Life with Twins

Posts tagged ‘playing’

2 (3) in Progress

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I’ve been playing;

  • Chase – run run run run run run run – all around the circle of our house.  I don’t know why the dogs bark as we do this, but it adds to the mayhem fun.
  • Tickle Monster – usually after the running….someone climbs into the chair and says “get me!” and the tickle monster does.
  • Hide ‘n Seek – “Mommy, we gonna hide under the table, come and find us!”

– “oh where could those kids be?  In the kitchen?  In the tent?  In the dining room?  Under the table!!!!  What a surprise!”

We also made Jell-O.  Later they told Daddy they added hot water and cold water and stirred it up and made it cold in the fridge.  They had some for dessert, topped with fruit!

I’ve also been cleaning;

Upstairs I dusted and vacuumed every where.  I also cleaned up my bedroom by putting some things down in the basement and stuffing some clothes in Tim’s closet.

In the basement I took all of the pieces of drywall out, broke it up, threw out what would fit in the garbage cans and moved the rest to the garage.  Why have pieces of drywall been laying in my basement for 7 years?  I don’t know.  I just don’t know.

Once the drywall was gone I was able to use that space for garage sale stuff – mostly baby related.  The cleared up a LARGE spot in the middle of the floor.  Then I also organized all the baby clothes.  I had packed them away by size, but not boy/girl, so I just rearranged and reorganized.  Then I started getting rid of some boxes of products we had been saving in case we had to take anything back like from the cookware we bought two years ago and the charcoal grill.

I swept too.  And didn’t see any mice in the two days I was down there.  Hooray!

The kids helped me sweep and mop the kitchen/hallway/bathroom also.  I should have taken pictures.   I’m terrible.  It was cute, take my word for it.  They helped me moved everything out.  They used their little broom and dustpan as well as helping with my big dustpan.  Then they used their little mop but also helped go back and forth with mine too.  Then they helped me put everything back in.  It was fun!  And a good learning experience for the day they can do it by themselves!

I started organizing some toys too.  As in, I took some toys from baby-hood that they don’t really play with anymore and put them in the basement.  Garage Sale Pile.  Shhhh….don’t tell them!

Digging for Gold

Mopping the Kitchen Floor

And now I’m blogging, so that’s a start for goal #3!  This is now.

THEN:  One day a nurse asked me if I wanted to change Will’s diaper for the first time.  A million thoughts went through my head in a split second.

If they were at home I would have changed plenty of diapers by now…..

I’ve never changed a diaper before in my life…….

I have to learn some time……..

There are so many wires and needles attached to him…….

What if I hurt him……..

I said no, but that I would watch and do it next time one of them needed a diaper change.  Having such little experience and having such a small baby with all of those needles and wires was just too much.  I didn’t feel guilty, I just watched and listened as she explained how to get around the wires as easily as possible.  It was important to do it fast so that he didn’t get cold.  Or pee on himself.  She was very reassuring.  That’s what I remember most from my experience in the NICU.  Everyone was so calm.  That made me calm.  And everyone was so efficient.  Like they weren’t fooling around…..even though these babies seemed so small and fragile they got the job done.

Usually when Tim and I would go up we would bring snacks and water and books to read.  We’d walk in and find comfy chairs and drag them over to our babies.  We’d say hi and talk to them and softly touch them through the holes in the incubator.  We’d either look at their charts or wait until a nurse came over to update us – which they always did as soon as they could.  We were mostly concerned about them gaining weight.  The nurses would also tell us if anything important or interesting that had happened overnight or when the doctor did his rounds.  Then we would just sit and read.  Spend time with each other and time with them.  If they needed to be fed, we’d hold them while they “ate” through their feeding tube.  After that first time we would change their diapers if they needed to be changed.  When I needed to pump I would leave and go to a different room to pump.  They had provided me with a whole second set of equipment so that I didn’t have to bring my own shields and tubes and bottles every time – I just left a set there and used the pump in the room.

See the feeding tubes taped to our shoulders?

It was like that for a while.  Just waiting for a change indicating that they were closer to going home.  In the meantime, we relaxed.  As much as we could considering the circumstances.  That was then.

