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Every morning, when I walk in to free my little twinkies from their baby prison, I open the door and put on an expression like I am absolutely shocked to see them there.
“My men!” I exclaim. “My men are here! I am so glad to see my man-boys!”
I gasp. I swoon. I tell them I am so lucky to have such manly men in my life.
They. Eat. It. Up!
I’m telling ya. You’ve never seen such excitement. There’s booty scooting, there’s clapping, there’s foot-stomping, and of course, smiles and giggles.
What can I say? I’m kind of a big deal.
This morning was like every other morning. I walked in, Read more on Finding words in his drool: Crazy or Observant?…
I pretty much lost it today.
Twice.
You see, my life revolves around poop. From the second I wake up in the morning, open the twins’ bedroom door and am nearly knocked unconscious by a mushroom cloud of stank, to the final nasty diaper of the day.
All day.
Every day.
Double diaper duty.
Sure, I love my babies. I do not, however, feel any fondness to their feces.
This morning, I left the babies in their cribs a little longer than normal. Read more on Seriously, enough with the crap….
Lindsay Maddox… Laughing my way through motherhood.
(And taking submission guidelines literally.)
Remember when MySpace wasn’t ghetto? That’s when my blogging career began. It started innocently: I wanted to lose weight and thought blogging would keep me accountable. I threw in some stories of my firstborn.
People commented.
I didn’t get to see Zander for a few hours after he was born. Wyatt, my Baby A, was fine, healthy, breathing great. Zander, however, had a few issues breathing. I have heard since that it’s pretty common for Baby B to have some breathing difficulties, especially when they’re delivered via c-section. Something about suddenly having room to move around in the uterus for a brief moment and not getting the fluid squished out of their lungs the way it would in a vaginal birth.
Today, despite a horrendously splitting headache, I ventured out of the house with all of my kids in tow. It was more out of necessity than anything.
I had to get two super important prescriptions filled:
I did a very bad thing yesterday; something I try not to do. Something that makes me feel like a very bad mama on the rare occasion that I do it…
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And now, it’s time for… maul that twin! Our contestants today are: Wyatt and Zander. Welcome boys, how are you feeling about today’s competition?
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Hm. They seem a bit indifferent. Perhaps they’re mentally preparing for today’s match.
A little somethin’ for the evening.
Kyli wrote a comment on my blog today telling me she’s 33 weeks pregnant with twins and on bedrest. So, for her and anyone else who’s pregnant or on bedrest or has twins, or just really wants to see cute pictures, this one is for you.
I pride myself on being real both to myself and others. So, I feel like I need to uphold that part of myself that I both love and hate and give you the true awfulness of what I’ve been through
recently.
Be forewarned… this may end up being more of a vent blog than a chipper-happy blog (but you know I’ll try to make it funny).
The past 24 hours have been pretty dog-gone stressful in my already semi-chaotic world. Sure, there was that whole
That seals it, Lily can no longer be left alone in a room for even a second. Yesterday, I was a bad mom. I was consumed in something else and not paying as close
of attention to the kids as I should have. Lily was in the kitchen doodling, giggling, having fun. Colby was playing with Transformers. The babies were sitting in their bouncy seats in the
kitchen near Lily.
I peeked in …
I did something to my babies last night that I would’ve never thought I would do; something that I am 100% positive they will hate me
for later in life.
You see, my babies have been waking up in the middle of the night. Desperate for a full-night’s sleep, I began running through my mind potential reasons why they might be waking up.
Like any mother of a non-sleeping baby (or two), …
because i want to remember all the sweet (and even not-so-sweet) moments of motherhood, i’m typing this blog one-handed. why, you ask? well, it’s simple…
my lap is full of babies.
babies who scream the second i put them down, but smile and snuggle when they’re in my arms. babies who are staring at each other, sucking their fingers, clutching my shirt, and stinking like spit
up. (note to self: bath time tonight.) babies …
Remember that fetal position rocking and humming I mentioned in my last blog? Yeah, that almost became a reality today. It’s sounding more and more appealing too,
the idea of jumping off the deep end of my sanity. I mean, it’d probably be pretty quiet in my very own padded room. Certainly, there wouldn’t be anyone throwing up on me or screaming their
brains out. Sure, other patients might be doing that in their own …
"192">I sit here, typing this blog, four sweet eyes staring at me. Four sweet eyes of two four-month-old babies who have spent the better part of the week puking their guts out all over
me. I wonder if they’re studying me to plot their next projectile spewing venture.
Y just gave me a wide, gummy smile when I typed that last line. He’s totally out to get me. …
Is it really only 9 am? Really? Wow, it has already been a heckuva day and I haven’t even had a sip of coffee. Before you continue reading, a forewarning: If reading about bodily fluid bothers you, don’t read on, because that will be the main topic of this blog.
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Okay then, I warned you.
I think God knew today was going to be a trying day for me and blessed me with an entire night’s sleep. Y and Z went to bed around 9 pm, …
