Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Flower Girl

My princess made a beautiful flower girl in my cousin's wedding. She was beside herself with excitement to get to wear the beautiful dress. She actually did a really good job after a rush session of  'how to throw rose petals'. I included pictures of her getting ready because they showed her personality...and her silliness. I love her to the moon.

Halloween 2014



Here we are..Cruella and the dog catcher and the puppies. We won the family costume contest at the ACC.

Some pictures you just have to share


So happy that they are laughing now.

The evolution of a baby

Children change every single day that first year of life. Already, my boys look totally different than the babies I took home from the hospital. I just wanted to chronicle the first three months and the differences.






Hug your nearest stay-at-home mom

One thing I didn't count on as I emerged into the world of staying at home with my kids, is the level of loneliness it produces. I don't remember feeling this way with Addison, but maybe its because there was only one of her. Some days just keep going...and run together as day turns to night and night turns to day and every few hours I am up. My mornings are not beginnings to anything, they are a recovery period from the night before causing my shower time to be around noon and any activities outside of the house, thereafter. I wish I could say I got to catch up on my shows at least, but the TV never comes on. So, I find myself in this solitary world. Me, these little ones, my daughter and her endless chatter in a routine of sorts that just keeps going...and going. It is a lonely place.
If, per chance, I get a sitter or relief for a while, I am faced with a choice, do I get some much needed sleep? My brain is a chasm of forgetfulness these days. On the one hand I need the sleep desperately for simple functioning purposes. However, there is this need for some connection with people. A chance to get out of my confinement and socialize or do something fun. Always a choice. A hard choice. An impossible choice that no matter how I try and fit it all in, something suffers or the guilt of me not being at home overcomes my relief.
This morning during the 4:30 a.m feeding I am lost in this disdainful lullaby that is playing. It plays constantly while the boys sleep...on repeat...kinda like my life right now. It feels like the background music for this very boring version of Groundhog Day. A day that never ends.
We have reached 3 months now. For 14 weeks I have been doing this and with every week I am celebrating not the fact that my children are reaching milestones, but that this first year is shortening and I have less than 9 months to go before its over. I feel guilty for that. I feel like I'm squandering my supposed joy.
There are moments of joy and wonderment, but the rewards from the boys are few and far between at this stage. I call it the lump stage. At least they are smiling now...the both of them. That gives some measure of pay to my thankless job.
That sounded terrible. I wish it weren't true.
To add icing to this cake, my body is trying to find its equilibrium again. My metabolism has slowed to a crawl. I fear the scales because each time I step on them they seem to go up. I am also losing all that beautiful baby hair I grew in the last 9 months. No amount of vitamins is keeping it on my head. It falls out in handfuls at each shower and I end up finding strands in the most precarious places like my children's diapers. I call it "The great shed." My body hurts from my back to my feet. I wonder if it's from bad nutrition, lack of sleep or just the exiting of those baby hormones. I feel like a 70 year-old getting out of bed.
On top of all this, I am expected to be a pleasant person. I would feel sorry for my husband having to deal with me if I weren't dealing with everything else in flux with a side of loneliness. And so the one person who could be my helper is often slated as my enemy...and the cycle continues. Because who wants to be around a grouchy, balding, pudgy gal who can't remember your name? Yeah. I wouldn't either.
So, just know that new mom with her beautiful baby is hiding a world of hurt behind that smile. And if she is blessed with more than one child at a time, help her...visit her...sit and talk and rock a baby...give her time to breathe...to be a person and do it consistently. She is dying inside, but can't tell anyone for fear she will be judged.



Friday, October 24, 2014

The Princess is 6

I've avoided this place for 6 years but who can resist the birthday request of our only princess? So,  we partied down with Chucky Cheese and two of Addison' best friends. She really doing amazing in school and so excited to learn.  I wish that enthusiasm would last.  I know she'll be reading simple sentences by Christmas. As far as big Sisters go,  she is the best.  I haven't seen many sisters love their tiny siblings quite as much or want to be around them as much as she does.  She actually gets upset with me if I pick her up from school without them.  Her adjustment however to real school and a complete life change has proved to be a bit of a struggle both emotionally and physically.  At 5 we were all of a sudden having accidents at school. My little helper can also have a dark side and pitch many a tantrum.  Hopefully all the wrinkles of our new and improved life will iron out soon.  She still is,  however,  and always will be.... My #1 baby.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Smiles all Around

At any given moment, you can walk into my house these days and completely expect to see babies being tortured. The cries abound. That's what I've learned so far with twins...you let 'em cry. With Addison any peep was the beacon for me to run to the rescue. There were very few times when I left her to scream her little heart out.
Not so with the boys. Not because I'm mean...but because I am only one. One lap, one set of hands, one usable shoulder at a time, one mouth to use to whisper sweet words of comfort. Most days they stagger the hunger, the diapers, the tummy trouble. Most days. There are those times when my little sirens go off simultaneously and all I can do is pick. I become "Master Triage Mom" as I attend to the most egregious complaints first. Hunger trumps diaper....diaper trumps tummy ache...tummy ache trumps boredom...etc.

However, at just over a month old, my little angels have learned to smile. In-between the screams and the wails, there is this peace. They actually see my face and look into my eyes. They study my lips and my hair flopping around...and they smile. My reward. My delight each day. And all the screams become tolerable once again because somewhere in there, the clouds will part, the sun will shine and Will and Alex will smile at me.