October 25, 2010

Pigtails and such


I mean, seriously.  Can they get any cuter?  I don't think so! 

This weekend was really fun.  We took the girls to the pet store and they had a blast looking at the fish and birds and cats and puppies.  They sign "dog" really well and I am trying to teach them the other signs, but right now, everything is "doggie".  :)   Then we went to have lunch and it was really great because the girls can feed themselves their bottle.  So Jeff and I got to eat while they ate their bottle and then we fed them some solid food, including some of our chicken.  They are doing really good at "chewing" their food.  They are definitely going to be ready for Turkey Day!!  :)

We got them some new shoes, and although I almost bought them Nike's, I held back.  We did need something with some tread though because they wore holes in their other shoes!  They aren't officially walking yet.  They get around in their walkers and I don't really think they will need them for much longer.  The other day, I opened the door to go outside and Mickie picked up her walker and ran towards the door! 

Mickie still has only 4 teeth, but this last weekend drooled A LOT.  So I think a couple more will be popping up soon.  Her 4 teeth include two middle ones on bottom and fangs on top!  (I am told that this is a sign of a genius, which stands to reason because I got fangs first too!)

Maddie has 6 teeth, three on top and three on bottom.  They are all skewed to the left though!  (her right).  haha. When she smiles, she smiles with her whole mouth! 

They are going to be little lambs for Halloween.  If I dressed up, I would be mary (and her little lambs) and Jeff could be the big bad wolf! 




October 21, 2010

Our Lucky Day

Living in Colorado, I have learned how to drive a little differently.  How do you mean?  You ask.  Well, for example, when driving down a mountain pass, you have to "gear down" and don't coast in neutral.  (for those that are unfamiliar-you have to gear down to save the brakes... they can burn up and stop working!  And you don't want to coast in neutral because you may not be able to get it back in gear when you need to on a shady curve).    Or you always have to be on the look out for deer crossing the road or rabbits or elk or whatever.  These are some of the first things that us mountain drivers get taught when learning how to drive. 

Most of the time, these rules only apply when you are in the mountains.  In town, you are generally pretty safe.  You see where I am going with this? 

Today, on the way to work, the girls and I were jamming to some Christmas music and were just around the corner from my office when a deer ran across the road.  I slammed on the brakes and narrowly avoided hitting the animal, while the people going the opposite way weren't so lucky.

A woman driving a VW bug hit the deer.  She didn't have any time to react so she was going about 45 mph and hit it head on.  She was incredibly lucky that the deer didn't go through her wind shield.  The deer deflected off of her hood and flew no shorter than 30 feet in the air and 50 feet down the road.  She got out of the car unscathed, but was obviously shitted.  As was I!  I flipped around and got out of my car, ran up to her and hugged her to try to calm us both down!  We waited with her for the cops to show up.  They said that if I had hit it, given the design of my car, it would have gone through my windshield.   Luckily, we didn't hit the deer.

Unfortunately, or I guess what ever way you look at it, fortunately the deer didn't make it.

October 20, 2010

Finger Prick My Ass.

I know what your thinking, "what the hell does that mean?"  haha, lemme explain.

So, I took the girls to the doctor on Monday for their 12 month vaccinations, flu shot, check up, and torture.  :)

Madison weighs 19 lbs, 10 oz and Mackenzie weighs 20 lbs even.  Which, given that they were preemies is friggin awesome.  The nurse even said that there were not a lot of full term babies that got to 20 lbs at a year!  a woo hoo for the girlies!  Mackenzie is an inch taller (longer) than Maddie at 28 and 3/4 ", But Maddie's head is bigger.  I can't remember the number's though.  (They were going to write them down for me, but ??)

They proceeded to give them their three vaccinations and a flu shot to which we need a booster in a month.   They cried,  but handled it well.  The shots were nothing compared to what followed. 

We were told that they were going to test the girls for anemia and that it would be a finger prick test.  No biggie. We went across the hall to the lab and the lady asks me, "did they tell you it would be a finger prick?"  I of course say, "yes."  She says, "we'll it's not.  We have to take blood the same way we draw blood from an adult." 

I very hesitantly take Maddie in the little room.  She is still kinda traumatized from the shots and the fact that the whole doctors visit took place during normal nap time.  So the girls were just a bit cranky anyway.  Maddie and I sat in the chair with her blankie and I "rocked" back and forth and sang to her while she wanted so badly just to dose off.  Poor little thing-not gonna happen.

