Life with Twins

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Free at Last!

NOW: It’s my first real day of summer vacation!  YAY!!  Monday and Tuesday I had staff development, so I wasn’t really ‘off’ until today.  And it’s kinda cool outside 😦  But that’s ok.  Yesterday my friend Katie baby sat the twins while I was at my school-stuff.  They must have had a ball!  After she left, they kept asking for her.  I told them we’d see Katie Sunday at Uncle Steve’s party.  Then, like 3 hours later, at bathtime, I asked if they had fun with Katie today (because they were SO DIRTY from playing outside!)  They said, “Katie….Sunday…..Steve’s”.  They remembered!!  Wow. 

They picked some flowers for me while I was gone.

They were being very silly last night at dinner. 

 

When I asked Will what he was doing with his strawberry, he told me “mustache”.  What a word for a 22-month old kid.  I was laughing so hard, Tim yelled from upstairs to ask what I was laughing at.  I recently read an article that quoted a study.  The study had found that people who had kids did not say their kids made them happier on a daily basis.  I wish I could have been a part of this study – I would have skewed their numbers.  These little ones make me laugh SO much, and make me so happy to be their mommy. 

After dinner Will and Daddy were kicking the ball around the living room.  Ariel was making soup using a bucket and a shovel and feeding it to everyone – Mommy, Daddy, Will, Biscuit, Griffin, and various stuffed animals.

It was delicious!  I ate way too much!  A great chef, like her daddy.  🙂 

This morning they asked for toast for breakfast.  Will’s got a little mangled when he decided he’d rather have Cheerios.

Oh well.  I had frozen waffles with peanut butter, and a nice, big cup of coffee in my Tigger mug.

  I really have to start being more creative with my breakfasts this summer.  I see so many great ideas on other blogs.  I need to just write down what to buy and just buy it!  And just make it!  Especially because Tim leaves for work before I get up, so he doesn’t have to eat what I eat.  (Heaven forbid that boy eat extra fruit!)  Plus, I just have more time.  I’m not rushing to get the kids and myself ready to leave for Papa’s and work.  So, that will be my goal for myself next week; different breakfasts.

After breakfast, we played.  First the twins played with Dance Star Mickey and their boppy penguin.

Then, they spread out a couple of towels and blankets and we had a pretend picnic.  They invited Mommy, the doggies, the Sesame Street guys, the Princesses, Winnie the Pooh, Tigger, Eeyore, Piglet, Mickey and Minnie Mouse, Buzz Lightyear, Woody, Rex, and various other animals.  They served water, tea, strawberries, blueberries, and cupcakes.  They thought of all of these things themselves, I just provided some plastic bowls and plates. 

   

I also helped peel the wrappers off of their cupcakes.  I had one myself, too, of course. 

  When the bowls were empty – *this is how you know apparently* – all of the guys went home.  The twins and I had a “real” snack at the kitchen table – goldfish crackers and stars (Gerber puffs – the only “baby” snack they still request) and juice.  I usually use Apple Juice or White Grapefruit Juice mixed half with water.  We’re going to experiment with other juices soon.  Then, we watched Sesame Street.  Their favorite part is Elmo’s World.  I was singing along with the theme song “Elmo loves his goldfish, his crayon too”, and paused.  Ariel, my little songbird, sings “That’s Elmo’s World”.  I was shocked.  🙂   Then, they turned into zombies for about 10 minutes, which is why we don’t watch too much TV.

They were celebrating Dorothy’s birthday on the episode, which was funny because it’s Biscuit’s Birthday too!  (Did ya read the **bad** poem I wrote to her earlier, did ya, did ya??).  Then, we went for a cool, windy walk with their stuffed puppies in the wagon.  This is now.

Questions:  If your kid decides he/she doesn’t want what’s served, do you give them something else?  Always?

What would you suggest for my breakfasts next week?

THEN:  When I first got pregnant I found out through a blood test at the fertility doctor’s office.  Then, they had me come back a couple of days later to recheck my numbers.  They had pretty much quadrupled.  They should have just doubled.  What did this mean?  I started self-diagnosing, as pretty much anyone with Internet access does, and I called my friend, Leslie the Nurse.  I found out, and she thought too, that it COULD mean multiples.  Yippee!!!  But I had to wait for my sonogram appointment to find out for sure.

I went back to the fertility clinic about a week later for the internal sonogram.  They weren’t even sure that they would be able to see anything by that point because it was still so early, but they were going to try.  Two.  Two fertilized eggs.  I figured myself to be just about the luckiest person in the world!!  How exciting!  I was having twins!!!!!!!!!!!!!  They were each smaller than a grain of rice at that point.  That was then.

