Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Picking myself up by the bootstraps...

So, it's been what? Five months since my last post? Life sort of gets away from you that way, doesn't it? So this will be brief.

Twins are 8 months old. They are hands down the cutest babies in the world. As James says, sorry to all the runnersup. Or is it runnerups? Either way, I love these little people that God gave me to raise. The fact that there are two of them blows me away everyday. He trusted me with A LOT! It's a cliche, I know, but it's a privilege to be the mom of twins.

Annabeth Grace has been pulling up to stand for three weeks+ and can now let go and stand for a few seconds. I predict he will be walking by 9 months. Molly just rolled over from her back to belly for James about 2 days ago but has yet to do it again. She did, however, pull up to stand tonight. She was sitting in my lap and pulled up on the plastic bin in front of us that I was putting their clothes in. She was so proud of herself, smiling. She did it at least 5 times. I feel like the only mama in the world! And here I am, the one who is always saying that everyone acts as if they are the first mom/dad to have a baby ever... And these aren't even my first babies! So pathetic...

I am working full time and hating it. How does anyone work full time with twins and get any semblance of sleep? Let alone get housework done or time alone with the hubs or anything other than work and babycare? I think I'd have to get up at 4 am in order to get out of the house on time in the morning. And then it would still be questionable. They always wake up just as I am getting ready to get out of bed. I am pretty sure they have mom-dar. They have baby walkie-talkies and they say stuff like, " ok, I just nursed. She's gonna get up in 3 minutes. Start crying now and she'll nurse you too..." It's baby sabotage every morning. I cannot get a shower, wash my hair AND remember everything I am supposed to bring with me that day. It's one or the other. The "other" days mean that I have to come back home during the day sometime to get my pump, my cell phone, my laptop, my purse, my bag, my calendar, or, Lord help me, put my underwear on the right way...

So it's 11:20pm, I am sitting at my bomb shelter/diningroom table, and James is sitting across from me on another laptop watching some crazy news shows. In fact, just took a break to watch the gay weatherman freak out over a cockroach on set. This is how we bond nowadays. That, and sending Facebook messages back and forth. Yes, also sitting across the table from each other on our laptops. Gotta love modern romance.

Perhaps we will bring the "real" computer downstairs and set it up by the next timeI post and I can add pics of the babies (let's be honest, no one really wants to see us). We've only been talking about it for 6 months...