Ariel-feeding tube in her nose now....

Will -no CPAP, with nose feeding tube

Cleaning, Playing, Blogging

What do these three things have in common?

Hopefully I will be doing them all this week since I have off for Mid-Winter break!

There’s a couple of lunch and dinner dates in the mix too.  My main goal is to clean out my basement which I already started today by getting the drywall pieces out of there and out for the garbage.  That’ll be while the kids are napping (fingers crossed).

While they’re awake there will be lots of playing!  Including having them play sweep and mop along with me while I really sweep and mop.  🙂  Maybe dusting too.

I’m also hoping to post a couple of times to kind of catch up on stuff and get back into the swing of things.

I’m back to running too, so I’ll update about that as well.  🙂

So…..see you soon!!!

Twinisms of the Week

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Monday: We went trick-or-treating for the first time!  After every house, Will announced “next house Mama!”.  They did pretty good saying trick or treat and remembering to say thank you.  Their favorites were the houses that held out the bowl and let them pick.  Will also made sure to wave good bye to everyone as we walked off their porch.  After going up and down one street (a pretty long street), Ariel plopped herself down on the grass in front of a house.  Daddy asked if she was all done.  She responded, “yes, carry me”.  So, we finished up the last house on the street, piled them both in the wagon and made our way home.  Nice night.  🙂

Tuesday: I needed to pick up the massive amounts of dog poop that were accumulating in our backyard, in addition to the leaves that were covering the piles.  I took the twins out with me.  After carefully cleaning up every last pile of poop, I started racking.  When the pile was big enough Ariel layed herself down and closed her eyes.  She asked me to cover her up, so I raked more leaves on top of her.  She laid there for a good 30 minutes, occasionally sitting up to see what William was doing.  When she finally stood up, Will went over to her and asked, “Rosie, Ariel?  Play Rosie?”  He wanted her to play ring-around-the-rosie with him and fall in the leaves.  Two cute things about this conversation: First – Him asking her to play, how cute is that?  Second – he has this adorable way of raising his voice at the end of a question so that you know it’s a question. 

Wednesday: Ariel was “being bad” during the day because she kept climbing on the couch whenever Papa left the room for 2 seconds.  Papa continuously yelled at her to get down.  Finally, Will set up her comfy chair facing the corner and took her by the hand and brought her over to sit down.  “Time Out Ariel”, he determined.  And. She. Sat. There.  Huh.  Once I got home I decided to put away all of the Halloween decorations.  I left out anything that could be “autumn” but put away the skeletons, etc.  The twins helped.  They are so useful!  I left the tote in the kitchen, and went around the house with them, collecting decorations.  As long as it was soft or unbreakable I handed it to them and they ran it to the box.  Then later on, Ariel was coloring and Will helped me dust (YES YES YES!!!!), and then we put out a few Thanksgiving decorations I have.  Will was continuously asking the rest of us, “you like turkey gobble gobble?  You like turkey?”

Thursday:  Diaper boxes are all the rage at our house.  They go in and out of style, as with any toy, but lately they are the “it” toy.  Toy, yes.  Cardboard diaper boxes.  Oh the things you can do with them and a little bit of imagination.  A train, a house, a tower (or towers), a door, a blockade, a dog cage (or baby cage hee hee), a car, a tunnel, a bridge.  You can even make windows to peek through.  Or little mini-houses for the “guys” (stuffed animals of all sorts).  Oh, and the twins like to play with them too.  😉

Friday: Getting ready to go meet Daddy at the car place so he can drop off his car for an oil change.  Then we’re bringing Chinese food home (the twins are ecstatic, I get a kick out of the fact that they like Chinese food).  Then we’re all putting our jerseys on and going over to a friend’s house to watch the Sabres game.  We have some Halloween presents to exchange too!  The twins will get to play with Matt and Eliza – always a great time! 

Have a great weekend!  Any fun plans?????   This is now.

