Remember when I was all excited about my new part time work schedule...the one I raved about to a lot of you? Well, that's over. No, not just the part time schedule, but the job altogether. You see, my unit has been working on grant money because last year our department was dissolved and the only way for us to continue was to be self sustaining. Our appointments were due to end on June 19th of this year, but since we still have grant money we were hopeful they would be extended. Um, yeah...not so much. So June 19th, I'll be out of a job. Boo to that! This is a tricky situation because there is an issue of whether or not me working is worth it. After you pay childcare for 3 kids, it has to be a pretty darn good job. We are trying to figure out health insurance, since I provided that and my husband is self employed....this is the big issue. *Sigh*
In the meantime, looks like I'll be looking for jobs while trying out the SAHM thing for awhile. I have to admit, I'm excited to be home with the kids - a little stressed about how on earth we are going to swing it, but if I've learned anything these past 7 years it's that things will work out and God will provide for us. Just gotta keep the faith :-)
The little turkey's are doing great! Briar has decided she is tired of Emma getting all of the attention when rolling over, so she has started to try it. She can get half way, but she's a little chunkier than Emma, so she just can't quite get over. Oh, and the sleeping through the night thing? Uh, yeah...they happen to be awesome at it. 2 weeks of continuous night sleeping - I'm in twin momma heaven (and because I'm pretty sure I just jinxed myself by proclaiming this to the world, I am not knocking all on kinds of wood!).
The dreaded pink eye has hit our house. Right now Connor is the only one with the "crusties" but since he is constantly intruding on people's bubbles, I believe it is only a matter of time till we all look like zombies...walking around with pink, goopy eyes. Gross.
I'm super excited for the holiday weekend because we are tearing down some walls around our staircase to open up our house a bit. Man I love being married to a contractor. Doing a pretty large remodel, over 1 weekend, with a 3 year old and 3 month old twins? Are we crazy you may be asking. Um, yep...I'm pretty sure we are. We have this weird need to put our lives in a constant state of stress. Seriously. I think we thrive better that way for some reason. Will we be busy and on edge? mmmmhmmmmm. Who wouldn't? And I'm not ashamed to say that there will probably be some F-bombs dropped from yours truly (some might argue that the F-bomb part isn't different from any other day....I'm working on cutting back). But in the end, the project will be done and I'll let Bobby take a short breath before I start pressuring him to move on to the next project (lol).
Okey dokey, better get some bottles ready and my little man some cereal. Oh, don't even get me started on the cereal. I have made Connor a hot breakfast since he could eat solid foods, and for some reason these past few months whenever I ask him what he wants, it's just cereal (dry) in a bowl. C'mon kid, I'm offering you a wonderful hot, yummy breakfast...but no, he wants fruit loops. I never even used to keep cereal in the house, now we have every kind under the sun. Someone on the cartoon network must be a marketing genius because they got my kid ;-)
Till next time.......
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Tomorrow I become a runner...
Well, maybe not a runner....but tomorrow I do start attempting to run. (insert shock at this statement here!). For those of you that know me, I am not a runner. I am more of an out-of-shape mom that had two (count em two) babies 12 weeks ago. I'm mushy and gushy all over. Which is exactly why I have decided to run. You see, I'm in the mindset that running is an activity where you can get more bang for your buck...you can get a great workout in the least amount of time. And since time is not something that I have in abundance these days, running it shall be. I even picked a 5k race to train for and have told everybody and their dog (including you, little blog world) that I will be running in said race. So, like I said before...tomorrow I become a runner....today I'll enjoy an icy cold beer in the sunshine and possibly a strawberry shortcake later. Hey, if I become a runner tomorrow, than I can still be my mushy gushy self today (lol).
So anywho, let's talk about what's been happening with the Wilson Family five these past few weeks.
I started back to work. I decided to go part time and luckily my boss agreed to this schedule. Woo hoo. I'll be working only 2 days a week which gives me lots of time to enjoy the summer and my kiddos. Weird that I put summer before kiddos just then. Anyway, I think it will be a nice balance.
