Sunday, August 31, 2008

Busy, Busy, Busy

Someday I'm going to get on the ball and update this thing like I should. Until then, sporadic is what I'll do best. These three boys have me run so ragged that I barely know which way is up anymore. If it's not trying to entertain the oldest and keep him in check, it's feeding the little ones, changing the little ones, pleading with the oldest to TRY and use the potty like a big boy, and of course, my achilles heel, attempting to keep up with the house. To top off the extreme exhaustion and overwhelming chores that are stacking up, our roof has sprung a leak (awesome!) and I've got mastitis (jealous?). Ever had mastitis? If you love flu-like symptoms, pain, and cold sweats, then you'll flip over this ailment! And to think if I'd just quit nursing I wouldn't even have to deal with it. *sigh* The things we suffer for the sake of what's best for our families.
In non bitching/moaning news, the fall tv schedule is quickly approaching and I'm psyched to be in the throes of another season of Grey's Anatomy and The Office. Best of all, my guilty pleasure starts tomorrow. :-) Here's hoping for a quiet night!

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

I'm ba-ack!

Life is good. Busy and pull-your-hair-out exhausting, but good none the less. We've had the twins home for almost 2 months now and I'm proud to report that they are getting chubbier by the day and eating and sleeping like little champs.

My boys, Creighton and Daniel.

They are most definitely a far cry from the little 4 lb. bundles on C-PAP and NG tubes sleeping so far away from us every night. Even on the bad days, it's comforting knowing that every night all I have to do is reach my arm out and I can touch either one of their sweet baby faces and smell their sweet baby heads in the co-sleeper next to me. Have you ever noticed that the top of a baby's head smells so.....I don't know, like love? It's the perfect mix of baby shampoo and brand new-ness and Dreft and I'm pretty sure that's what love smells like. Unless, of course, you're this kid:
Then love smells like Lucky Charms, apple juice, and play-dough. :-) I love my little guy!
Like the mess on our couch? I live on that thing with the twins. As you can see, we've got a naked Boppy, my tokidoki purse, my diaper bag, and other assorted "must haves" that I needed that day. It's in a perpetual state of disarray but at least our house looks lived in, right? Sure.

Monday, August 18, 2008

The Grandparents

My mom and dad came to stay with us for a week and oh my GOD do I miss them. They were such a huge help and I don't know how I got anything done before they got here. I'm going to have to relearn how to be a one woman domestic machine all over again.

While they were here, we got a gourmet dinner every night courtesy of my mom, Brad and I got a chance to go out on a date, and D was entertained non-stop by his favorite "Hoo-pah." Does my dad even try to correct him and have him say Grandpa? No. He thinks Hoopah is the coolest name ever given to a grandparent and insists that no one tell D that he's pronouncing it wrong. How do we explain this to his speech therapist?

Brad and I took advantage of our night out and had a romantic dinner at Mimi's followed by a night of acting like idiots at our local casino. We left with even money and had SO much fun. We figured if we're going to go, it might as well be now before all the damn snow birds invade again and we won't be able to go anywhere without being surrounded by blue hairs. You don't know fear until you notice the RV coming at you is driven by a tiny, shriveled up, 90 year old man possibly sitting on phone books to see over the dash.