The woman comes in with a helper and says, "let me show you how to hold her to minimize bruising."  UM, WTF??  If we weren't already strapped into the chair, I might have made a run for it at that point!  So, with Maddie in the middle of my lap, I held her legs between mine, held one arm across her chest and wrapped my other arm across her body while two people stretched out her little free arm and drew blood.  The second they put the rubber band thingy around her arm she started screaming.  I think partly because it hurts when they do that and partly because she was scared.to.death.  My poor baby.  :(

Rinse and Repeat.  Jeff took Maddie, who was holding on to me so tight I thought he might have to go in with Mickie.  She went to him though after realizing who he was, and he held her the whole time I went back in with Mickie.  She buried her head in his neck and I thought he was going to start crying!  I took Mickie in and same thing.   When it was over, once again, Mickie buried her head in my neck and we all left to go home.

I do have to give the guy (helper) credit because he was the one that actually drew the blood and he nailed it first try with both girls. 

The girls were asleep in the car before I even got out of the parking lot, so I drove around for an hour so that they could sleep.  I gave them a bottle when we got home and, to my surprise, they were ready to play!
The rest of the night was great.  They played, took a bath, had one last bottle, went to bed and I didn't hear a peep all night!  I was expecting to have fussy babies all night and be in there every hour-not so!  I have such brave, resilient little girls!

AND! Yesterday, I put in pigtails for the first time... Well, I have tried before, but they screamed and I gave up.  This time they didn't fight me at all.  I will post pics soon. 

October 18, 2010

Who's the mom here?

What is it about parents?  I don't know about anyone else, but I have a real problem with my parents and Jeff's parents (mom) telling me how to raise my kids!  Or maybe it's the fact that we (the girls and I) are around them too damn much. 

I love, love, love the fact that I can bring the girls with me to work.  I love that I don't miss anything. 

What I don't love is that my mother is here every.stinkin.day (four days of the week anyway).  Jeff's mom is only here once a week, but between the two of them-they drive me batty.  It's mostly little things they do that are different from the way that I do things.  I TRY to let things go over the weekend, and I am usually able to regain my sanity, but on Monday-here we go again. 

I try to remember that they are not hurting the girls and just because it is a different way of doing things, doesn't mean that it is wrong.  I try my hardest to give them the benefit of doubt.  I try. 

The thing is-If it was innocently different, it probably wouldn't bother me as much, but it's not! They make it perfectly clear that they want to do things their way!  Well-I am not having it.  Consequently, I have to watch over them.  Circling above them on everything, like a hawk over pray.  If I don't like something, I swoop down and make it right!!!  (try to imagine the sound of a hawk or eagle :)

Some big hitters include (in bullet format):

  • Both mother's think that feeding time is play time.  Rather than holding the bottle in the girls' mouth, they play and tickle and distract from eating.  My solution:  Over the weekend, I have "trained" the girls and put them on the fast track of holding their own bottle.  (I know many babies do hold their own bottle already, but since I didn't breastfeed, I didn't rush this step because I don't mind doing it to being close with them while they eat.)
  • My mother (not so much MIL) has to constantly be reminded to wash her hands!  I don't think this needs any explanation.  My solution: Hand sanitizer everywhere and some good smelling Bath and Body hand soap.  I also clorox wipey their toys and constantly wipe everything down despite being looked at as "anal" and over protective.  (The girls were sick TWICE in September and since then, I have turned up the volume on sanitizing everything and they haven't been sick since.. knock on wood)
  • When I put the girls down for a nap-I leave them there.  I don't go back in 50 times and re-suckie them and hold them and (try) to rock them.  They will never go to sleep if I/they do that because I have not conditioned them that way.  My solution:  Tell them time and time again to leave them be. 
  • Both mother's were brought up to give the babies whatever they eat.... Grind it up and give it to em!  Um.  No.  I refuse to get them hooked on salt and sugar and fat when they are barely a year old.  My solution (that doesn't always work): provide enough food for the day.  They still push the envelope every time.  When I want them to eat stew (or tacos, sausage, dilly bars, reeses pieces, corn nuts(!), chips, orange juice, and on and on), I'll let them know.
There are several more things that we don't agree on.  And the old saying, "you get what you pay for" stands true here.  I don't pay them to watch the girls.  But I have to ask myself, would it make a difference if I did??  I don't think it would. 

Does anyone have any tips on how to handle these situations?

October 12, 2010

Birthday Pics

  
 












October 11, 2010

Everything I Imagined

... And more! 

When we found out that we couldn't get pregnant without medical intervention, I remember telling Jeff how upset I was because it wasn't "how I had ever imagined it would be."  Throughout an extremely tough pregnancy, it wasn't "how I had ever imagined it would be."  In the first nine months of the girls life, struggling with screaming babies, I cried A-LOT because none of this was "how I had ever imagined it would be."