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On His Farm He Had Some Guys, and Princesses; E-I-E-I-O

NOW:  I love this game I made up.  I’m so clever.  The twins have a Fisher-Price farm that you can crawl through.  It makes noises, there’s vegetables (a triangle orange carrot, a circle red radish, and a purple square…?), eggs, a little radio.  It’s cute.  Especially when you’re stuck inside on a rainy day.  Especially when the song starts “Old MacDonald Had a Farm”…..and cuts off…..but your 22-month old daughter chimes in with “e-i-e-i-o” right on cue.

Anyway, the Farm Game.  It gets requests now.  (although farm comes out sounding like arm, so I have to actually be paying attention).

Ariel and Will bring Mommy all the “guys”.  Their word.  All the Sesame Street Characters, plus a few other little stuffed animals that have worked their way into this particular toy box.  Will dumps them in a pile and puts the box back behind the farm.

They now also have included the Disney Princess dolls that they have.  Then, we take turns having the guys and the princesses come to the door of the farm and asking if they can please come in (it teaches manners, too).  One of the twins opens the door, and the guy says thank you, and jumps inside.  They like eating the veggies and eggs.  Whole eggs, I know, it’s weird.

  In fact, here’s Grover now, ready to munch on a nice, tasty egg.  Complete with sound effects; YUM YUM YUM YUM YUM!  After the guy gets put into the farm and eats his (or her) fill, they get put back in their respective toy box.  Great system.  I especially love when it’s Ariel the Little Mermaid’s turn – Will calls her “dister” (sister) because of her name.  Insert AWWWW, here.  And yes, my daughter is named after the Little Mermaid. 

After the farm game they quietly played with the stacking cups and the rings on the stick. 

William will just continuously lift and drop the cups inside each other trying to figure out how to nestle them correctly.  But doesn’t get frustrated. 

Ariel grabbed the rings first.  I layed them all out on the carpet and told her which color to grab first.  She did EVERY ONE!  SHE RECOGNIZES COLORS!!!!!  Blue, green, yellow, orange, red.  Then she started putting them on incorrectly on purpose, and saying “no no no”, removing it, and putting the right one on.  My little buggers amaze me sometimes.  This is now.

THEN:  My second insemination using the injectable drugs was scheduled for  February 6, 2009 ( I remember because it was two days before my birthday).  I had 6 large follicles again.  The nurses questioned whether I wanted to proceed with this many.  It was risky.  I could end up with multiples.  Multiple multiples!  But I had to.  I had to take the chance.  They reminded me again about the possibility of sextuplets, or the chance that if the eggs became fertilized we had the option to do selective reduction.  I understood.  I couldn’t let a whole ‘nother month go by without even doing anything.  Plus, I had already used up my 2 months of injectables recommended by the doctor, so what would happen to me if I didn’t try this time? 

Tim and I took the day off, as usual, for my insemination.  He went with me, as usual.  I don’t know if it was the nurse, or my weirdly curved cervix, or what, but it was the most painful one yet.  She tried and tried and tried to get that little tube in.  She tried a different tube, a stiffer one.  She got another nurse to come help.  By now, I was sweating bullets, trying not to cry, trying to remember to breathe, trying not to say “no, stop, nevermind, I don’t wannna do it anymore”.  Because I had to do it.  I had to have a baby.  Tim stood by my head the entire time, pain on his face because I was in pain.  He asked if I wanted them to stop.  I shook my head violently.  NO.  The stiffer tube finally worked.  It was a little more uncomfortable than normal, but not unbearable.  I laid on the table for my 15 minutes before getting up.  Tim said, maybe it’s like a sign or something, because you had to suffer so much this time.  Maybe.

The nurse told me I shouldn’t exercise or have sex for the next few days.  What?  They didn’t tell us that last time.  She said because the follicles grow SO big with the injectables, there was a chance of them twisting or popping if I did activities that were too vigorous.  She said take it easy for the next couple of weeks if I wanted.  Just to be safe.  And if I didn’t get my period by February 19th, call for bloodwork. 

Tim and I left and went to Panera for breakfast.  We had Asiago cheese bagels with Sun-Dried Tomato spread.  Then we went across the parking lot to The Hallmark Store because I had seen a cute lion on a commercial and Tim wanted to buy it for me.  (I collect lions).  He was pink and red and had a heart-shaped mane for Valentine’s Day.  When you pulled his tail he Yowled and shook.  I think this might be the only Valentine’s Day gift Tim had ever given me.  We don’t usually celebrate Valentine’s Day because it’s so close to my birthday.  (Although, if he’s reading, flowers are always nice!!!). 

Two days later, my parents and sister came over for pizza and cake to celebrate my birthday.  I remember wondering if I was pregnant.  I remember getting my picture taken as they sang “happy birthday” and thinking, maybe I’m pregnant in this picture.  My first picture of my pregnancy.  Maybe.  I thought about it constantly, as usual.  That was then.