Tuesday, 25 August 2015

A Day at the Circus – Life with 5-Week-Olds


Ever wonder what life with twins would be like? Double the fun? Double trouble? Well, the following is a true-account – like anyone could possibly make this up – of a random 24-hour period of parenting two five-week-olds and their two-year-old big sister.

The performers under this Big Top include the following:
Mommy – myself
Daddy – my co-Ringmaster and calmer half
Bean – two-year-old big sister
BG – baby girl
BB – baby boy

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Scene opens on a dark living room lit only by the flickering light of the television re-playing “Big Bang Theory” seasons on a continuous loop. See exhausted Mommy dozing on couch, waking to sound of crying infant.

2:10am – feed BG, change diaper (twice)

2:45am – feed BB, change diaper

3:10am – Mommy resumes cat nap

4:45am – wake up Daddy for his shift

5:03am – wake up Daddy, again

5:08am – Mommy sleeps

8:10am – awoken by Bean screaming her wake-up bellows; attempt to return to sleep

8:18am – give up and get up; find Daddy in the kitchen with Bean in high chair, BB in bouncy chair, BG in baby bucket on floor (re-purposed laundry-type container from Ikea); move BB to rocker in living room and take BG from bucket and feed

8:30am – overhear Daddy trying to convince Bean to eat breakfast

8:33am – Chuckles the cat throws up on carpet

8:34am – Bean turns fussing into meltdown; Daddy gives up and releases her from the kitchen

8:36am – BB wakes up in rocker; lets us know he’s starving now; Daddy preps bottle; I rock BB with big toe while continuing to feed BG

8:37am – Bean announces she pooped (without going to the potty)

8:38am – Daddy takes Bean to the bathroom and cleans her up

8:39am – I put half-fed BG down in rocker; pick up screaming BB and change diaper

8:41am – Bean all clean now; Daddy feeds BB; I resume feeding BG

8:55am – Bean requests a tissue; refuses to walk by cat puke on carpet

8:56am – I finish feeding BG

9:01am – I bribe Bean into finishing breakfast or no pool today

9:02am – recall I never changed BG’s diaper; change diaper; put happy (and grateful) BG back in rocker

9:03am – resume feeding Bean; start to wash dishes and tidy kitchen; quickly abandon and clean up cat puke instead

9:10am – Bean requests Elmo on TV; request denied; screaming ensues; manage to redirect toddler angst with reading books on couch

9:20am – peace ensues; babies fed, Bean reading, Daddy reading news; I grab breakfast and check email

9:33am – take continued peaceful opportunity to set up sewing machine; need to sew two straight lines; bobbin empty at half-way point; review manual for how to re-thread bobbin

9:44am – request from Bean for dancing; abandon sewing; turn on current favorite, “Mamma Mia,” and commence day’s first Tire the Toddler Out (TTO) activity with living room dancing

9:55am – prep Bean for pool with potty-time, dress in swim diaper and swimsuit, prepare and pack snack and water for her, water for me, get in own swimsuit, get towels and change of clothes, load up stroller, walk to pool

10:10am – arrive at pool; “swim” with Bean (second TTO activity)

10:45am – get out of pool; change Bean into dry clothes; dry off self

10:55am – walk over to playground; let Bean play; chat with other mommies

11:10am – load up stroller with Bean, snacks, water, and make sure we have our towels, suits, etc.; walk back home

11:20am – return home; Daddy feeding BG; BB sleeping in rocker

11:22am – unpack stroller; head off to take quick shower

11:25am – Bean joins me in the bathroom to play with the shower curtain; hands me toys to play with; helps me put lotion on my legs

11:50am – Daddy changes BG diaper; I take over BG feeding; Daddy takes Bean to kitchen for lunch

11:57am – BB wakes up fussing; Daddy changes BB diaper and puts BB back in rocker; I continue to feed BG and rock BB with my foot; Bean has another meltdown in kitchen and refuses to eat; Daddy takes her to bedroom for a nap; refuses nap so returns to kitchen for lunch

12:04pm – BG falls asleep with bottle in mouth; I change BG diaper again; put her in rocker

12:11pm – BB and BG start stirring; I sing a few rounds of “Soft Kitty” while double rocking; they start to fall back asleep

12:27pm – BB and BG asleep; I overhear Daddy playing rhyming games with Bean in the kitchen; grab moment to skim next chapter in “Twin Sleep” book (suggests keeping sleep log, but the thought of adding a sleep log to our existing poop/feed log is too exhausting at this stage; will log later)