Things have been going great with the girls. They are officially sleeping through the night - which I am loving! I am now back in my bed. For those of you that don't know, I have been sleeping in the girl's room because Bobby has epilepsy and he can't be woken up at night (we already know that it can result in a seizure from experience). So I have a little twin bed in the girl's room and have been sleeping there. Well, just as I did with Connor, I said at 12 weeks I would move back to our room. So I did, and they don't seem to miss me. It helps that they are sleeping all night, because I don't have to make the trek up and down stairs a million times a night. And it's nice for me because if you count the month I was in the hospital, it has been 4 long months since I have slept in my bed. Yikes! The next step is to move them to their own cribs...stay tuned to hear how that goes.
Miss Emma Belle has started rolling over. It's really cute, but the little turkey gets stuck on her tummy and pitches a fit if you don't assist her back to her back. Briar seems content to stay on her back, but she likes to blah blah and entertains us with her long winded stories. Her facial expressions when she talks are just hilarious.
Connor is continuing on with the sassy mouth, but he's also sweeter than ever...if that makes sense. Everyone keeps telling me it's because he's 3 and when he's 4, things will get better. I think they are called the trying 3's and boy that certainly holds true for us. But at the same time, he's an excellent helper and so sweet to his sisters, whom he absolutely adores. I keep waiting for the jealousy to kick in, but he sincerely seems to think they are the bees knees.
We've had a couple hot days and I'm starting to get worried for summer. We don't have air conditioning you see (gasp!). But in our defense, we live in a town where air conditioning is literally only needed for maybe 4 weeks out of the year. We talk about getting it, but then those 4 weeks pass by and we're all "we really don't NEED it" and "We are so 'green' by not polluting the ozone".
The fact of the matter is we probably really do need it with 3 young kids and after this summer might be singing a different tune about that damn ozone layer. But for this summer, we are going to beat the heat the old fashioned way. I've stocked the mini fridge in the man's room in the basement and we are basically going to live down there and outside in the kiddie pool.
I really am going to try to blog more. I feel like I've lost my "funny" because I spend all my blog time giving updates and can't talk about the really important stuff like super poopy diapers or when I went to the bathroom for 2 seconds and Connor decided to put "lotion" (ie diaper cream) on his sister's head because it looked dry. You see those are things that funny blogs are made of, and yet....you are stuck with updates. Ah well, maybe next time I will bring the funny :-)
Till then......
So anywho, let's talk about what's been happening with the Wilson Family five these past few weeks.
I started back to work. I decided to go part time and luckily my boss agreed to this schedule. Woo hoo. I'll be working only 2 days a week which gives me lots of time to enjoy the summer and my kiddos. Weird that I put summer before kiddos just then. Anyway, I think it will be a nice balance.
Things have been going great with the girls. They are officially sleeping through the night - which I am loving! I am now back in my bed. For those of you that don't know, I have been sleeping in the girl's room because Bobby has epilepsy and he can't be woken up at night (we already know that it can result in a seizure from experience). So I have a little twin bed in the girl's room and have been sleeping there. Well, just as I did with Connor, I said at 12 weeks I would move back to our room. So I did, and they don't seem to miss me. It helps that they are sleeping all night, because I don't have to make the trek up and down stairs a million times a night. And it's nice for me because if you count the month I was in the hospital, it has been 4 long months since I have slept in my bed. Yikes! The next step is to move them to their own cribs...stay tuned to hear how that goes.
Miss Emma Belle has started rolling over. It's really cute, but the little turkey gets stuck on her tummy and pitches a fit if you don't assist her back to her back. Briar seems content to stay on her back, but she likes to blah blah and entertains us with her long winded stories. Her facial expressions when she talks are just hilarious.
Connor is continuing on with the sassy mouth, but he's also sweeter than ever...if that makes sense. Everyone keeps telling me it's because he's 3 and when he's 4, things will get better. I think they are called the trying 3's and boy that certainly holds true for us. But at the same time, he's an excellent helper and so sweet to his sisters, whom he absolutely adores. I keep waiting for the jealousy to kick in, but he sincerely seems to think they are the bees knees.