Well, the girls' first birthday was last week and it was EVERYTHING I imagined it would be!  My heart is bursting with happiness.  This whole weekend has been friggin wonderful.  I'd like to share it with bullets. :)

  • Friday was the girls' actual birthday and after work, we went to the grocery store to get last minute party favors, cake (three cakes actually.  One for each of the girls and one for the rest of us!), ice cream, etc. 
  • Saturday morning, we slept in a little (7 a.m... Normal day starts at 5 a.m.).  Jeff and I put together the toys that we had got them and they waited, ever so patiently.  Then they played! and played!
  • When they went down for a nap, Jeff and I went into full gear and decorated for the party.  Jeff went and picked up the balloons and liquor (... for the adults!) and I put the finishing touches on the house.
  • We got the girls up and brought them downstairs and they were in awe of the house!  We think they thought, "when did Winnie the Pooh move in?"
  • We fed them and played and put them down for their afternoon nap while we got ready and put the food out.  Guests arrived and while everyone was getting settled and having some dinner, I got the girls up and put them in their party dresses! 
  • They looked B-E-A-UTIFUL! 
  • Jeff and I sat on either side of them and helped them open presents.  We sang "Happy Birthday" twice-once for each girl.  And they enjoyed tearing into their cake!
  • Everyone left and the girls ate their bottle and crashed.
  • Sunday morning was an early start because Jeff is out of town on business again this week.  We had to get him to the airport at 7 a.m. (hour drive).  Sunday was also our 12th anniversary. (10-10-98)
  • I got home and the girls didn't want to take a nap because they had slept on the drive to and from the airport, so we played.  We played and watched Christmas Vacation!  (It's October-I broke out the Christmas movies!)  It was fabulous. 
  • The girls went down for a nap and slept for two and a half hours! I slept for about an hour, myself! 
  • We got ready to go and went to my nephews birthday party in the evening.
  • Monday morning-off to work (I am "working" right now!).
I will post pictures soon-I left my friggin camera at my sisters house!! Dammit.



PS-there are a few things that pissed me off this weekend that should be in a post all of their own... Like my mother being Johnny Rain Cloud.  ALL.DAMN.WEEKEND. Oh-the drama.   Like my SIL storming out of the house after she found out we bought a new car (she has money issues and is unable to buy a new car at this point.  But is that my fault?  It's not like we flaunted our car.. It was in the garage.  Had she not went out for a beer, she would have never know).  Like my father thinking it's okay to give the girls chocolate before I want them to take a nap.  Like my mother telling me I am wasting money on formula-"they are a year old now.  Give them cows milk."  Um.  I don't want to.  I like the nutrition they get from formula (we did graduate to a "toddler" formula 12-24 months (sniffle), they are getting so big) and since it still makes up about 60% of their diet, I will keep them on formula. 

Well, there you go.  Maybe these don't need a post of their own!

October 8, 2010

I remember...

The last year has held a plethora of new things-most of them brilliant and wonderful, some of them extremely difficult.  This morning last year, at 1:32 and 1:38 Madison and Mackenzie, respectively, entered the world. 
I remember...
  • holding them for what seemed like a nano second before they were whisked off to the NICU. 
  • that I could NOT stop shaking after delivery.
  • how scared I was to "break" one of them.
  • how small they were.
  • how protective I was (am!)
  • feeding them at the same time in their high chairs.  They were so tiny, they were barely big enough. 
  • first smiles
  • rolling over
  • first solid food
  • first crawls
  • first teeth
  • first "real" tears
  • first words - both said momma first!
  • first sign- doggie!
  • first Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, 4th of July, etc
  • growing out of bouncy chairs, the infant bath, and car seats.
  • discovering all the unknown wonders of the upstairs
  • climbing up the stairs (and poor Maddie falling down them :( too)
  • first trip to the zoo
  • first family vacation
  • dancing in the crib after baths
  • waking up to beautiful smiling faces everyday
  • being able to say "my daughters"
  • my first Mother's day with children/Jeff's first Father's day with children
  • the first time one of the girls slept on my chest
  • carrying a sleeping baby into the house
  • their first swimming pool experience
  • the first time they sat and played in the grass
  • new food tastes-most good, some not-so-good!
  • going to the state fair
  • swinging for the first time
  • my heart breaking when they got hurt
  • the love I felt when they reached for me and hugged me
My love for my family is endless.  I can't tell you how lucky I am to have these two. 

Today is my babies' first birthday! Happy Birthday Girls!








October 4, 2010

Amidst writing a post about how pissy I was because DH was on a business trip and I was doing everything all by myself, my grandfather passed away. 
He passed last Wednesday.  He was 9 days away from turning 91 years old.  He was an incredible man.  I have since been creating a slide show for his funeral service, where I also plan to play three pieces on my violin. 

I already miss him.