THEN:  They finally brought Tim into the operating room, so that was a little of my stress gone.  Now I just had to concentrate on the fact that I could not feel the lower half of my body.  I know that was what was supposed to happen, but for someone who has never even had novacaine before it was a little unnerving.  Tim frequently assured me that my hips and legs were still attached to the upper half of my body.  I just had to trust him since a curtain was covering me and I really had no way of knowing for sure.

The worst part of the numbness was when I had to be moved from my current hospital bed to a much narrower one….without the use of my legs.  There were two nurses who were lifting me using the sheet underneath me.  This was terrifying.  I honestly thought they were going to drop me.  I weighed a million pounds because of the pregnancy already, plus my legs were dead weight.  So I felt like I must have weighed literally a ton.  I didn’t want them to move me.  But I had no choice.  I held onto the edge of the new, skinnier bed until my knuckles turned white.  But, of course, everything was fine.  Except that my heart was going to jump out of my chest.  And I could no longer feel my fingers on top of everything else.

Tim stayed by my head and held my hand from that point on.  I had drugs in me, attached to me, and a curtain covering me.  He was my only grip on reality.  So even though I wasn’t in any pain, I held his hand just as tight as if I was in labor.  I kept begging the nurse on my other side to tell me what was going on.  She patiently obliged.  Giving me (a basic) play-by-play of what was going on with my body as I couldn’t feel or see it. 

They had told me they would start with Ariel because she was Baby A.  I teased Tim that he wasn’t having a boy first.  So when I felt the first big tug, I knew it was her.

One of the things they had warned me about was that it was highly likely that the babies might not cry because of their under-developed lungs.  It didn’t necessarily mean that anything was seriously wrong, just that they might need to be put on a respirator or CPap machine right away.

I burst into tears when I heard my daughter screaming.  Not only because she was born but because she was breathing.  Even my nurse remarked that her lungs must be especially healthy for a preemie.  They brought her over to me after she was cleaned up.  I knew I wouldn’t be allowed to hold her, but they pressed her forehead to my lips so I could welcome her into my life.  She was bundled up and had a little pink hat on.  She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen……or heard.

Will was born 2 minutes later.  He entered the world a little more quietly, but was crying a little bit.  Still music to my ears.  They cleaned him up and pushed him past me in an incubator.  He needed a to be on a respirator.  I couldn’t touch him at all, just look and smile and whisper to him how much I loved him.

They were whisked away to the NICU.  I wouldn’t see them again for over 24 hours.  That was then.

Don’t Blink

NOW: So, Summer happened.  Did anyone see it go by?  I must have missed it.  Although I have to say it was probably one of the best summers of my life.  And it’s my only real excuse for not blogging as much as I originally planned. 

I want to take a moment to be sentimental.  I’m not really a sentimental person in real life.  It’s not that I hide my emotions, I’m just more logical than emotional.

But when I think about this summer with my children, I get an ache in my chest.  Especially right now, because at this moment they’re not even right in front of me. 

I guess I should be grateful, and I am, that at least I’m a teacher and I get to spend the summer with my twins.  Most moms, who work a full year, obviously don’t geta  whole two months off with theirs.  I am lucky, and I am grateful, but all I can think about is that it was too short. 

Now that I only am with them a few hours a day before they go to bed….and that involves making dinner and eating dinner…..I miss them with every fiber of my being.  I wish I could wake up, throw on all our bathing suits and spend the  morning in the backyard again.  I cannot honestly remember the last time we played outside.  Ever since school started (a mere 2 weeks ago), our weekends have been booked and we can’t even enjoy the fall weather that’s hitting.

I feel like every day I come home from work and I missed out on something.  They are living their lives without me most of the day and I’m missing it! 

I’m sure this is the lament of every working mom.  I’m not trying to throw myself a pity-party, I’m just re-realizing how much I love and miss those little people at home and sharing that with you.  I never realized I could love any two people so much.

Another quick note about school starting; I have been wearing my hair down again, not in a ponytail.  So, guess who stopped asking for ponytails/pigtails in her hair every morning?  Ariel.  Took me until today to realize that’s probably why she hasn’t been asking.  🙂  She wants to be like mommy.  What an honor. 

I am going to do a more detailed August recap soon.  It’s just been hard to find the time and motivation to get on the darn computer and blog.  Sorry.  Again.  This is now.

