Car picnic dinner time edition 

They didn’t nap on the way back from music class. They didn’t nap to or from Costco. I knew that they would nap in the ride to pick up Alex which is less than ideal, so since we would end up with a messy bedtime I figured I could try to make it less painful. 

I told Alex to get a later bus but we still headed to the Park & Ride at the same time. I figured they’d nap then we’d wait and get tired. Then in a spark of genius I told them we could eat dinner in the car! And clean teeth! Ho ho ho! 





The excitement of pizza in the car in bunny slippers. It’s just all gravy. 

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May Missives From The Hinterland (Part 1)

I type this with one hand has I push the stroller around our back garden. It’s nap time and yes we now have not just a back garden but one with a patio large enough to do figure of eights with the stroller.

I’m listening to multiple bird songs in the trees and the chickens in a back garden that backs onto ours. And planes I can hear planes again. There’s a squirrel running along the fence. Safe to say that Dorothy is no longer in Kanas, or perhaps it’s the opposite and Dorothy is back in Kanas and the NYC metro area was Oz.

As I stroll back and forth I’m making a mental note of everything we need to tackle in the garden: weeding, sweeping, identifying all the plants and flowers, figuring out what stays and what goes, more weeding and hoping our lawn guy comes on Saturday.

I didn’t think I’d enjoy the tranquility as much but I feel that this move is bringing me some much needed head space.

The Glums

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This was the gang yesterday by the early evening. I’ve dropped the post-lunch walk nap as it was taking longer and longer to get the Cylonettes to sleep, and I’ve been hoping that they will take to napping in the flat.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

They just won’t nap no matter how tired they are. They can’t seem to stop themselves from moving. Too much to do. Too many things to explore.

By the late afternoon they are in an awful mood. Harder and harder to distract, and cry at the mere brush of the lightest finger. Sadly, none of us have been nominated for an Oscar and there isn’t much singing.

I’ll keep toughing it out at the mo. I have faith that they will nap eventually or get use to being up for long stretches.

That Was The Week That Was

Last week was not good. Zoey got sick; it was only a post-vaccination fever but nevertheless it was a reminder about how sucky it is to juggling the Cylonettes when one is sick. I had to dust off the Baby Bjorn for inside use as Zoey just wanted to be held, and when she didn’t want to be held she just sat on the play mat looking sad. As hard as it is to handle Zoey in her climbing, crawling, and jumping (oh yeah and biting) mode my heart crumbles when I see her stationary without her goofy grin.

A happy Zoey

I just hate it when my babies are sick.

So as well as dealing with a sad Zoey it looks like we are entering a period of self-weaning off bottles and naps. Oh joy! There was three nights of Zoey having no more than a cursory suck of her bedtime bottle but still managing to sleep thru till 5am. A struggle to get both girls to sit still for their day time bottles when they seem more interested in competing in competitive leg waving contests. So whichever Cylonette was starting to drop off would be rudely awoken by kicky legs, and feel compelled to join in. It was frustrating.

They just want to play… and then cry

I reached out to my FB village (really more like a hamlet) and felt immediately reassured.  Don’t sweat it and just let them be. I mean you can’t make a baby eat or sleep when they don’t want to so just go with the flow. On Sunday Naomi made it thru the day on only one nap, and today they both had two. Honestly, they seem just as grumpy by the end of the day regardless of if they have their third nap or not. So why bother trying to get them to sleep if they can power through to bedtime. I really just want them to get to the point of crashing out on the floor, and I’m holding out hope that will come soon.

At the weekend we also added even more fencing to the living room. So now during the day the TV and Alex’s desk are fenced off. The living room does look a little extreme. Like HGTV Eastern Block edition. I tweeted that we have so much fencing we should have our own Minute Men and it’s not far off the truth. We just have two bostierous Cylonettes who are into everything, and it’s nice to not have to worry about them pulling apart the router and crawling into the home entertainment system.

The no-go area

“Why are you in a play pen, Papa?”

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