I'm one happy mama. My girls are so good at self-feeding and they are eating veggies! I steam (over steaming, actually) brocolli, cauliflower, green beans, carrots and they just eat them all! Granted the veggies become a bit tasteless when it's falling apart, but still.
Yesterday, I actually got Matty to eat baby carrots too! He was asking for a popsicle and I told him he couldn't have one until he hate a couple of carrots and he did. Woo hoo! I will try brocolli next time.
Now if I can only get my husband to eat veggies. Though he does claim that he does eat veggies; he eats potatoes and corn.
I'm feeling crappy at the moment. There is a disconnect going on between me and MonkeyDad.
He read my blog below and said, "you left something out."
Ok, I admit it. I left something thing out. I left out the fact that when the family asked him if they could go in the red train (Matty wanted to ride in the red train), he turned to Matty to ask him if it was OK and that they ride in the black one instead. Matty answered yes.
Alrighty then. I hope that's better. Does it now seem less accusatory towards him? Because really, the first thing I meant to imply on my blog was that it was my fault to want to go out for the day. I reaped what I sowed.
He said it's not that he thought I was making it to seem his fault. He said he's just reliving the misery of yesterday or something like that.
Anyway, it's my blog... a diary. Instead of internalizing things, I am writing it them down. I'm not even writing the whole thing down. I'm just writing a snap shot and a snap shot from my point of view and not others. If he wanted to write a blog based on his point of view, he really should. If I was to trully write what I feel and write everything that's in my head, I am sure I would appear psychotic to everyone.
With the high for the day topping 80 degrees, I thought what a great day to go to the mall and let Matty enjoy riding his favorite train. How was I to know it was going to end up as bad as it did? Neither the fact that the husband complained of body ache even before we left the house, nor the fact that Matty started the day whining at 5:30AM gave me a single clue.
For $2 a person, who wouldn't have fun riding in this?
Enjoying the ride with me in the blue car.
There was some sort of family happenning and we enjoyed a lot of Storm Troopers, Padawans, Imperial Guards, Darth Vader, and even Young Anakin. I don't know why Daddy (the Star Wars geek) didn't want his picture taken with Darth, though?
Daddy and the girls waiting for us to ride the train.
So far so good, right? Little did I know that Matty was planning on riding the train again, but this time with his Daddy. Daddy wanted to go home but went ahead and agreed. All the 4 train cars had people in it. If they wanted to go ahead and ride, they would have be in the cars with someone else. Matty refused. Apparently, he wanted to ride on the red one and that one was already full. So they stayed behind until the next ride (they should get first pick of which train they wanted to get in to since they were in the front of the line). By this time, I left them to enjoy the ride so that I could go browse in one of the stores.
When I saw the train pass me, I saw Matty and Daddy in the black and not the red and Matty was screaming and crying. Why wasn't he in the red one? Here's the story... When Daddy and Matty were about to get in the red car, the family behind them (family of 5) asked if they could get in the red one since it's the only car that was big enough to hold all of them. Well, well, well... wouldn't you know it, Daddy said yes. So they went and rode in the black one instead. It was a bad decision on Daddy's part, but to his defense he said he wasn't thinking straight because he was in pain.
From the moment they got off the train, the tantrum intensified. Daddy grabbed the stroller from me and pushed on ahead of us because he has finally reached his limit. So there I was trying to hold a 3 year old who was having a full body fit. It was hard enough to be carrying a 40 lb toddler, but a screaming, squirming, tired and sleepy toddler?
The planets definitely didn't align for this trip.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jojo crawl toward the baby wipes. Of course, being the sadist that I am, I took it away and moved it farther to see if she'd do it again. She crawled about 2 feet to get to it. Yay, Jojo!
But instead of an arm over arm, military-type crawl, she did an inch worm move. She planted both her elbows on the floor and brought her butt up bringing both her legs up closer to her. And when her legs were up, she pushed with them to move forward and she did it all over again.
My fear of having to chase after 2 babies going in 2 different directions is now not far from being realized. Yikes!