THEN: I was in the hospital again Saturday night, by myself.  Tim was going to come back Sunday morning because he decided he couldn’t go to work while I was in such a state of the unknown. 

On Saturday afternoon they asked me what I had done to change my diet because of my gestational diabetes.  What gestational diabetes?  I was never told I had failed my second blood test as well as my first.  I had not changed my diet at all.  I would have done anything to keep myself and my babies healthy during the pregnancy.  I would have eaten whatever they told me to eat and stayed away from anything I had to avoid.  But I never knew I had to.  After calling and calling about my results, and being reassured that if there was a problem I would be informed.  Well, there was a problem.  And because I didn’t fix that problem, it became a bigger problem.

On Sunday morning a high-risk doctor came to talk to us, but Tim wasn’t there yet.  I had severe pre-ecclampsia.  I was basically a ticking time bomb and I never knew it.    That was then.

Bounce-O-Rama

NOW:  Sunday Tim wanted to cook a brisket.  He needs to do a practice for the twins’ birthday party/Labor Day Party.  We invited a few friends over to share it because it was humungous.  We started out the afternoon by setting up the new Bounce House!

Tim’s mom wanted to get the twins a bounce house last year for their birthday but it was so late in the season they were all sold out.  So, this year she decided to buy it at the beginning of summer and gave it to them early.   We hadn’t set it up yet, but since our friends Brian and Leslie were bringing their son Matt, we figured it was the perfect time to try it out with the kids.

Will went right for it.  Ariel was a little more timid, so I had to go in with her at first.  Which I wanted to do anyway!  🙂 

After a little  while, I got out and They tried out the slide.  It was amazing how quickly they figured out how to get back in by themselves. 

Of course, they soon figured out it was a lot easier going up the slide than in the “right” way.  Oh well.  Tim’s brisket turned out really well.  A little too “smokey” flavored, but now he knows.  That was the point of the practice.  It’s something that needs to be cooked ALL DAY LONG, but that actually makes it easier because he can prep and cook other things while it’s on the grill.  So, he figures it’s a good idea for the parties.

YUM!  He’s going to use different wood chips next time so that it’s not quite so smokey-tasting.  I thought it was good, but what do I know? 

While we ate, the little boys played a little bit of hockey at the table with the sippy cups.  They went on the slide and swings after dinner and then it was bedtime.

It was so much fun being able to spend some relaxing time with our friends.  Summers just seem to get away from us sometimes.  And Tim and I are so busy on the weekends (and so is everyone else!), that it was great to have a day “off” where we didn’t have family parties or other obligations and we could just have a random day with our friends.  It’s great when we can let the kids play together too!!!  This is now.

THEN:  I felt as big as a house.  I know most women probably feel that way, especially towards the end of their pregnancies, but I was only 6 months and carrying the equivilent weight of a full-term singleton pregnancy. 

This picture was taken August 3, 2009.  I can see how swollen and full my face and wrists are, even in the picture!  I was still feeling pretty good though.  I was relatively cheerful about the whole thing.  I was on modified bedrest, but still being able to do what I wanted to, thanks to my glorious husband.

Let’s make this flashback about Tim.

I don’t know how most men react to infertility treatments and a crazy hormonal pregnant bed-resting wife, but my husband could not have been more supportive.  When we were trying to get pregnant he put up with all my self-diagnosis, came to as many fertility appointments as he could, and didn’t think twice about getting that sample in that little plastic cup every month.  He wanted a kid just as badly as I did….and he wanted me to be happy more than anything. 

Once I was pregnant it wasn’t long before I couldn’t do anything around the house.  He dutifully took over lawn-mowing, laundry, general cleaning, and setting up the babies rooms.  He didn’t do anything as quickly as I wanted him to, but he patiently kept explaining to me that not everything needed to be done within a month of my pregnancy.  In other words, he put up with my nagging and didn’t get annoyed by it.

He took me places in a wheelchair.  Now, I don’t know, but I think maybe other people would be embarrassed by this.  There was nothing “wrong” with me.  He pushed me all over and even put up with me in the motorized cart at the grocery store without saying a word. 

