Wednesday, January 27, 2010

my so-called life

fish sticks cooked, served and devoured.  nap time.

w needs every stuffed animal in bed with him, heads on the pillow, kissed, hugged, and tucked in.
n wants his "maff" (giraffe) and monster truck kissed, hugged, and in bed with him.
lights off, i leave the room, and a short party ensues.

the baby is changed, fed, played with, and content.

my lunch is put on the stove.

hearing that the twins' party is nearing an end, i open the door to re-tuck them into bed & give out the appropriate kisses once again.

"uh-oh, mess," n declares, grabbing his crotch. i notice that he has managed to remove his diaper inside his clothes (thank goodness it was a pajama day and the footie pjs kept the "mess" from being spread around the room).  i take him out to the other room so i can work on getting him cleaned up.

"pee. diaper," his brother states matter-of-factly, insisting that i change his diaper, too.  w gets a quick change, and then tucked back into bed. 

cue the baby.

little britches has rolled over & gotten himself stuck in a position he doesn't like. screams ensue.  thankfully, n isn't very thrilled about his predicament and is lying patiently on the floor while i soothe the screeching one.

the baby has been placated. back to the task at hand. i have no desire to describe in detail the "mess" in n's pants or the cleanup process. needless to say, it took a while. in the meantime, the baby is getting sleepy.

sleepiness & the small fry...if i catch his cues & get him down when his cheeks are rosy & his arms are flailing, we are all happy.  i have about 120 seconds to catch those cues and start to get him down before my otherwise easy baby becomes a screaming, crying nightmare.

needless to say, it's difficult to see rosy cheeks and flailing arms when up to one's elbows in you-know-what.

cue the baby. (offstage screaming)

finally...the mess is clean, the clothes have been changed, and a happy mr. n is tucked back into his bed and ready for a nap.  i rush to the baby's room, swaddle him up, give him his pacifier, and rock with him in my favorite chair until he has settled down and is practically asleep.

into the crib with that one.  take a deep breath & head downstairs.

what's that smell?

oh, had you forgotten too?

my lunch was on the stove.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

sooooo big!

4 months old = time to introduce that tasty rice cereal.  we waited a few weeks due to a nasty cold that we figured could only make the experience worse for our poor little man than it already promised to be.  as per the tradition started with his brothers, we donned the bib made especially by Great Aunt Fran, mixed up the slop, and prepared to introduce "solid" food.

the confused look on his face says it all:  what IS this stuff?
a quick swish around the mouth, and back out, caught on the spoon and shoveled back in for round 2

as i recall, the twins weren't thrilled with it their first time either.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Four Christmases

Happy New Year to us...our computer (which was already worse for the wear, having had several buttons shamelessly ripped off by some mischievous toddlers) decided to send me a message that I wasted entirely too much time looking at other people's lives on Facebook.

The screen went blank.

I could hear all the startup prompts and jingles, so I knew that the computer itself was working just fine...all the more frustrating for me not to be able to see what was happening.

We tried hooking up a different monitor, which the Geek Squad said should work just fine. such luck. I was about to melt daily dose of adult contact was gone...what is a girl in the 21st century to do? I almost had to actually pick up the phone and call some people...

And then, a miracle occurred. Suddenly, last night, we experienced the resurrection of a formerly dead computer screen. I don't know how long it will last, so I have vowed to remove the Christmas music & background from my blog, post an entry, and attempt to upload some pictures to Facebook so that the family (mom) will be satisfied.

We were happy to celebrate four different Christmases this could have been five, but that's a whole other I thought I'd share a favorite pic from each one.

Christmas #1: just me & my guys at our house
                                                W loves squishing his new Play-Doh
                                              N's favorite toy was Mama's new shoes

Christmas #2: with B's mom & brother & sis-in-law
                                                              the gang's all here
Christmas #3: at my folks' house
                                                     Santa made a special visit

Christmas #4: with all my aunts, uncles, & cousins
                                                              at the karaoke bar

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