Kentucky Mom to Twins and More

Thursday, September 30, 2010

It's "autumn fall" time, he says

Well it's already the first of October tomorrow. I can't believe that the girls are 9 mos now. I took them in for their shots today (more tears) and they are both at 17 lbs, just a few ounces off each other (we thought for sure Téa would be at least a pound heavier - she's a chunk!).

They are crawling (faster) and pulling up on everything, and the other night Mia tried lunging for the ottoman and let go - so we're sure she'll try and walk soon. Lord help me.
Mia can somewhat wave 'hi' to people, which is too cute to see.. and Matthew swears Téa said 'da da' yesterday -- which happened to be Brayden's first word too.

I figured out the source of Mia's crankyness the past few weeks - I noticed she cut her first tooth on the bottom, and I felt it with my finger, and boy that thing is sharp! We'll see if her mood improves someday once all her teeth are in, however.

Brayden and I took some friends down to papa's farm last week for a picnic day and it was so beautiful and warm and windy out. Soon the weather will be getting colder and I know we'll miss these nice days outside. Brayden noticed some of the leaves falling off the trees, and said, "mommy it's "autumn fall time!"

I had to laugh the other day when we walked to the park, and I was strolling the girls behind him as he rode his Gator and he stopped and turned around to me and said, "Nice day mommy..." and then kept driving... then he turned back and smiled and blew me a kiss. Oh, to freeze time. I tried to imbed this memory into my head as I flashed forward to a vision of him driving off in a car one day to go pick up a date or something. I know this time will not last for long.

I told him tonight at bedtime prayers that I'll miss him when he grows up, and he asked why. I said that sometimes when kids grow up they don't want to hug and snuggle their mommies anymore like this, and I he promised me he'd never do that;-)

Bray loves school and he can tell me the difference between a reptile and an amphibian, as they have learned in science class; he showed me how they made red and green "pattruns" on paper in art class and he talks about how he loves to go outside in gym class.

A new chapter is coming for us too, as I'll be headed back to work part-time at the hospital where Brayden was born doing registration work. I figured it would be good to start looking at more promising work options for when I eventually go back when the kids are in school. I fear the newspaper/writing jobs will be few and far between then - so I'm trying to expand out a bit in what I can do. I still plan to publish my books someday, I swear. I have to quit wiping butts before then.


Thursday, September 16, 2010

Bubble bath... failure

So, I can remember the day, way back ... before kids... when I'd take a bubble bath maybe a few times a week. I'd take a magazine and read it cover to cover, or maybe light some candles and just sit in the tub as the smell of the lavender aromatherapy crystals overcome me in my dark sanctuary.  

Yeah... not so much anymore.

Tonight after we (thought) we got the twins to bed and Matthew took Brayden downstairs, I attemped to take my first bubble bath in probably, oh I'm guessing about 9 months.
After washing away the dust from the tub, I filled it all the way with hot water and "mimosa" scent bubble bath. Oh man this is going to feel good. I need this. Mia has been screaming nonstop day and night pretty much since she emerged from the womb last year.

I step in. Ahhh. Nice and hot.

Man I need to shave my legs...

Ok after washing my face I lean against the tub. My back cracks.. again it cracks. It sounds like someone just put an ice cube in a cup of boiling water.

I close my eyes... and hear ... what else?... crying.
I tell myself, 'this is your alone time, let him take care of the kids.'
I sink lower. I try and relax, and swish what are left of the bubbles around the tub. My feet are dirty from chasing the girls - and the dog - in the grass earlier.

Crying.

I tap on the tub, knowing that below me is the kitchen, and surely someone will hear that and know either I need something or he should come upstairs.

Crying.

Doesn't he know they are in side-by-side cribs, and one can wake the other!?
I pound my foot on the bottom of the tub. Everything jiggles and I'm not talking about the bubbles, which pretty much have evaporated now anyway. Man I need to workout.

Crying.

Well, crap.
I get out of the tub and run down the hall, dripping in a towel.