Maybe this seems uneventful or not extraordinary in the least.  But I was grateful for it. 

Everything was going along fine.  Tim did manage to get the rooms painted, the dressers upstairs, the cribs put together and the sheets on the mattresses.  He helped me wash all the clothes.  He put the toys together…..even the ones they wouldn’t be able to use for months…..and stored them in the family room. 

Everything was going along fine.  The bag was packed.  Way early.  Because I’m a planner and because what if I went in early?  I was going to the doctor at the end of August for a check-up and I’d be scheduling my C-Section for 38 weeks.  I was excited by that.  It’s not often you get to pick your babies’ birthday! 

Everything was going along fine.  But then the heartburn started.  That was then.

No Sleep + Little Nap = Day 2

NOW:  After getting the kids and ourselves ready on Thursday morning, after getting very little sleep the night before, we headed down to the free continental breakfast.  First issue:  No highchairs available at the moment.  There were only 3 to be seen and all were taken.

Mommy’s lap it is.

We did eventually get a highchair for Ariel, but then she was all mad because Will was still on my lap.  Another highchair for him opened up soon after.   So that was good, at least I could eat.  Because they sure didn’t.  There was a pretty good selection; waffles, sausage, egg with cheese, bagels, toast, cereals, hard-boiled eggs, yogurt, apples, juice, milk, coffee. 

We took them back up to the room to grab our stuff and I tried to get them to eat some Cheerios (which I brought with us…..gotta be prepared).  They kept dumping them on the floor, so I guess they were just too excited to eat.  Tim ran back downstairs to get ice for our water bottles and in the meantime Will went over to the pack-n-play and asked “nap? nap?”.  Um, no.  Not quite yet.

Then we were on our way!  We decided to put them in swimsuits (and us) because we figured we’d hit the water stuff first.  I suntan-lotioned them up before leaving the hotel to make it easier.  They were equipped with swim diapers and water shoes (which I bought especially for this trip because I had read somewhere that it was a good idea – it wasn’t – it was THE BEST IDEA EVER!) 

We drove about 20 minutes to get to Sesame Place from our hotel.  It would have been shorter, but mapquest apparently didn’t know that you can’t make left turns or U-turns ANYWHERE.  We chose preferred parking ($18) over regular ($15) because it was a little closer and worth the 3 extra bucks.  We got there a little after 10 am – it’s kinda weird that it doesn’t open until 10 because it caters to little kids and little kids are always up early. 

This was our first “Disney Does It Better” moment because most of the parks at Disney are open at 8 or 9 am – at least at the time of year when we usually go.

Our second “Disney Does It Better” moment was entering the park.  At Disney you put your ticket in a machine, it slides through, you scan your fingerprint, you’re done.  Here…..you gave your ticket to the attendant…..they scanned it in the machine…….you put your finger in for the print…….they gave you back your ticket……it seemed to take forever.

But oh well.

After renting a locker ($20, but you got $5 back after you turned in the key at the end) for the new camera and my purse, we headed over to Twiddlebug Land.  There were two larger waterslides, one with a double-inner tube and one with a large float for up to 6 people.  The twins were pretty interested, but we decided to take it a little slower first.  We headed over the the teeny tiny wave pool.  There were spouts of water coming up, and other splashy things. 

We all had a lot of fun.  Ariel fell once, face down, in the water, and got a little scared for a while.  So I had to carry her for a bit, but then she calmed down and kept telling me “deep deep” because she wanted to go back in the deep water (2 feet).

We decided to take a break from the water for a little bit and try out the slides.  They were pretty big.  Will climbed way up, and went down once:

Then he came back around and Ariel was still trying to get up.

By this time, some bigger kids were running and trying to push their way up.  Each of the twins got a little jostled and decided they didn’t want to do it anymore, so I had to help them back down.  Another mother and I said something to those bigger kids – like hello, you should wait in line, and not bump into little kids.  But my kids still didn’t want to go back up. 

