Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Now it refers to that time between 5 p.m. and 7:30 p.m. For some reason, my three children, the ones who have been quite happy most of the day for MIL and my mom, develop some sort of split personality approximately 4 minutes after I walk in the door. And try as I may to run upstairs and change my clothes (so that my pants don't get something spilled on them and do not need to be washed - because if I have to wash them, then I have to iron them, and who has the time???), I cannot because I am bombarded with screaming, crying, children wanting to be picked up, children needing a diaper change, children who think dinner is overrated and would prefer to storm up to their room rather than sit at the table, a husband who is telling me that dinner is ready and why aren't the twins in their high chairs and why isn't the table cleaned off, and there I am wishing that the construction I sat through on my commute home was just a little bit longer...
Monday, July 27, 2009
Anyway, MIL felt bad knowing I'd be home alone w/ all three kids, so she offered to watch Connor. Which left me home alone with two 1 year old. Who still take two naps. And eat what you put in front of them. And don't talk.
It was wonderful! I'd like to say I felt guilty when later that day I told Keith I really liked only having twins for the day. ;) Not that I would ever trade in Connor for anything, but let's see. He is down to one nap a day - sometimes. Other times, he is in his room making noise and waking up the babies. He is such a picky eater and if it's not french toast sticks or yogurt, he refuses to eat it for lunch. And yes I had been waiting for quite some time for him to start talking. Now it's all he does. "Mommy, help me." "Mommy, I can't do it." "Mommy, wait for me." (This is usually yelled at me as I quickly run up the stairs so I can go to the bathroom in peace. Although it's not peaceful since he is then outside the door, knocking on it and asking me why the door is locked.)
Fast forward one week. This past weekend, Keith worked at the townhouse Saturday AND Sunday. (Something about making extra money since we are planning on being broke this fall:
2 days of daycare for twins = $220 a week. 2 days part time preschool for one = $40)
He offered to take Connor to his mom's, but I do feel bad since the weekends are her time away from my lovely children. So I said no, that's ok. Apparently that was the crazies talking.
18 time outs later (and that was just on Saturday), as soon as Keith walked in the door, I just had to run out to Ulta to get new nail polish.
(Isn't it pretty? It's called, "It's All Greek to Me".)
I really truly would like to be a stay-at-home mom. I just think I need to wait until my kids start school.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Over at the Multiples and More website, their question of the week is "What would you do with TEN million dollars?"
I thought about this driving into work this morning. And came up with just a few things:
- Buy a new house. One that had a master bathroom and large closets. A full-sized basement. 4 bedrooms. A large backyard. A screened in back porch. And a front porch.
- Pay off my sister's mortgage or buy her a new house. And pay off my aunt's townhouse.
- Quit my job because I hate having to come to work and be bored and unchallenged for 8 hours a day/5 days a week.
- Write my novel - because now I have some free time since I don't work. ;)
- Hire a nanny to come to my house for one hour a day so that I can work out in our exercise room. (Since I'm guessing even with 10 million dollars, Keith will still be against me getting a tummy tuck.) After she is done with the kids, she can fold all the laundry and put it away.
- Store enough away for college and weddings.
- Take a family vacation every year.
- Oh - and celebrate our five year anniversary in New Orleans. Because we LOVE New Orleans and miss it so much!
- Buy Keith that big truck he wants. The one that you need a ladder to climb into because the tires are so big.
- Buy a new minivan - one that doesn't have a crack in the bumper thanks to Keith taking out a pile of snow turned to ice last January.
- For myself, I would buy a Louis Vuitton purse because I've always wanted one.
- Give lots of money to the March of Dimes.
- The rest would be put into savings or stocks so that I could be a SAHM and be involved with my kids' schools and volunteer.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Connor and I do a picture every year in front of this tiger.
Our wonderful new stroller and its happy occupants.
Connor and a giant turtle.
My boys in looking at some fish.
Keira and Daddy
Now some might think the highlight of our trip was the fact that the kids all did so well on the 45 minute car ride to and from the zoo. Or that they all behaved so well. Or that we paid extra to go see the dinosaur exhibit and Connor had a blast, running around looking at the apatosaurus and t-rex.
