excited to be going outside. Apparently BOOTS = OUTSIDE. Makes sense. When we got there, we were happy to see a small layer of snow on the ground. This meant we could use our sled! YAY!
We bundled the kids up in snow pants, hats, mittens, and scarves and plopped them on the sled. I volunteered to pull them for a little while. Big Mistake. Why did I not realize that it was uphill? I told Tim I shouldn’t have bothered getting up to exercise that morning, this should have counted. Oh well, a little extra workout never hurt anyone, right?
So I’m pulling them up the path and we come to a fork in the road. Now, let me tell you, we have been going to the same Tree Farm for the last few years now. I knew we always went straight at the fork. Tim insisted we go left and seemed so sure of himself that we all agreed. Big mistake.
Luckily the twins were THRILLED to be in the woods. I pulled them on the path for a while, but then we decided to go off-roading a little bit. By that time they decided to get out and proceeded to trip over every tree stump they could possibly find. Not to mention getting stuck in brambles and hit in the face with tall weeds.
Ariel was dantily moving each and every branch out of her way as she walked. Oh my goodness, we were going to be here all F%$#%ing day if this continued. Will was just plowing through.
We convinced them to let us pick them up. I kept reminding Katie that she was the one who pitched the idea of bringing them. Of course, she grabbed Ariel, and even taunted that I had to carry the heavier one. Bitch. 🙂
So now I’m plowing through the brambles, trying not to trip with the boy in my arms who honestly now weighs at least 10 times as much as his normal 27 lbs. Probably because he ate 1 and 1/2 pancakes, a piece of bacon, a scrambled egg, 2 pieces of toast, a sausage link, and had a full cup of milk with breakfast. And some of Katie’s waffle. Plus, his jacket and snow pants have to weigh like 20 pounds each I think.
And he’s insisting that HE wants to pull the sled. So, I have it draped around my arm, but then also draped around his arm so that he thinks he’s pulling it. Of course, he also keeps wanted to manuver himself to peer over my shoulder and constantly reassures me “sled still there mommy.” Ok, thanks bud.
We get back to a path and I practically drop him. He probably would have bounced, but I
might have would have felt bad.
Now, here’s where we realize for sure that we do not normally go left at the fork. To the right of our path there is a very scary-looking foot bridge that I have never seen before in my life. Tim now insists that we should have listened to him and gone straight at the fork. I almost strangle him, but I still need him to cut down and drag a tree to my car.
Well, we have to cross the bridge now, he says. Um. No F-ing way. It is over a small creek, no railings. and there’s a big sign that says “slippery when wet”. No way.
Well, we had to. Katie and Erich went first, with the empty sled. Tim and I each carried a child. It wasn’t really slippery. But it was a little scary for someone who is afraid of heights and has a 2-year-old in their arms. But of course we were fine.
All this while we were looking for trees, but Tim finally spotted one that might work for us. It was 10 feet tall. BUT, there was a big gap in the middle…..so we took the top half of the tree!
Katie and Erich found one soon after we did. We made our way back up to the front. Luckily, we only had to drag the trees a short distance and then the workers came and got them with a four-wheeler, so we just had to get ourselves up front. By now, the twins were done wandering, and just sat in the sled all the way back. We paid for our trees, got some hot chocolate, and ate some yummy cookies Erich had made the night before. It took some time to get the tree secured to the top of my car, but then we were on our way home!
Twins fell asleep for about 15 minutes on the way home. 🙂 We got them out and fed then lunch while we set up the tree and they watched safetly from their high chairs. Then, we put them down for nap. Will cried for a while, as usual, but then was quiet. Ariel was talking to herself, as usual. I left to do a little shopping.
Tim called me.
Tim: Guess what else we need to buy for Christmas gifts?
Tim: Bed rails. And Guard Rails. Guess who just climbed out of the crib?
Me: Oh my gosh, is HE OK?!
Tim: Oh yes…..he’s fine…..SHE’S the one who climbed out!!!!!
Never would have guessed it. Even Tim, when he heard the THUMP, went running into Will’s room and found him sound asleep. It wasn’t until a couple seconds later, when he heard Ariel wailing, that he even figured out what had happened. She was on the floor. Crying, but fine. Tim was a little shaken up.
Then when he did go get Will, he discovered poop paintings again. Poor Daddy. He had a rough couple of hours. So he was a little stressed.
The next morning, there were more poop paintings. So Tim had Will jump in the shower with me to get washed off. I helped him clean up his room, and he went and got Ariel while I got dressed. She’s screaming at the top of her lungs when he walks in; “NOOOOO, WANT UPPY MOMMY!!!!!!!” So our morning started off a little stressful also. Then they were fighting during breakfast, and dumping food on the floor.
We decided to call Mema and Papa to see if they’d babysit while we got some shopping done. We just needed a break. I put the lights on the tree while Tim entertained the twins with Elmo Saves Christmas. Very cute movie! They loved it. Then, while we were out we started looking into our options for big-kid beds. I’d rather change them over while I’m at home a little, so we were originally going to do it February break. Looks like we might need to do it a couple months early. I know she only fell out once, but I really don’t want to risk it now…..knowing that she knows that she can get out. She’ll get over the scare in a few weeks, I’m sure.
After finishing our shopping, and then going to a nice dinner at a new restaurant in the mall, Gordon Biersch, and having a beer, we went home refreshed. And ready to put the ornaments on the tree with the twins. We put Muppet Family Christmas in because we had watched it already, so we didn’t have to pay super-close attention and answer a million questions. But they loved it the first time so we figured it would serve as an OK distraction while we put on some of the fragile ornaments. Everything worked out very well. After a while, Will started to get a little crabby because he was tired and Ariel wasn’t content with the stuffed ornaments we had deemed ok for her to put on, but we were almost done by that time anyway. I love sharing all of these traditions with them now that they kinda understand what’s going on! This is now.
THEN: My children were born at approximately 3 and a half pounds each. Pretty good for 31 week twins actually. When I was wheeled up to their incubators in the Dogwood room, I thought they were the smallest people I had ever seen. They were so fragile-looking that I was almost afraid to touch them. But I was their mother and I couldn’t be afraid. Besides, Tim and our families had, and they were fine.
I went to see Will first, because he was closer to the door. His lungs were a little more underdeveloped than his sister’s, so he had a CPAP machine and a mask on his face to help him maintain his oxygen levels. It wasn’t helping him breathe, just making sure he got what he needed. Other than that, he was hooked up to monitors in three different places. A clip was on his foot, monitoring his heartbeat. There were two different needles in his hands. And there was a feeding tube down his throat. He couldn’t open his eyes because of the mask. He was so beautiful and precious and little. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, but I had to see his sister.
She was hooked up to all the same machines, except the CPAP. She had been on the CPAP for a couple hours when she was first born but that was it. I thought the’d be enclosed, but instead they were on heated platforms, surrounded by blankets. They only had diapers on, so that they wouldn’t get too warm.
They couldn’t eat, that’s why they had the tubes.
They couldn’t regulatre their body temperatures, so they had the blankets and the heated pad.
They had to be monitored at all times and couldn’t be held yet. All I could do was lightly stroke their backs or touch their hands and feet carefully to let them know that Mommy was there. Finally.
That was then.