Then we headed over to Big Bird’s Lazy River.  The kids needed life jackets and then I put Will on my lap and Ariel was on Tim’s.  They kinda liked this.  Except when they got splashed by any water that was squirting out or spraying down.  So we had to work to avoid these.  Because of this, we decided against going on the other raft/tube rides.  They like to splash, but don’t really like being splashed, if that makes any sense.

By then, it was past noon!  We didn’t realize we had been in the water over two hours!  On the way to the bathrooms we spotted…….ZOE!  The twins usually call her Abby though.  They call all the girl-monsters Abby for some reason.  I held their hands very tightly while we waited in line for our turn.  Then, I just let go and they ran right for her!  I also had her sign the autograph books I had made for them.

After our little chance-meeting, we got the twins dried off and dressed.  It was so great that there were changing stations in EVERY bathroom – even the men’s!  So Tim took one kid and I took the other.  Saved us so much time. 

 We headed over to Captain Ernie’s Bistro for lunch.  I wanted a Chicken Ceasar Wrap and Tim settled on the same.  It was really good!  We opted for a side of fruit, and also got a cup of blueberries and strawberries for the kids.  Tim and I had previously decided that we had to try and eat relatively well on this trip.  We weren’t “exercising” except for pushing the stoller around and walking and we didn’t want to come back having gained a ton of weight just because we had burgers instead of chicken.  We had brought the kids’ leftover pasta from dinner the night before for their lunch.  The twins were getting mighty crabby at this point.  They were way tired.  So we figured we’d just walk around a bit after lunch to see if they’d take a little nap in the stroller.  We also stopped at Mister Hooper’s Emporium to buy them each their first souvenier – a stuffed Telly for Will and a Bert for Ariel.  We thought maybe if they held onto them, they’d be more likely to snuggle up and fall asleep.

We also refilled their juice cups.  I had given them water first but they basically refused to drink it.  I always try to mix their juice half with water, and I figured it was so hot I didn’t really care what they drank as long as they were hydrated.  They just kept insisiting on juice. 

We walked around a bit and then got settled into a spot for the afternoon parade (2pm). 

Here we are, all waiting for the parade.  We had to try our best to keep Will entertained so that he wouldn’t kick his sleeping sister, who was in front of him in the stoller.  But he did pretty well – it was hot – he was sitting still – he had no idea why we were waiting.  But once he found out….I don’t think I’ve ever seen him SO FRIKKIN’ EXCITED!!!  My eyes were welling up with tears.  THIS is why we had come here.  For THIS reaction and this experience.

He kept yelling out the character’s names as he saw them, and screaming “coming coming!”  He was dancing and partying like crazy.  Ariel was still sleeping but that was ok, she woke up near the end. 

And this is our third “Disney Does It Better” moment.  If you’ve ever seen a Disney parade, you realize it repeats as it goes along.  This is for the sake of everyone along the parade route – no matter where you are you see virtually the same “show”.  At Sesame the parade stopped towards the beginning and the show went on and by the time it got to us the show was pretty much over.  The characters were still dancing and singing and stuff, but we decided we had to be up front if we watched the parade again.

We left the parade pretty happy though.  Except for Ariel.  Even with her little nap she was still kinda miserable.  Earlier she had been rubbing her eyes on her arms and got suntan lotion in them.  Her eyes were still all red and puffy even after I rinsed them out with water multiple times and washed her hands.  I thought her nap would have helped, but she kept complaining her eyes were still bothering her. 

Elmo’s World Live!  was starting in a half-hour, so we headed over to get in line.  Ariel was still whiny through basically the whole show, but she did seem to enjoy it.  We figured if anything could help, it would be seeing Elmo.  Will loved it!  He was dancing and laughing and calling to Elmo and Mr. Noodle. 

We were walking back up the main area and spotted Grover! 

Then Count von Count

Bert and Ernie

And Cookie Monster

And this was all with Will still not having a nap,and  Ariel moaning and groaning while in the stroller because she was still so tired.  But every time she got out to hug a character, we could tell she really was enjoying herself, despite her red-rimmed eyes. 

