Creeper
15 May 2012 1 Comment
in Parenting, Photos Tags: babies, chocolate, family, motherhood, poor sod, toddler
Before we talk Zoey and creeping can I just say that there is a plague upon this family. The Cylonettes and I are just emerging from the snottiest cold ever when Papa Cylon gets struck down with it, or an evil mutation of the original snotty cold. Poor sod came home early from work, and crashed out in the bedroom. Then Zoey went to bed at 7:30pm, and Naomi sensed that there was a power vacuum on the sofa so decided not to go to sleep. The girl only just crashed out at almost 9pm. That never normally happens with Naomi as she loves her sleep but I reckon that since Alex and Zoey were in the other room she saw a good opportunity to stay up late, and get in a bit more grinning. You know, in case she hadn’t done enough!
So Zoey.
Zoey, Zoey, Zoey, Zoey.
What a girl. I was watching her this afternoon, and she is so close to crawling forward. She has started testing out her knees and rocking back and forth (when not trying to lunge forward). It’s like having a wild life documentary unfold in your living room. I keep expecting David Attenborough to pop up from behind the sofa and start narrating.
I am sure that things are going to fall into place with her in the next few days, and in the meantime we can celebrate what a nimble backwards shuffler she is.
Confession #2
19 Mar 2012 4 Comments
in Confessions, Parenting Tags: babies, confessions, twins
One of the nice things about being on “vacation” was that without our trusty bouncy seats I could take a shower and/or pee without having one or both girls with me. Now I know that by choosing to have kids I basically signed away my right to privacy, and that’s fine. I’m perfectly okay with having my personal Greek chorus follow my every move it’s only when they start to cry in the bathroom and let’s say your mobility is somewhat hampered by the task you are undertaking that it can get a little frustrating. When I’m in the shower I can pop my head around the curtain to give a reassuring smile but when I’m on the loo they can already see me so I need to up the ante. Which is why I’ve taken to blow drying the girls. I power up my hair dryer, give the girl(s) a couple of quick blasts of cool air and it usually buys me enough quiet time.
Four Months. Eighteen Weeks. One Hundred Twenty Nine Days.
28 Feb 2012 1 Comment
in Parenting Tags: babies, call and response, four months, twins, uk trip
Things are pretty busy over here at the moment. We fly to the UK on Thursday for a whirlwind two week visit that sees us traveling to four cities and attending a wedding and my graduation. Then when we get back we have to tackle our taxes and this year we are itemizing as we have hideous amount of out-of-pocket medical expenses: fertility treatment, MRI and physio for Bell’s Palsy, twin pregnancy and a c-section. I honestly can’t believe how expensive the pregnancy and delivery were even with health insurance. Let’s just say that if it wasn’t for my brother’s wedding and my graduation we’d be skipping a UK trip altogether this year. And, then at the end of April we are moving. Somewhere. Not sure where at the moment but our lease is up so we are moving.
Anyway, that’s what us grown-ups are up to. Zoey and Naomi are oblivious to all this and are off in their own world of sitting, grabbing and singing. Oh the singing is amazing. Even when Zoey embarked on a 5am solo this morning (thankfully she fell back asleep) but by 6:45am the girls were engaging in call and response, and it is the most awesome thing ever!
On Monday they had their four month check-up, and are doing fabulously. Zoey is weighing in at 13lbs, and Naomi 14lbs 9oz. That’s over 27lbs of baby that I have to pick-up and carry during the day. No wonder that when I did some spin classes last month I felt nothing. Okay not nothing but not as much as I use to because when you’ve been through a twin pregnancy and hauled around +50lbs you have legs of steel that can stand even the most shouty of spin instructors. And, I swear that by the summer I’ll have arms to rival the First Lady.
Next month (five month mark) we can start to introduce Zoey and Naomi to food, and that is going to be wild. They are both chewing like crazy on anything they can get into their mouths but I am sure that soft squishy food will freak them out (and we’ll of course video their reactions). Can’t wait!




















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