But the real highlight was that all three kids sat quietly in the zoo restaurant and ate the lunch that was placed in front of them. I actually thought that perhaps someone had switched Connor with some other kid who actually ate. (And I considered keeping this new kid.) Apparently we need to shell out cash for a zoo membership and pay for overpriced food for my three year old to eat. Maybe we could go to the zoo every weekend. ;)
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Let me use it in a sentence: Keira was so crabassy at physical therapy on Monday, that she cried the entire time. A whole hour of her crying w/ the PT trying to get her to do things. I am secretly pleased Keith had the day off and he took her, since I had to through this before with her at therapy.
Let me use it in another sentence: Connor was very crabassy this morning when he realized the fruit on his oatmeal (the fruit he picked out) was not something he liked. Therefore the crabassy boy cried that he was done with breakfast, after taking ONE spoonful. He then walked around crying because I would not allow him to eat cheez-its for breakfast. He also threw the box at me. Again, I am secretly pleased I had to leave and go to work.
Here it is used again: Keith forgot to turn on the coffeemaker this morning (although in his defense he was busy changing two poopy diapers), but Sarah was not crabassy about it. Rather she was secretly pleased and treated herself to a yummy Dunkin Donuts iced coffee.
Monday, July 13, 2009
I most certainly did not accidentally hit an extra "1" when making an outgoing call at work today. (We dial 9+1+area code+number.) I did however quickly disconnect the call. I then did not call the school cadets to say I accidentally dialed 9-1-1. They did not alert the cadet in my building, and he did not come running down the hall to make sure I was ok, thus not alerting all my co-workers that I am an idiot who cannot work a phone. He did not ask for my identification and then he did not fill out a report on me which will of course not go into my permanent work file.
(BTW - the call never went through to 9-1-1. So I could have saved myself the embarrassment of calling and reporting myself to the cadets.)
Friday, July 10, 2009
Three months later, God must have thought I was getting bored with life, so he threw in torticollis and physical therapy for little Colin. By January, we had an appointment to get his head measured for a helmet due to plagiocephaly. Lots of prayers to St. Therese later, Colin was ONE millimeter shy of a helmet. Woo hoo!
At the twins’ nine month well baby visit, I received disappointing news – for two. Keira would be going to PT now too because she couldn’t sit on her own, much less bear weight on her legs. And Colin fell off the growth chart. Low weight, plus the brain bleed (which really was a brain bleed after all) caused the ped to recommend having an MRI done to check for cerebral palsy. Um, what?!?! I asked to wait until at least 12 months. I didn’t tell anyone in my family. I cried when we got home. I tried to explain it to my husband – although I didn’t do a good job.
Three months have passed since then. Keira, who has been diagnosed with low muscle tone, does PT once a week. She can pull to a stand and cruises the furniture just fine. She even stood up last night all on her own. Colin can walk! He took his first steps before his first birthday (just like his big brother). I’ve also caught him standing on toys and trying to climb out of the super yard. Besides being small, you would think he was like any other baby at this age.
Highlight of their 12 month well baby visit include:
- Colin screaming almost the entire time because we wouldn’t let him crawl on the floor.
- A different ped because ours was on vacation. She was nice, but very pregnant and I am sure she prayed that her baby would not be a screamer like mine. She also asked if my BOY/GIRL twins were identical. Now while I expect this question from random people at Target, I do naively assume that a doctor would have enough sense to realize that boys and girls have different parts to them and therefore cannot be identical.
- Two babies, one new doctor, over an hour in a tiny room. Lots of screaming and crying (and that was before the shots), mommy’s anxiety level really starts to rise and she sweats profusely, daddy allows one of the screamers to shred that flimsy paper on the table and now there are little pieces covering the floor like a soft blanket of snow, and we still have to go back to have blood work done for anemia and lead.
- The doctor tells me that although Keira cannot stand alone, she has checked her legs and is mostly assured that Keira will walk someday. (Not that this was ever a concern of mine. I’m beginning to think this doctor wasn’t completely paying attention when I was explaining why she is in PT.)