We asked the twins if they wanted to go have dinner, or find more guys.  “GUYS GUYS!” they both shouted.  Tim and I weren’t too sure – it was already almost 6, but we decided to go with what they wanted.  We headed to the back of the park where 1-2-3 Smile With Me was located.  Here, you can see Abby or Big Bird, and Elmo pretty much any time of the day. 

By this time, Will had caught on to the autograph book and was pointing excitedly back and forth to the book and the guy.  He was also saying “thank you” as the guy signed.  What nice manners! 

There was really nobody back there at this time of day, so they got a lot of one-on-one time with these characters.  We went through the “line” twice – once to see Abby and Elmo, and when Abby and Big Bird switched, so we went through to see Big Bird and Elmo. 

We piled into the car at this point to drive a short way to T.G.I. Fridays for dinner.  Before we even left the Sesame parking lot, the twins were asleep.  We decided to just get our food to-go and eat in the car.  Depending on what kind of mood they woke up in, maybe we’d go back to Sesame Place and they could just eat dinner there. 

They slept while we ordered and waited.  Then, just as we started eating, they woke up.  Will was screaming.  Ariel was fine because she realized we had french fries (The Count’s French Fry Count; that’s 2, 2 meals with french fries, ah, ah, ah).

We figured Will must still be tired so we headed back to the hotel.  Well, that was apparently the wrong move.  They were wired from their 45-minute nap.  We should have just gone back to the park.  They ran around the hotel room while Tim and I took showers and got stuff ready for the next day.  We gave them baths and then put them in the pack-n-plays.  Not wanting to make the same mistake as last night, we left one light on so they could see we were still there, but got into bed ourselves, too. 

We had to turn the light off after about 15 minutes of them throwing their toys out of the crib, giggling like maniacs, and asking us to pick them up again.  Better than the screaming from last night.  Even after the light was out they continued to play.  They finally laid down and fell asleep around 10pm.  This is when Tim said we should have just gone back to the park.  But oh well……..they probably would have been acting like that until midnight then. 

They slept all the way through until 7:30 without incident.  Better than the night before.  🙂  This is now.

Hello? Are you there? We’re Looking for Bugs!

NOW:

Hello? Hello?

 They love the phone.  Probably all kids do, I don’t know.  I’m so enthralled by my own kids, but some people probably are all like, “been there, done that, all kids are the same”.  Oh well.

We teased Will yesterday.  He had Daddy’s cell phone (he stole it), and I kept calling it.

He was very confused.  But then every time it would stop ringing he would ask for more.  I love playing pranks on my unsuspecting children.  They are just so naive!  It’s TOO easy! 

We had gone outside Friday night.  I made the mistake one day of showing the kids how to look for bugs.  They kept seeing ants on the deck, but then they’d go down the cracks.  So I, being the smart mom that I am (ha), decided to show them how we could pick up rocks and look for bugs. 

We don’t really find many, which surprises me.  But I just tell the kids they must be sleeping.  This does not discourage them much; they just keep picking up the same rock and checking.  They are so easily entertained.  🙂

Once, I picked up a bug, well, a worm, to show them more closely.  They looked at it, but then Will said, “home, bug, home” and pointed to the ground.  So I put him back.  Now, all weekend they kept pointing outside and asking for bugs.  It was a little too chilly and rainy though. 

We went out to dinner with Mema and Papa.  The twins are actually pretty well behaved at restaurants (knock on wood) but that’s probably because we do our best to keep them entertained while they’re sitting.  Ariel was contented knowing there were french fries coming.  Will was contented eating ALL of the ONIONS out of Daddy’s French Onion Soup.  Now, I know Vidalias are sweet onions, but still, come on, what kid eats all these onions?

They were piled on this plate when he first started eating, no lie.  Anyway, we had a pretty good dinner.  It wasn’t our “cheat” day, so we tried to be good.  I had a Steak and Blue salad, and Tim had a BBQ chicken sandwich.  We split the fries that came with his. 