We've had a couple hot days and I'm starting to get worried for summer. We don't have air conditioning you see (gasp!). But in our defense, we live in a town where air conditioning is literally only needed for maybe 4 weeks out of the year. We talk about getting it, but then those 4 weeks pass by and we're all "we really don't NEED it" and "We are so 'green' by not polluting the ozone".
The fact of the matter is we probably really do need it with 3 young kids and after this summer might be singing a different tune about that damn ozone layer. But for this summer, we are going to beat the heat the old fashioned way. I've stocked the mini fridge in the man's room in the basement and we are basically going to live down there and outside in the kiddie pool.
I really am going to try to blog more. I feel like I've lost my "funny" because I spend all my blog time giving updates and can't talk about the really important stuff like super poopy diapers or when I went to the bathroom for 2 seconds and Connor decided to put "lotion" (ie diaper cream) on his sister's head because it looked dry. You see those are things that funny blogs are made of, and yet....you are stuck with updates. Ah well, maybe next time I will bring the funny :-)
Till then......
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Well, that's weird....
Ok, Ok...I have not been the best blogger lately. But in my defense I did start back to work this week. Granted I'm only part time, but still...it was just another thing to do on my endless list of to do's. But work is not what I want to talk about. Of course I will give an update on the kids, but first let's get to the weirdness.
So I'm done nursing. Judge me if you want, but unless you are a mom of twins with an older child and are successfully nursing and think it's nothing but blissful (*you're a superstar), then I say hold your judgment for someone else. Breastfeeding is hard. Nobody tells you how hard it is. And everyone is all "it gets really easy by the third or fourth month". But when you are struggling, the third or fourth month feels like an eternity away. I would love to say that I gave it up because it was painful (it wasn't) or that my girls were having digestive issues (they weren't). No, the fact of the matter is Briar decided she was done - she just wouldn't latch. And it was so time consuming to nurse one baby, bottle feed the other and then pump that I was starting to feel like all I did was feed the babies. I was becoming an unhappy mama. So we weaned Emma to a bottle. But Emma and I hung on to the middle of the night feeding for a little while longer.
-K, so here's the weird thing...I went through the couple days of engorgement and uncomfortableness to dry my milk up. I considered myself dry. A couple weeks have gone by, still dry. But then the other day I was holding one of the girls and I felt that "let down" feeling. I thought I must be mistaken. But the next day, when I was in the shower, I looked down and saw milk literally squirting all over the place. Huh. Well, that's weird. Since then I've been having a little leakage. What the heck? I thought I was all done with this milk business, but apparently my body thinks a little differently.
Anywho, that's all there is about that. So an update on the kiddos...
Connor's doing great, but he's developed a case of the sassy mouth. I mean seriously sassy. I'm sure this is the universe's way of paying me back for the sassy mouth I had as a kid, but I am not enjoying this new little attitude. The sad thing is, he's sweet as pie 98% of the time, but that other 2 %? Ahhhhhh.
The other day I told him if he was going to throw a fit he would need to go to his room and do it there. To which he replied, "You should go somewhere else because your mad and crabby!"
I will pause here for you to pick up your jaw from the floor (and, if you're like my mom when I told her this, to stop laughing)
*Pause*
-K, so I didn't know what to do. I just kind of stared at him. I mean, I know I should have instantly got on to him about the sass, but I was a little in shock that my sweet little guy just back-talked me, and I swear to pete that at that moment, I almost wanted to laugh a little.
Alrighty, so the girls are doing great. They are still very much opposites. Our little Emma is quite the Diva, and Briar is easy going. Brair is a babbler. She loves to talk and talk. Emma? Not really a blah, blaher, but she will give you the world's best smiles, complete with dimples.
They are finally starting to nap somewhere other than my arms (hallelujah). They still aren't the greatest nappers, but we're getting there. I decided to separate them for naps. Briar is in my room and Emma is in hers. This seems to be helping. They are still sleeping together at night. They go down great and generally sleep for about 5 to 5 1/2 hours (sometimes more). But if one wakes up in the wee hours of the morning (like around 4am) then the other wakes up to. We find this incredibly frustrating because every twin book we've read said that one twin won't wake up the other twin...that they are used to eachother and can ignore the other's crying. Well, that's a bunch of crap. Or our twins must be the exception to the rule. Because if one's crying the other one chimes in...almost always. It's like they will cry without knowing why they are crying. "Oh, my sister is crying? Well, something MUST be wrong, so I better help her get mom's attention by crying even louder. Heck, maybe I will throw in a screech 'cause I know that really gets mom's attention".