12:30pm – Daddy wipes down Bean; puts her down for a nap; does quick clean up of kitchen and high-chair (in prep for next meal)

12:55pm – Mommy and Daddy doze in living room (cats, too)

2:15pm – wake up; check email; place order for third snot-sucker on Amazon (no sharing)

2:45pm – re-attempt to re-thread bobbin; re-review manual

2:50pm – BG wakens; Daddy diapers and feeds her

2:53pm – BB wakens; I abandon bobbin (again); get bottle and feed BB

3:10pm – change BB diaper (twice); BB resumes eating

3:35pm – put content BB in rocker; wake up Bean from nap

3:42pm – pick up non-content BB again

3:43pm – read “Ernie’s Big Mess” to Bean while consoling BB

3:47pm – re-read “Ernie’s Big Mess” to Bean (sigh)

4:03pm – put BB and BG down in rockers

4:04pm – read “Elmo’s Nursery Rhymes” with Bean (reading Cookie Monster’s Pat-a-Cake page, twice)

4:10pm – read “Barnyard Dance” while Bean acts it out

4:17pm – dig through Bean’s toy bin for missing Tigger figure (no dice)

4:23pm – BB and BG wake up; Daddy and I got to kitchen to prep bottles; ignore towering pile of dirty dishes

4:24pm – Bean announces she has to use the potty; abandon bottle and run to address potty needs

4:26pm – finish with potty needs; grab bottle from the kitchen; scoop up screaming BB and feed him

4:34pm – Bean hands me “Miss Spider’s Tea Party” to read; sits next to me and BB; asks for water; I ask her to wait a few minutes (difficult lesson to learn)

4:47pm – carry dozing BB to kitchen; get requested ice water for Bean

4:49pm – change BB diaper

4:53pm – swaddle BB and put down for nap

5:08pm – phone rings; Bean starts to squeeze Hug-Me-Elmo to get him to sing; I ask her to do something quiet while I’m on the phone and babies are trying to sleep (another hard lesson to learn)

5:15pm – finish with phone call; Daddy finishes feeding BG; changes her diaper; puts her down for a nap

5:16pm – fix Bean’s water bottle as it leaked all over me and the couch while I was on the phone

5:18pm – ask Bean to help me clear a foot path in the living room and put away piles of books, animals, a tea set, a tricycle, blocks, plastic people, and play food

5:45pm – I resume bobbin threading; re-thread needle; resume sewing straight lines

6:00pm – Daddy asks what I’m sewing (hearing me curse under my breath as I re-read the manual, yet again). “I’m sewing a toddler pillow. I’m just cutting an adult pillow in half and sewing them up again; really simple. Plus it’s cheaper than spending $30 on a silly little toddler pillow.”

6:05pm – Daddy takes Bean outside in garden to play (third TTO activity); I could finish sewing or start on dishes; sewing wins

6:13pm – finish sewing my two “straight” lines; I check out my work, uneven, dropped stitches everywhere and my “straight” lines are actually zig-zag

6:17pm – put away sewing machine

6:24pm – complete Amazon purchase of new toddler pillow and case

6:54pm – stick my head outside to watch Bean watering our grass with the hose (under Daddy’s supervision)

7:15pm – Daddy and Bean come in; Daddy gives Bean a bath; Bean comes into the living room for her nightly toga-towel show

7:22pm – Daddy showers; I put Bean in her high chair; prepare little pizzas and listen for baby bellows; try to explain cooking time to Bean who wants her pizza NOW

7:37pm – BB wakes up; I prepare bottle; Daddy sits in kitchen with Bean waiting on pizzas

7:38pm – I feed BB

7:55pm – change BB diaper; resume feeding BB

8:15pm – finish feeding BB; put down in rocker; wake up BG for feeding

8:19pm – overhear Daddy giving Bean lessons on how to eat pizza, “No licking it! It’s not ice cream!” (Bean laughs) “See, isn’t that better? You are now an official pizza eater.” (pause) “Cheerios don’t belong on pizza!” (Bean laughs, again) “See, this is how a baby dinosaur eats pizza!” (whatever works)

8:30pm – BB fussy; Daddy finishes with dinner and wipes down Bean; Daddy picks up BB; Bean goes and gets her baby doll

8:31pm – Bean announces she’s “nursing” and lifts up her shirt for her baby doll; then squinches her face and says, “Fussy,” and grabs the bottle instead (mimicry, indeed)

8:37pm – storytime with Daddy, Bean and BB in the recliner; I change BG’s diaper

8:38pm – resume feeding BG

8:45pm – Louie the cat comes through screaming for dinner

8:47pm – finish feeding BG; put her down in the rocker; feed the cats

8:50pm – do quick pick-up of toys and books (more for safety than aesthetics)

8:56pm – take dozy BB from Daddy; Daddy takes Bean to go get ready for bed (brush teeth, get pajamas, etc.)