Katie is still crawling with her torso down. She experiments with lifting her butt off the floor and pushes forward, but she reverts back to the military-type crawl. But she is very very fast! I put her down on the livingroom floor, and turn around to grab a diaper and she's already 3 feet away! She pulls up when we reach for her and when I set her hands on something firm. But she doesn't do it on her own yet. She doesn't step forward on her own when we hold her up by her hands.
Jojo still moves in a circle, but hasn't yet started moving forward. We've coaxed her but she is just not motivated enough to want to do it. But she does scoot when she's sitting down. I don't quite know how she does it, but I could be sitting right in front of her and still don't know how she moves 2 feet from where I set her down. She tried to pull up using the exersaucer one day, but the thing is highly unstable so she never tried again. She pulls up to standing position when we reach for her and she takes steps when we hold on to her. If we hold her by her hands, she takes steps on her own. She gets her legs crossed sometimes though. I had her holding on to the side of the crib one day, and she managed to move sideways. She is experimenting on cruising, but she eventually falls down because she steps over her other leg.
I have pictures to post, but not on the computer I am using at the moment. And I'm too lazy to change computers.
Both Katie and Jojo have a cold and their noses are dripping like a faucet. Katie has taken to refusing the breast for this reason. I had to pump one night and just gave her breastmilk through a bottle.
Matty's skin is suffering form little itchy bumps, no doubt caused by pollen. Thankfully, he's been on allergy medication for a couple of weeks now, so at least he's not itching as bad and not sneezing like he usually does this time of year.
Thank you for the sympathetic words, everyone! I got a little less than 6 hours of sleep last night. YAY!!!
Both Katie's and Jojo's noses were dripping like faucets yesterday. And yes, Katie refused to breastfeed all day long. And of course, I kept forcing her. DOH! She wouldn't stop crying at bed time again so I had to hold her until she fell asleep on me.
By the time I decided to go to bed at 10pm, my boobs were just so big and full. I decided to pump using the Avent manual pump I got while I was pregnant with Matty. It failed me then and it failed me last night. So I ended up going ahead and using my Medela electric pump. So much for washing less things!! I was about to put away the pumped milk, but I decided to go ahead and try to give it to Katie. She must be hungry afterall (even if I gave her extra baby food during the day). And of course, she took it from the bottle!
I woke up at 3am with my boobs full again. I went ahead and woke the girls up thinking that Katie might just take the boobs this time when she wasn't hysterical. And she did. YAY!
It's a good day today, though I do need to recuperate from the previous night's loss of sleep.
Last night, my husband checked on the girls right before going to bed (this was 10:30pm). Apparently, Katie was awake so she got all excited when she saw her daddy. But when Daddy left, she of course got very upset and wouldn't stop crying. So there I was dealing with the situation. I brought her to bed with us, but she got very excited and would stop crawling all over the place. So I put her back in her crib, but she got really upset. I didn't want her to wake everyone, so I picked her up. There we were on the couch and she still wouldn't stop crying. I tried to nurse her but she wouldn't have any of it because her nose was stuffy. Finally at 1:30am, she fell asleep and I was finally able to go back to bed.
This morning, both Katie and Jojo nursed. But after that morning feeding, Katie absolutely refused the boob. I tried to see if she would nurse again before bedtime and she got so upset and wouldn't stop crying. The noise is just driving me nuts. To add to it is my 3 year old who wouldn't stop telling me something.
I barely got 4 hours of sleep last night, I'm cranky, I'm tired, and to top it all off, my boobs are full and they hurt. I don't want to pump because that would just be a lot of work (taking the pump out, cleaning the attachments, getting a bottle.. ARGH!).
My hubby greeted Matty and I with a weird look after we got home from one of Matty's friend's birthday party. It's unmistakable that he was about to tell me something bad. His mom just called him and said that his sister found that that she was 26 weeks pregnant. The bad news is that a week later, she also found that that baby is severely deformed and should she choose to go full term, the baby will surely die shortly after.