Maybe over time they will learn to ignore each other, but I'm not banking on it.
We are really into a good routine, and things are finally feeling a little (dare I say it) easier.
I'm sure I will have more to share sooner rather than later, and now that they are taking naps, I will be back blogging on a more regular basis.
Till next time....
So I'm done nursing. Judge me if you want, but unless you are a mom of twins with an older child and are successfully nursing and think it's nothing but blissful (*you're a superstar), then I say hold your judgment for someone else. Breastfeeding is hard. Nobody tells you how hard it is. And everyone is all "it gets really easy by the third or fourth month". But when you are struggling, the third or fourth month feels like an eternity away. I would love to say that I gave it up because it was painful (it wasn't) or that my girls were having digestive issues (they weren't). No, the fact of the matter is Briar decided she was done - she just wouldn't latch. And it was so time consuming to nurse one baby, bottle feed the other and then pump that I was starting to feel like all I did was feed the babies. I was becoming an unhappy mama. So we weaned Emma to a bottle. But Emma and I hung on to the middle of the night feeding for a little while longer.
-K, so here's the weird thing...I went through the couple days of engorgement and uncomfortableness to dry my milk up. I considered myself dry. A couple weeks have gone by, still dry. But then the other day I was holding one of the girls and I felt that "let down" feeling. I thought I must be mistaken. But the next day, when I was in the shower, I looked down and saw milk literally squirting all over the place. Huh. Well, that's weird. Since then I've been having a little leakage. What the heck? I thought I was all done with this milk business, but apparently my body thinks a little differently.
Anywho, that's all there is about that. So an update on the kiddos...
Connor's doing great, but he's developed a case of the sassy mouth. I mean seriously sassy. I'm sure this is the universe's way of paying me back for the sassy mouth I had as a kid, but I am not enjoying this new little attitude. The sad thing is, he's sweet as pie 98% of the time, but that other 2 %? Ahhhhhh.
The other day I told him if he was going to throw a fit he would need to go to his room and do it there. To which he replied, "You should go somewhere else because your mad and crabby!"
I will pause here for you to pick up your jaw from the floor (and, if you're like my mom when I told her this, to stop laughing)
*Pause*
-K, so I didn't know what to do. I just kind of stared at him. I mean, I know I should have instantly got on to him about the sass, but I was a little in shock that my sweet little guy just back-talked me, and I swear to pete that at that moment, I almost wanted to laugh a little.
Alrighty, so the girls are doing great. They are still very much opposites. Our little Emma is quite the Diva, and Briar is easy going. Brair is a babbler. She loves to talk and talk. Emma? Not really a blah, blaher, but she will give you the world's best smiles, complete with dimples.
They are finally starting to nap somewhere other than my arms (hallelujah). They still aren't the greatest nappers, but we're getting there. I decided to separate them for naps. Briar is in my room and Emma is in hers. This seems to be helping. They are still sleeping together at night. They go down great and generally sleep for about 5 to 5 1/2 hours (sometimes more). But if one wakes up in the wee hours of the morning (like around 4am) then the other wakes up to. We find this incredibly frustrating because every twin book we've read said that one twin won't wake up the other twin...that they are used to eachother and can ignore the other's crying. Well, that's a bunch of crap. Or our twins must be the exception to the rule. Because if one's crying the other one chimes in...almost always. It's like they will cry without knowing why they are crying. "Oh, my sister is crying? Well, something MUST be wrong, so I better help her get mom's attention by crying even louder. Heck, maybe I will throw in a screech 'cause I know that really gets mom's attention".
Maybe over time they will learn to ignore each other, but I'm not banking on it.
We are really into a good routine, and things are finally feeling a little (dare I say it) easier.
I'm sure I will have more to share sooner rather than later, and now that they are taking naps, I will be back blogging on a more regular basis.
Till next time....
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