8:57pm – change BB diaper

8:53pm – hand BB off to Daddy; grab BG; traipse back down hall to Bean’s room for nightly family sing-along (“She’ll Be Coming ‘Round the Mountain,” three verses, “Old MacDonald,” three verses, “Row Row,” and “Twinkle Twinkle”); kisses for all

9:10pm – put babies back in rockers

9:14pm – I heat up dinner and attempt to eat

9:20pm – BB hungry; put dinner down; go get bottle; feed BB

9:24pm – Bean bellows (we tell her to go to sleep)

9:48pm – change BG diaper

9:50pm – all three start settling down; finish snarfing (cold) dinner

10:01pm – BG fussy; wants to be held

10:09pm – BG falls asleep in my arms; put back in rocker

10:25pm – BG fussy again; try feeding, but she’s not interested; wants to wiggle

10:35pm – BG finally eats

10:45pm – BG done with eating; Daddy takes her from me and puts her in the rocker

11:05pm – Mommy dozes on couch

12:35am – BB grumbling; I get up to get bottle; Daddy heads off to bed

12:37am – feed BB; change diaper; re-swaddle and put in crib

1:33am – BG grumbling; I get bottle; feed; change diaper; re-swaddle and put in crib

2:00am – Mommy dozes on couch

2:12am – BB fusses

2:16am – move BB from crib to rocker; rock with finger while lying on couch

2:21am – change BB diaper; feed BB

2:50am – re-swaddle; put BB back down in crib

2:54am – fussing continues; move BB back to rocker; rock with finger while lying on couch

2:59am – BB asleep; Mommy dozes

4:00am – wake up Daddy for his shift; head off to bed

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So... who’s coming to visit first?







Sunday, 23 August 2015

90 Minutes


The other day, Daddy got up for the 6:00 a.m. wake-up with Baby #1 and let me sleep in. By 7:30 a.m., I was up and ready to take over, and sent Daddy back to bed for a few more zzzzz’s.

Over the following 90-minutes, my morning went something like this:

Put Baby #1 in jumper.
Cram comforter into washing machine after discovering that Louie the kitty peed on it.
Pull yesterday’s laundry out of dryer.
Baby #1 protests loudly; cease laundry pull.
Scoop up Baby #1 and let him sit on my lap while I do a quick review of email.
Carry Baby #1 to kitchen to get a cup of tea.
Hear toddler bellowing with her morning wake-up routine.
Abandon tea on counter.
Put Baby #1 down amidst pile of toys (he’s not mobile yet).
Greet bellowing toddler and get her out of bed.
Overhear Baby #2 waking up and babbling.
Finish dressing toddler; limiting her choices drastically.
Head into Baby #2 and get her up.
Change diaper, grab bottle and feed Baby #2.
Put fed and changed Baby #2 in jumper.
Scoop up Baby #1, change diaper and grab bottle.
Head off to put Baby #1 down for his morning nap.
Feed, sing, put Baby #1 down.
Return to not-so-happy Baby #2.
Retrieve her from jumper and let her crawl around.
Finish retrieving laundry from dryer to fold.
Grab lukewarm tea.
Sit with Baby #2 on floor and get “help” from toddler to fold laundry.
Fulfill request for soymilk from toddler; resume laundry folding.
Retrieve Baby #2 from under desk where she’d wedged herself; resume laundry folding.
Address toddler’s discovery of cat poop under the dining table; clean up; resume laundry folding.
Deny toddler’s request for “Elmo”; put on jazz internet radio instead.
Help Baby #2 stand at musical table (she’s not quite stable yet).
Attempt distraction and put Baby #2 amidst pile of toys.
Grab folded laundry off the floor and stash it in the kitchen or on the dining table to be put away at a later time.
Come to horrifying realization that toddler has entered the “Why?” phase.
Discover even more horrifying realization that it took me about 45 seconds before I heard myself say, “Because I said so.”
Play with Baby #2 at musical table while toddler pretends to go grocery shopping for one item at a time; “You want eggplant?” “You want watermelon?” etc.
Pick up and turn Baby #2 around from heading in the direction of her latest discovery, shoes. Try distracting with blocks.
Address repeated requests for reading to toddler (she refuses to fall for “You read it first” suggestions).
Sit with toddler on lap, hold book with one hand and hold Baby #2 up at musical table with other hand.
Read page 1; readjust Baby #2 by holding on to her shirt.
Read page 2; Baby #2 protests feeling like she’s hung on a hook.
Hear Baby #1 mimicking a screaming banshee on fire to let us know he’s awake and he’s pooped.
Put Baby #2 down, facing away from the shoes.
Remove toddler from lap (amidst protests of an unfinished book).
Tell toddler to make sure her sister doesn’t eat the shoes.
On way down the hall to get the banshee, open bedroom door and tell Daddy it’s time to get up.

