September 23, 2010

And the mother of the year award goes to.....

NOT ME!!  haha.  This last week has not been stellar for me, as a mommy.   Last Saturday, I put the girls down for a nap (even though I knew they weren't going to fall asleep-but DH and I were finishing up mowing the lawn and they were fussy, so it was more of just a "play in your safe crib cause mommy needs just a minute to actually help daddy with something" time.), and after about a half hour, I went back up to get them to feed them.  Mickie was screaming.  I thought it was an "I don't want you to leave me in my crib cause I'm not gonna nap" scream, but when I got up there and tried to get her out of the crib, she was stuck.  And I mean STUCK.  Her lil thigh was wedged between the rungs of the crib and I couldn't get it out.  Of course, I flail myself downstairs and out the door screaming at Jeff, "Get in here now!"  And we both be-line upstairs to the still screaming baby.  Jeff pried the rungs apart and I had to "work" her skin to get her thigh out.  AND-Jeff said that if he had given any more force, he would have broke the rungs! 

Then on Monday morning, I was cleaning up the house and picking up toys before we headed to work.  Salem (black dog) had pushed the bathroom door open and this gives the girls access to the stairway.... I noticed and pushed it closed and went to finish picking up toys.  It got really quiet.  I should have known from the pin drop I heard that something was off.  Then- thud, thud, thud and the screaming ensued.  I run to see Maddie at the bottom of the stairs and Mickie was just about to go down too.  I contained Mickie and calmed Maddie and then took a shot of whiskey to calm myself.  (not really).  She wasn't hurt, but I think she was a little sore.  She has a chiropractor appt. next week. 

Then, last night, the girls were playing in their play room and we have an entertainment unit that I keep a rubber band on the doors to keep them shut.  However, they continue to pull on the door anyway and have stretched the rubber band.  Maddie was pulling on the doors and Mickie went to stand up, using the unit to steady her, and put her thumb in the door where Maddie let go of the door and it snapped shut squishing Mickie's thumb.  Then as Mickie realized that "ow. this hurts" she pulled her hand out and scraped her thumb.  Screaming ensued.  I took her to the bathroom and ran cold water on her finger and that calmed her but when she pulled her hand out of the water, she realized that it still hurt and started screaming again.  She finally calmed down and she is able to bend it and such, but it is pretty swollen and has a scrape on the top.  :(  
















The only good that has come out of these instances is that they both have realized that when they get a boo boo, that mommy will help them.  When they reach for me and hug me and want to cuddle-well that's enough to melt me into a big puddle.  My cup runneth over.

September 20, 2010

Baby poo helps the re-sale value

So, this weekend, we bought a new car.  And it's purty.  Let me back up the mini van, first:  When the girls were around 7 months old, I started to feel the fatigue of being a SAHM to twin girls who screamed constantly.  I didn't have a car and was feeling like a caged animal.  A lioness pacing the cage, looking outward for an escape!

We went looking for a car.  Now, I have never pictured myself as a mini van person, but that's what I bought and it worked really well at the time.  It had so much room for the girls and all of their stuff and for the dogs.  At that time, I wasn't back to work and had no foreseeable plans to come back to work.  I was free.  I had my van and all was good.

(On a side note, I had promised myself a brand new car, way back when.  I had promised myself that if both DH and I were working that I would buy the car I wanted.) 

So about a month after I bought the van, I came back to work and while, I still liked the functionality of the van-it isn't what I wanted.  So for the last month I have been test driving new cars to find the one I just can't live without! 

Saturday, we were at the Subaru dealer and I was test driving the Outbacks.  Meanwhile, Jeff was feeding the girls and strollering them around the parking lot.  (what a great hubby.)  I decided that I wanted to see how everything "fit" into the Outback and was preparing to transfer things over.  Jeff was changing Maddie's diaper in the van.  It turned out that Madison exploded.  I mean-there was poo EVERYWHERE.  All over Jeff, all over Maddie, all over the sheet that is generally used to keep hair from the dogs off the seat.  And the smell- OMG it was stinky!