A couple with a kid a little older than Will and Ariel were sitting near us.  They pulled out their portable DVD player almost as soon as they sat down and put cartoons on for the kid!  I was shocked!  We overheard their explanation to the waitress – he just won’t leave home without it!  Really?  The kid is going to drive back home and get the DVD player if you don’t bring it?  Puh-leeze!  It’s not like it was a quiet-type restaurant where you really had to keep your kid super quiet.  Can’t you just spend some time talking to him/interacting with him/bringing toys and playing with him?  We played hide-and-seek with napkins for goodness sake!  I just can’t believe what lengths some parents will go to in order to avoid their children.

After the kids were in bed, Tim and I exercised on the Wii Fit again.  It was kind of cool today (only around 60 degrees), so by evening there was a nice breeze coming in through the window, which helps a lot when you’re exercising indoors.  And I lost 0.7 lbs!  YAY! 

After we showered we watched Pirates of the Caribbean.  We want to have a Disney marathon, but some of the movies we know the kids might enjoy.  Besides, we have to start training them on the characters for when we go to Disney World next year.  I would like to go in alphabetical order; that’s how they’re organized, but we knew the “new” Alice in Wonderland, and the Pirates movies would not be so interesting for the twins, so we started with those.  Plus, we hadn’t seen Alice before….good thing we watched it without them…..totally inappropriate/scary!

I made myself an iced coffee to help keep me awake. 

  Last summer, in an effort to save money and calories, I bought myself a Mr. Coffee Iced Tea Maker – only because it can be used as an Iced Coffee maker.  Now, I know that I could technically make iced coffee in my regular coffee pot, but I had tried that and it was not turning out right.  So, for 20 bucks from Target, this was a good investment. 

I used to (and sometimes still do) use Coffee Mate non-fat French Vanilla creamer for it.  But I recently discoverd this syrup – it’s sugar free Vanilla – and it has a much stronger taste.  Not as creamy, but I don’t need to use as much.  Plus, I can pretend I’m putting alcohol in.  

Here’s my special iced coffee cup – I found if I was just pouring into into a plain glass it didn’t feel as special and I was more tempted to go out and buy one rather than make it.  (Those Tim Hortons cups are laced with “something special”; I’m convinced.)

It’s the cup I got when we went to see The Little Mermaid on Broadway back in 2009.  My drink also helped curb my appetite.  I had had Doritos for a snack but was still craving something sweet.  This wasn’t the same as having a dish of ice cream, but the iced coffee + watching Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow was enough to keep my mind off my stomach.  *sigh*  This is now.

THEN: I was thinking back the other day to the long ago, in the before time (South Park, anyone?).  In 2000, I met my future husband.  We were both 19.  I didn’t necessarily know he was “the one” on our first date, but I knew he was special.  Soon, we started “Going Out”, and not long after, we said our I Love You’s.  Then we went from saying “IF we ever get married” to “WHEN we get married” and “IF we ever have kids” to “WHEN we have kids”.  It was funny too because my last serious boyfriend and I discussed having a family and I was totally against it.  Now, I was only 17/18 years old, but I think too, I knew he wouldn’t have been a good daddy.  Once I realized that Tim would be, all my feelings towards children changed. 

But even when we did get married in 2004, we still had the fear of getting pregnant.  I would hold my breath hoping I got my period that month.  We discussed when we would start trying but we wanted to me just married a couple of years first.  I wanted to get tenured at school first.  We wanted to just be selfish and on our own.  We had both come from living at home and I especially, hadn’t really experienced the freedom of being out on my own.  So we waited, which was fine, we probably weren’t ready.  I mean, if something had happened, and we ended up pregnant too early it would have been ok, we were married, we wanted kids, we would have been fine.

Then we had a scare.  It was December 2006.  My period was very, very late.  I didn’t even want to tell him.  Was I happy?  Upset?  How would he feel?  I finally told him and we talked.  We decided to wait until I was a week and a half late and take a pregnancy test.  It came back negative.  I got my period the next day.  But this scare made us realize – we were disappointed by that negative.  We were ready.  We would have been happier being pregnant than not.  I was getting tenured in May.  We were ready.  We were going to start trying to have a baby.  It was so great that we were both on the same page at the same time.  I still wasn’t going to go off the pill until I talked to my doctor, but I had an appointment in April, so that was fine.  We could wait a little longer.  But we were ready.  That was then.