Let the day begin!

20 Reasons Why I Love My “Terrible” Toddler


Being the parent of a toddler can sometimes feel like being stuck in the tenth circle of Hell; the one Dante missed.

My days are sprinkled with tantrums over which socks to wear, or 35 minutes waiting for her to put her jacket on “by myself!”, or her sudden inability to walk to the kitchen and adamant insistence that she be carried like her baby sister. The emotional and mental exhaustion can be so great, it leaves me physically weakened, or, worse case, sobbing on the bathroom floor in front of the dust bunnies.

It’s so easy to get mired in the pint-sized drama with the full-scale volume. I’d love to be able to take a deep breath and count to ten; but let’s be honest, I wouldn’t get past three. So instead, I’ve created a “Love List” of all the things I love and adore about my “terrible” toddler.

1. I love how my three-year-old daughter walks onto any playground, or passes any kids at the grocery store or sees them as we drive by and shouts, “Friends!” regardless of whether she knows them or not.

2. I love how she just can’t resist the urge to run… everywhere. Even heading to her bedroom, she dashes off. Need tissues at the grocery store? Race ya down the aisle! Gotta go potty? Sprint there! (Although that one I support heartily.)

3. I love how she has no interest in eating a spinach muffin, unless it’s mine. Then she wants almost all of it.

4. I love how she wants to go to bed with a few books so she can pretend to read to her four owls, pillow kitty, huggy bear and badger.

5. I love how she wants me to sing “Frosty” or “Jingle Bells” while she poops on the potty (after running to get there).

6. I love how she tries to negotiate for more time. When told, “Five minutes to bedtime,” she responds: “No, two minutes, five minutes!”

7. I love how she delights in making her baby sister and brother laugh.

8. I love how everything we plan to do is “after nappies [naptime],” including Easter and Christmas.

9. I love how she’s unconcerned with choosing the biggest or brightest anything, from stickers, to chocolates to strawberries; she’s motivated purely from the heart.

10. I love how she’s terribly concerned about others’ pain. Her friend Ibrahim cried one day because he missed his mommy at nursery school; and we hear about it for weeks and weeks.

11. I love how she’s completely unabashedly honest. If we tell her she’s earned one sticker, she will take just one (with a few episodes of some random “tummy stickers” sneaking through).

12. I love how her Daddy can get her to laugh with such free abandon it makes my heart soar.

13. I love how we sing “Happy Birthday” every night to a different person; or sometimes a whole pile of them.

14. I love how a speed bump can delight her so much.

15. I love how she tries to poop in the potty 47 times a day, now that we have added the chocolate incentive.

16. I love how a school bus, a city bus or a truck can elicit squeals of delight.

17. I love how she loves spending time with me and she doesn’t care what I’m wearing or whether I’ve showered recently.

18. I love that an outing can consist of looking at flowers and stray cats in the neighborhood.

19. I love that she loves going to buy fruit and vegetables from the local seller; and after seeing a donkey go by a few months ago, she still looks out for him and wants to pet him.

20. I love how she gets caught in seemingly-endless loops of questions; currently we’re stuck in the, “Who bought this?” phase. To which Daddy sometimes throws out “Karl Marx” or “Adam Smith,” which she accepts readily.

My Love List isn’t going to give me solace during her screaming banshee sock meltdowns, but I’m thinking of plastering all the walls with it so I can catch a glimpse as I’m waiting for her to get her breath following the “I want to put my shoes away myself” fit or waiting for her color to return after she finally receives the orange spoon, versus the venomous blue one I had initially chosen. Once peace has been re-established, then I can quietly retreat to the bathroom and share my woes with Bugs, Ears and Bounce, my ever-attentive and never-“terrible” dust bunny friends.