The salesman came over and asked me, "did you see how everything fit?"  I said, "um.  Not yet.  We had a technical difficulty."  So Jeff, being a true sport, cleans everything up and puts it in a plastic sack.  We get everything put into the Outback and all go for another test drive to see how it feels.  Before we pull off of the lot, Jeff says, "I think I had better grab that sack out of the van, just in case."  See, it's 90 degree's outside and baked poo that was already stinking, isn't going to get any less stinky!

We got back and decided that we wanted the car.  While I was negotiating and Jeff was taking care of the girls, a couple liked our van and bought it practically before we even got off the lot!!  Good thing Jeff got the poo outta there. :)  So I am now the proud owner of a 2011 Outback.  It's purty. :)

Sunday we went to the park and the girls lurved the swings!! So I will leave you with a couple pics.

September 17, 2010

Severe Thunderstorm Warning (and a possible over-use of parenthesis) (and a possible over-use of quotes)

I had a breakdown the night before last.  I think it was hormone (pronounced hormon-IE in my head, just so you know) induced.  Now, this post will probably contain too much info, so read at your own risk.  :) 

I suffer from PCOS.  (imagine me standing up in front of a class of people, admitting a deep, dark secret).  I have PCOS and it affects me.  There I said it-what a relief.  I can move on with my life.  HA.  I wish it were that easy.  People always told me that after I had children that my hormones (pronounced hormon-IES) would "change."  That my cycle would straighten up and that my "woman-ness" would take over and all would be right within my vajayjay world.  They lied. 

I think my seas are rougher now than before!  For years before we decided to have children, I took the BCP (total waste of money, btw) and my cycle was flawless.  AF only lasted 4 days.. TOPS.  Mood swings were non-existent.  Cramping-what's that?  Weight gain-PFT.  NOT ME!  Total bliss. 

When we decided to try to have kids, I remember going off the BCP and we were so excited and so sure we were "making a baby."  Tahuh.  Anyway, I went 8 months without a cycle waiting for my body to level out.  Turns out my body wasn't going to level out and we needed medical intervention.

Fast forward to October, 2009.  This is where it gets a bit "wow-that-was-too-much-info-didn't-need-to-know-that-about-her"...  After giving birth, I thought the faucet was never going to turn off!  I went for three months!  And during that time, I was depressed (postpartum).  I had mood swings.  I was achy.  My body was weak. (Couldn't have anything to do with the fact that I pushed two kids out, right??)  Now, I know that I am not the only woman that this has ever happened to, but for me, it was WAY out of the norm and I didn't know what to do.  I didn't know how to act.  I couldn't function without bursting into sob sessions. 

So by the time my "yearly" came around in April, I was doing pretty good.  I hadn't had a cycle since the postpartum oil spill, but had gotten over most some of my depression and mood swings.   My OB put me on straight progesterone 4 times a year.  Since, I am healthy and have never had an abnormal pap, and all that jizjazz, I only need to have a cycle every 3 months to prevent "build up."  Yeah, I know-I paint a pretty picture. 

I procrastinated until about June before taking the first round and guess what?!  My body started on it's own! No need for progesterone.  So I thought, "okay, if another cycle doesn't show up by September, I will take my ten days worth of progesterone, have a cycle and be done till the new year." 

That's what I did (can you tell, I am queen of making a short story long...? I am.  I just don't generally have the patience to type it all out.  I don't know why today is different.)  Anyway.  By the third day (which = a whopping 30 mg of progesterone, btw.  Nothing to write home about.), I was nauseous, I felt like getting sick, I had the trots, I was a mess... It was like... like... I was pregnant!  Do you get the connection?  Apparently my body is so screwy and has such a deficiency of progesterone and estrogen (balances out the progesterone) because of the PCOS, that when it got a little bit of it, my body assumed I was preggo again.  WELL FUNK THAT.  I am not going to feel like that every three months!  So I stopped after three pills.  Mind you-I am supposed to take 10.. I took 30% is all. 