Doctors say that her blood pressure medicine could have caused the deformity. She was told that she was going through menopause when she brought up the fact that her period stopped so that was that. But apparently not. It's a tough time. Where she lives, abortion is not allowed past a certain point - with the only exception of a particular kind of deformity. So she needs to travel to a neighboring state to get abortion.
The hubby is having a tough time with it, especially because of our own children. It's a horrible thing to imagine. With so many of us, I don't think we really appreciate what a miracle life is until something like this happens to someone else.
Please say a prayer for her and the other parents out there in the same situation, and a prayer for the lives that were not meant to be.
Katie only started moving forward 3-4 days ago and all of a sudden, she's giving Speedy Gonzales a run for his money. This was taken yesterday. (It's a piece of a Thomas The Tank Engine railroad that motivated her.)
I'd like to thank my little angels for easing me into this before they both start crawling everywhere and drive me crazy.
Here is little Matthew (19 months old at this time) helping me dust the house with the swiffer. And as you can see, the dogs needed dusting too, apparently.
For the past 3 days or so, I've been having a dull cramping pain similar to the pain I used to have right before getting my period. It's a little strange to me since I haven't really had an cervical mucus to speak off to signal that I have started ovulating. But today, there it is... cervical mucus. The cramping pain isn't a sign of impending period but impending ovulation.
I'm a bit sad that my period is coming so early, especially since I'm nursing twins. But I guess it's because the girls have been sleeping longer and longer at night.
Anyway, I shouldn't really be disappointed. I had some bleeding when the twins were 4 months old and I thought that was my period. I was disappointed at my body then, but it turned out that it wasn't my period. But this time around, this is it.
Oh well. There is a lot to be said about knowing your own body when it comes to fertility.
In August 2006, we went to Disney World and had an absolute blast with our then 18-month old little man. I told someone that we spent most of our time in the Animal Kingdom because our son loves animals. This person had disappointment in her voice, "awww, that's not fun!"
On the contrary, it was a ton of fun. Sure, we didn't get to ride on roller coasters. It was quite a surprise how much fun we had watching our son "ooooh" and "aaaah" at everything he saw and experienced.
We evolve. As a single woman, my idea of fun was a lot different than my idea of fun as a married woman. And now that I am a mom of 3 little children, my idea of fun has changed yet again. Does it mean that I have lost myself? Heck no. I am more of "me" now than I ever was before, and not so surprisingly, my husband has confessed the same thing to me.
So, here is our little Matty enjoying all the sea creatures, big and small. And if you listen closely, my husband and I, are just as excited.
I got a call from my husband this morning right after he dropped off our son to preschool. There was a mom already there bright and early talking to one of the preschool teachers. My husband overheard them say that since her son has been in that class (he's been there for 2-3 weeks), that he has had numerous bruises every time he came home. Apparently, when the dad picked their son up yesterday, he witnessed a boy dig an elbow in their son's back. Of course he was upset by it, and I guess he wasn't happy about the action (or maybe lack of action) taken afterwards.
Thankfully, my husband interjected the conversation just enough for him to verify that it wasn't Matty who was the culprit. Once he was assured that it wasn't our son, he went ahead and exited.
Matty has also been a little rougher than usual after being in this class. But he usually listened to me when I told him to stop it, so I didn't make a big deal (especially as long as he didn't do it with his sisters). Afterall, he's a boy and boys will be boys. But this incident with the other parents got me thinking - since Matty has been in this class, he has also come home with few not so nice phrases like "shut up" - which we absolutely never use in our house. I usually use, "Matty, please be a little quiet because the noise is hurting my ears!" LOL
I told my husband that maybe I should at least talk to the teachers about the bad words, but then the hubby pointed out that our son will keep hearing bad words and phrases all his life. And that even if the teachers stop whoever the foul mouth is, that the words will get repeated in our house anyway even they are just said once.
Hmmm. I guess I will keep a ear out and see how things roll.
May I just say, that I feel very humbled by all the compliments. So I want to thank each and one of you!!! I'm not feeling like a "super mum", but I will accept it nonetheless.