- The doctor then reads the regular ped’s notes about Colin, reads the letters sent by the NICU doctor, and tells me that most definitely Colin had a brain bleed on day one, although it was gone by day seven. And since he is only in the POINT three percentile for weight (height and head circumference are right on target) we need to check for cerebral palsy. (Commence tears. Although I did wait until we were at home, and I was alone.) Another reason she feels that we need to check is because she told me he can’t walk. Again, I feel that she must have been quite overwhelmed with our visit because I told her Colin CAN walk.
Again I left the appointment feeling discouraged and disappointed, not to mention exhausted and wanting a vodka shot or a valium (neither of which I partake of in real life). My second opinion did not go well at all. How can I get a third opinion? How can I find out more information to see if Colin really needs to be put under and go through an MRI to check for CP? By the way, if he is diagnosed with CP, I asked the ped what they will do. She said they will do PT. Um, he is already in PT. It’s not like they will give him a special pill to fix him. Do I call on St. Therese to see if she can help make things better? I have faith; I just think I need more of it.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Three years ago today, at 7:01 a.m., Connor came into this world crying. This morning, at 7:01 a.m., he must have remembered that moment and decided to repeat it. He was crying about his pacifier, which he hasn't had in quite sometime. I don't know what happened - we know he did something naughty from the loud boom and the crying little brother, but he wouldn't tell us what it was. He decided it would be better to burst into tears himself and cry for his boo-boo. So apparently the "trying threes" actually start on Day One. Hmph.
Connor and his daddy did make it to story time at the library, where he painted a beautiful picture:
Then the two of them surprised me at work with lunch from Panda Express. My sweet, although very picky, boy does eat orange chicken, lo mein noodles, and crab rangoon. But give him a piece of ham and he acts as though it burns like acid.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Anyway, when my sister came to pick up Lexi later in the day, Lexi asked for a kiss from Connor. He now enjoys kissing people on the lips (although I did catch him kissing the door the other day, but whatever). He kissed Lexi on the lips, and she said him, "Connor, I didn't want a FAIRYTALE kiss. I wanted a regular one."
Monday, July 6, 2009
Welcome to "Not Me" Monday. This blog carnival was created by MckMama over at http://www.mycharmingkids.net/. Hop on over to see what she and everyone else has not been doing this week!
I thought I would give this a try this week.
I did not suggest to my husband last night that the next time we feed the twins spaghettios, we borrow my parents' dog because I know Lucy could lick the floor, the high chairs, and the twins clean in about 5 minutes (It took me 45 mins to get everything cleaned up). He did not tell me that it's a good idea.
I did not pick Keira up off the floor at Connor's birthday party, and she did not grab the pitcher of iced tea off the counter and throw it to the ground, thus soaking the floor, the rug and all the children that were surrounding me.
I did not hide in the living room last night eating a large piece of leftover birthday cake with extra frosting, while Connor sat at the kitchen table eating his small piece with minimal frosting.
I did not wash all the bathroom towels on Saturday night because the hand towel was dirty, and if I only washed that one, then the replacement hand towel would not match the bath towels.
My husband most certainly did not take apart our bedroom ceiling fan at 11 p.m. last night because it wasn't working correctly and he can't sleep without the fan. While he was not doing this, I was not up folding 8 loads of laundry that had been crammed into 3 laundry baskets, so of course the clothes were not wrinkled. I also was not watching The Soup and laughing at Joel make fun of the new show, "Dance your ass off", all the while not thinking about eating another piece of birthday cake.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
But two nights ago, we had two very tired babies who did not want to sleep. Colin was making the most noise, so I picked him up and sat with him in the rocker. Keira, seeing that my attention was focused on her brother, sat up and sucked her thumb for about 30 seconds. After deciding that she was not happy being ignored (I was trying not to make eye contact in hopes she would lay back down), she burst into tears and loud wailing. Keith came up and got her out of bed. She wanted her mommy, so we switched babies, and went back to rocking.
Suddenly, Colin made a little noise, like a "hmpfh". A moment later, Keira made the same noise. Then Colin, then Keira, and repeat. It was the sweetest thing to hear. They were talking (or something) to each other. He had his pacifier, she had her thumb, and the room was filled with "hmphs". They continued like that for a few minutes, before they were placed in their beds (again).