Surprisingly Mia is sleeping despite Téa sitting up howling for attention. I attempt to calm her with her paci -- she probably doesn't feel well because she had a temperature of 101 earlier. Put her back in the crib, but she's still whimpering and squirming. I'm dripping on her.

I pick her back up, walk her to the pack and play in the guest room before she wakes up The Bad One.
Too bad I never enjoyed it.

Swaying with her, my towel drops and now the air vent is blowing cold air up my naked butt and I'm freezing. I lay her down, grab my towel and sneak out.

I go halfway down the stairs to "softly yell" at someone watching tv, "CAN'T YOU HEAR HER CRYING, I'M TRYING TO TAKE A BATH!"

Someone tells me he didn't hear because he was wiping a little someone's butt downstairs.

I go back upstairs and dip back into my tub, which is now tepid and not even remotely warm at this point.

Damnit I'm going to take a bath.

Wash my hair in the coldish water. Damn I need to shave my legs, bad.

Crying.

Try and pretend that I'm having a nice bath, but I'm wondering just how many minutes have to pass before it's worth it -- putting all this water in here for the sake of 'relaxation.'

Whimpering.

The bath water is now visibly dirty and cold. I may as well be bathing in the Ohio River right now.
I pick up the razor. I do a couple lines. Dang is this razor dull.. or are my legs... errr..

Cries and whimpering.

So I'm sure you know what happens at this point.
The kids come first. I guess they always will, right? This silly 'bathtime indulgence' of the past will probably never happen again - at least not any more frequently than 9 months at a time.

I guess that's ok right now. I can live with 45 second showers (literally that's all I have time for some days).

Oh... it's about seven minutes. That is the approximate time lapse of submersion in the tub where it has been worth it and you can drain the cold, dirty water without feeling like you wasted a good $15 of the Boone County Water District's reserves.

And yes, I still need to shave my legs.


Wednesday, September 8, 2010

First day of school for my first born!



It's official. My 'baby' is a big boy. Cue the tears.

Today, Sept. 8, 2010, was Brayden's first day of school. It's hard to believe how fast time has flown over the past three and a half years.

It's cliche to say, I know, but it feels like yesterday when Matthew and I were rushing to the emergency room (two weeks early!) to deliver our first born on that cold January night back in 2007. How excited we were thinking that our little baby wanted a January birthday just like mommy and daddy!


Feels like yesterday when we brought him home to our little Petersburg farm house, which was so cozy after that ice /snow storm we had when he was 2 days old.

Feels like yesterday when I was a new mom fumbling with breastpumps, feeding a fussy newborn at all hours and feeling overwhelmed and exhausted without sleep for weeks (months!)

It feels like yesterday when we watched him clinging to the piano bench, then lunge in little steps toward the couch, when he walked at 10 months.

Feels like yesterday that this little babbling baby turned into a funny little toddler, who used to ask for his "gim gim" (milk) at bedtime and cling to his "fafa" (paci) at naptime.


It was yesterday that Matthew and I said, "we've got time" when we talked about how someday he'll be in school...


A month ago I put a calendar in his playroom and we crossed off the days each night... counting down until his 'big day.'

Yesterday has turned into today.. and our little boy bounded through the doors at The Childrens House Montessori in Hebron this morning with a smile, ready to tackle the world! Preschool world anyway. Which made mommy and daddy smile, too - instead of cry!

When I picked him up at lunchtime, I found him playing in the music room, learning about instruments - bells, bongos and chimes. In the car, I asked how he liked school, and he said, "I'm happy mommy, I love school!"

Music to my ears.

He'll go back tomorrow. Every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday. It's only three days a week, but I know this 'yesterday' will turn into another tomorrow - two years down the line when he tackles kindergarten - or 10 years down the line when he walks through the doors of his daddy's and grandfather's alma mater, St. Xavier High School... and maybe someday when he goes to Notre Dame!!

I pray I get to see him then, I hope as I did today - with a smile - ready to tackle the world.



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