I've been having this dull ache around my lower abdomen for going on 3 days now. It feels like the cramps I used to get a few days before I get my period. I'm still breastfeeding and hoping that I won't have my period for a while, especially since I'm still breastfeeding 5-6x a day. But for the past week, the girls have been sleeping from 7:30pm to 5:30am and I don't nurse until they wake up. A couple of days ago, they actually lasted until 7:30am.
It's a bit weird since I haven't really had any noticable cervical mucus (and I am watching) so I am either about to ovulate, or I have already ovulated and getting ready for my period. Oi! I don't want my period yet!
Katie has started to crawl. She is doing a military-type crawl. All I had to do was entice her with a few toys and off she crawls. I thought it may take her a few days to do it regularly, but I was wrong. The minute I put her down on the floor sitting up, she leans forward as close to the floor as she can and then stretches her legs and off she goes.
Jojo still goes around and around and only accassionally experiments with moving forward. It seems she prefer to do the butt-shuffling instead of crawling. I've seen her bounce around in time to a music, but apparently that's how she moves forward too.
I am in such big trouble! I put them both down on the floor yesterday in order to fix Matty something to eat, and when I checked on the girls 10 minutes later, they were far from where I orginally set them up.
The twins' finally get their first 2 teeth at 10 months. Interestingly enough, they both got their lower left front tooth first, and then the right one second. Then a couple of days ago, I was inspecting their gums to see if anymore are ready to come out and they both have hard swollen gums where their upper incisors are supposed to be. What's even more interesting is that this is the order that their big brother's teeth came in: lower left front, lower left right, and then upper left incisor. (click on the pictures to see an enlarged version)
If you can look passed her psycho look, you can see that Jojo's tooth is out too. The left one just broke through.
Katie is ahead by a few days in terms of how much her teeth have come out. As of today, her right lower tooth is out more than this.
Here are some photos from the girls' baptism. It was bright and early on a rainy Sunday morning. Even though I only got 5 hours of sleep the night before, I thought I handled things fairly well. And many thanks to my mother-in-law and father-in-law, things definitely went smoothly.
This is Jojo's water immersion. Surprisingly, the crying didn't start until she was on the water. (Do you see how Katie is watching the whole thing?)
Then it was Katie's turn to be immersed. (The four people on the right side are the godparents.)
Finally, the girls are introduced to the community.
Notice that Jojo has socks on, and Katie doesn't. This is because I was the one who changed Jojo after her immersion, and Daddy changed Katie. :-)
This is after the mass. We make a lovely BIG family, don't we?
Behind us is the deacon who performed the baptism. He is the same person who baptized Matty as well.
Here are a few pictures taken from 2 weeks ago. I'm slacking, I know.
I told him I was going to take his picture and this is the pose I got. I do believe that's chip stain on his face.
I snapped a photo of Katie and this is the face I got because of the red-eye reduction light. Her eyes got even bigger after the flash. This is also the first time I was able to use a barrette on her!
Little Jojo has a perpetual look of mischievousness, it seems. Cute barrett!
No, I'm NOT pregnant!!! It's April Fool's Day afterall.
So to those people who congratulated me, thanks! But I'm not pregnant. I hope none of you are mad at me.
A few days ago, ClayCook posted a twitter post where he said he wasn't going to be fooled this year on April Fool's day, so it gave me the idea to play a joke on Minti. But I couldn't think of what, until last night. I posted a twitter update about me feeling nauseated about some sort of smell at home (this is true) and Kristen, in response, asked me if I was knocked up. Well, the idea came together then.
So, my Minti friends, whome I love very much, I am not pregnant. I am giving my poor body a rest for at the very LEAST 4 years!
I was going to drag this one, but thought not. I better come out clean before it's no longer April 1st in Australia!
I've been feeling "off" lately - tired and nauseated. Last night, I was just on the computer and was feeling nauseated because of a smell. I happen to twitter it and someone (Kristen) suggested that I may be knocked up again. OH NO!
Well, I didn't think it's a possibility, but since I have one more pregnancy test left over from last time... well, what the heck. Well, I just about fell over. It has 2 lines! YIKES! The twins are just 10 months old!
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