Feeling very contemplative tonight. This past month has brought a lot of turmoil. A lot of things got turned upside down and figuratively (and occasionally literally) spilled all over the place. I'm realizing the futility of ignoring things that aren't the way I want them to be, or aren't the way they should be. If your shoe has a hole in it, you fix the hole or you throw the shoes out. You don't put the shoes in the back of the closet because they're really comfortable and the hole might be smaller the next time you look at them. Because if you do that, you'll find that the cats have peed on them.Then you have to throw out your shoes AND clean the carpet.
It's been a really, really good Father's Day weekend so far. I was working out of town and came home Thursday afternoon after a short time way with lots of work (I was gone 70 hours, I worked 30 hours, and I drove 9 hours. You do the math) Buffalo Twin Mom surprised me when I got home with an early FD gift - a triptych of the boys holding the letters "DAD". It was as awesome as it sounds.
Friday, I passed a certification test (with flying colors, no less!) that I'd been stressing about (most people take 2 to 6 months to study. I took about 10 days). Then R crawled. Then M, not to be shown up, crawled too. It's still "army crawling", but there's forward motion. Time to baby guard EVERYTHING!
The boys are really into touching faces now, grabbing eyes and hair and glasses. This morning, they were grinning happily at each other and patting each others' faces. Seriously adorable. Went to the farmers market with the family; came home, went to gym class, went on some errands...Put boys to bed; I fixed dinner AND did carpentry at the same time. Seriously. Like "put the pork on the contact grill, set the timer for 15 minutes, go attach the rails to each side of the box, come back in, put on some barbecue sauce, run out, make some measurements." High point was when I decided to call it a day, put everything away, and walked back in to hear the "ding" of the timer finishing.
So now it's 11:30, and the house is asleep, but for me. I've got two amazing little guys upstairs, happily snoozing away. Mrs. is upstairs, probably asleep too. Love them all so much. I've got an amazing family. I'm so very, very lucky.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Update!!
Yes, it's been over a month. Sorry, I've been busy. I've got these twins, you see...
The boys continue to amaze me. I've been looking through "old" albums from six months ago and realizing how "tiny" they were. I use the quotes because six months isn't that long and they're both still relatively small. But I'm also realizing how quickly they're developing and how I really need to write down how and what they're doing so that I can come back and see how far they've come.
Both R and M are continuing with making noises - giggling and cooing and such. They're no longer just reaching for stuff; anything in "the reaching zone" gets grabbed and jammed in the mouth.And the drool. So much drool, everywhere. They're also on to solid foods now, as well as the bottles. This is good, because solid food is what we want them to be eating eventually, but while they're eating both, it means a lot of time is spent feeding. First thing in the morning, there's mom-juice, then there's bottled formula, then breakfast - usually a vegetable or fruit and some rice or oatmeal. Then down for a nap, then it's lunchtime... We've both gotten pretty expert at getting food prepped and in the mouth-hole FAST.
If you don't have kids and want to know what it's like to prepare food for two ballistic-screaming twins, picture this: You're at your front door, accompanied by someone you care deeply about. The door is locked. They just cut their finger. It's not life-threatening or anything, but it's bleeding quite a bit, and they need a band-aid. Also, you really have to pee. There's a police car across the street with its siren on full-blast wailing mode and your neighbor is about to get arrested. Now...it's not just a "put the key in the door" lock; you have to put the key in and turn twice to the left then once to the right. Then you have to enter a 10-digit code. Then you wait 90 seconds, enter a 5 digit code, and GENTLY lift up on the handle. If you try to rush it, if you pull too hard, you have to start over.
In other news, the halcyon days of working from home are, for now, over. Unfortunately, my job is such that I'm either working from home, "commuting" to the couch in a Dyngus Day t-shirt with a big mug of coffee.... or I'm on the road, hundreds (or thousands) of miles away. The latter is the case now; I'm typing this in an adequately-comfortable Hampton Inn room. I've had a few of these outings - being away from the little ones for a while - but this trip is different; this is the first time Buffalo Twin Mom's mom wasn't there to help while I was gone.
And it's killing me.
I wake up in the morning and I'm more well-rested than I would be at home, but I'm greeted by my hotel room. If I go across the hall here, there's just another hotel room, not a nursery with two boys who will crack ear-to-ear grins at seeing Daddy. This trip is really, really hard. And it's going to be like this for a few weeks. The boys are happy and healthy, though, and that's what's important; also important is my ability to provide for them, so there's that.
Going to see my family tomorrow. Can't wait.
The boys continue to amaze me. I've been looking through "old" albums from six months ago and realizing how "tiny" they were. I use the quotes because six months isn't that long and they're both still relatively small. But I'm also realizing how quickly they're developing and how I really need to write down how and what they're doing so that I can come back and see how far they've come.
Both R and M are continuing with making noises - giggling and cooing and such. They're no longer just reaching for stuff; anything in "the reaching zone" gets grabbed and jammed in the mouth.And the drool. So much drool, everywhere. They're also on to solid foods now, as well as the bottles. This is good, because solid food is what we want them to be eating eventually, but while they're eating both, it means a lot of time is spent feeding. First thing in the morning, there's mom-juice, then there's bottled formula, then breakfast - usually a vegetable or fruit and some rice or oatmeal. Then down for a nap, then it's lunchtime... We've both gotten pretty expert at getting food prepped and in the mouth-hole FAST.
If you don't have kids and want to know what it's like to prepare food for two ballistic-screaming twins, picture this: You're at your front door, accompanied by someone you care deeply about. The door is locked. They just cut their finger. It's not life-threatening or anything, but it's bleeding quite a bit, and they need a band-aid. Also, you really have to pee. There's a police car across the street with its siren on full-blast wailing mode and your neighbor is about to get arrested. Now...it's not just a "put the key in the door" lock; you have to put the key in and turn twice to the left then once to the right. Then you have to enter a 10-digit code. Then you wait 90 seconds, enter a 5 digit code, and GENTLY lift up on the handle. If you try to rush it, if you pull too hard, you have to start over.
In other news, the halcyon days of working from home are, for now, over. Unfortunately, my job is such that I'm either working from home, "commuting" to the couch in a Dyngus Day t-shirt with a big mug of coffee.... or I'm on the road, hundreds (or thousands) of miles away. The latter is the case now; I'm typing this in an adequately-comfortable Hampton Inn room. I've had a few of these outings - being away from the little ones for a while - but this trip is different; this is the first time Buffalo Twin Mom's mom wasn't there to help while I was gone.
And it's killing me.
I wake up in the morning and I'm more well-rested than I would be at home, but I'm greeted by my hotel room. If I go across the hall here, there's just another hotel room, not a nursery with two boys who will crack ear-to-ear grins at seeing Daddy. This trip is really, really hard. And it's going to be like this for a few weeks. The boys are happy and healthy, though, and that's what's important; also important is my ability to provide for them, so there's that.
Going to see my family tomorrow. Can't wait.
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