By the next day, which was Sunday, I felt a whole lot better.  Feeling like all is normal again.  And Monday-AF showed up.  So, even though I didn't take the proper dose, it was fine.  But wait! There's more.  Then, on Wednesday, I had a breakdown.  I swear, it was postpartum all over again. I sobbed because ... because ... I DON'T KNOW WHY!  Don't ask me those questions! 

I was moody.  I snapped anyone's head off that even looked at me wrong.  I was achy.  I was sad.  So sad.  And about what?  Nothing.  That day, I had test drove a new car, I had a great dinner with my family.  I was sitting in my hot tub having a soak before bed and was balling my eyes out.  WTF? 
I can tell you one thing-I am not going to take progesterone ANYMORE.  I will take the pill for a month to kick start a cycle before I will do this again.  I just can't handle it.  For you women that endure this kind of emotional/physical storm-my hats off to you.  In fact, I raise my wine glass to you.  *clink*

September 16, 2010

Baby Butts

September 14, 2010

My Work Day


When I am at work, sitting at my desk, this is my (partial) view.


When I look out my window, on the right, this is what I see:



I love it!

September 9, 2010

Birthday Invites

I am so damn excited-I can hardly contain myself!!

September 8, 2010

First family vaca!

Over the long weekend, we went with my MIL to a time share in Breckenridge (link).  For those that are familiar, "Breck" is a ski town.  However, there is MUCH to do in the summer as well.  Last year, we went there for the 4th of July when I was preggo (with out MIL) and had a blast, so this year with MIL invited us we thought "Sure! It'll be SO relaxing."  Well, it wasn't really relaxing-but it was SUPER fun.  (PS-seems that this post is going to be all decked out with CAPS.)

At first, I was intimidated to even think of taking the girls anywhere because of the shear volume of STUFF needed. We went to the state fair last weekend and had the stroller, car seats (cuz the girls eat better when they are sitting in car seats rather than just holding them... I have conditioned them to be strapped down to eat... good and bad thing I guess. Anyway.), blankets, cooler, wagon, umbrella, diaper bag, and of course the babies! So to think of a three day weekend and everything we needed... Oi.

It went very smoothly thanks to my anal super organized tendencies. Of course, we had the truck LOADED.  We have a max cab Toyota Tundra and in the BACK we had our bikes and the bike trailer, the wagon, a bin full of toys and music and movies, the stroller, a bin full of feeding stuff, two pac n play's that functioned as their "cribs", and another bin of blankets, diaper bag, and misc.  INSIDE, we had the car seats (with babies in them of course!), two suitcases for hubby and I, a bag of clothes for the girls, a small cooler, more toys, my purse, pillows, jackets, and another "easy access" blanket for a picnic.  Oh-and a small tool box cuz hubby might need to fix somethin'.  :)  We didn't take the dogs on this trip-but if we did we would have needed a trailer!! 

The hotel pools were amazing!  It was so kid friendly, and I wasn't expecting that!  The girls loved playing in the water and now bath time is just plain boring.  The weather wasn't cooperating too much as it was pretty cold and windy.  OVERALL, I consider our first family vacation a success! 

Lunch in the real South Park


Maddie


Mickie

September 1, 2010

Too cool (literally)

How do I get my babies to stay covered up at night??  It's not like it's cold in my house-as I try to keep it a constant 70-72 degrees year round!  (hehe.  I am spoiled).  But it is cool enough that when I get them up in the morning, their skin is cool to the touch and they are curled up in little baby balls.  (Too cute, btw).

I go in and cover them up after they fall asleep, I go in once or twice in the night to cover them up too.  It just seems as though five minutes later, they are uncovered again. 

At what age do they start realizing that being covered up is good?  In the mean time, I just spent $121.00 on fleece pj's.. and socks... and a couple of stuffed animals... mostly pj's though-4 pairs each. :)