Back at the hotel we changed for swimming. I take the stroller since the twins are sleeping and I am relieved that the pool is empty. The older two get my usual"Rules" rundown and start towards the pool stairs. I get the stroller in position and start taking pictures of the kids in the pool, when my son decides to throw caution to the wind and DIVES into the pool from the stairs. He flies back up and runs to me very excited. I explain that he was being dangerous and since he cannot swim he shouldnt try ti do so underwater. He seems to comply with the rules for awhile and I pick up a fussy baby to feed a bottle to, when he decides to dive in again. I panic and jump in the pool fully clothed to get him out of the pool, all while holding a baby.
We gathered our belongings at that point and I sheepishly walked through the lobby-soaked, to the elevator and as the doors were thankfully closing, a chipper young woman asks, "are your babies twins?"
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
The Dr
In a stroke of genius or in the interest of saving time, my husband scheduled all 4 well child visits on the same day. All 4 needed shots. To add excitement to this day, my husband was set to leave town one hour after their appointment.
So the day arrives. The plan was simple enough, I get all the kids to the office and he rushes home from work-prays for a traffic free commute and meets me at the office.
No issues for stage one. The plan for stage two was older kids go first, get in get out and then it will be time for the babies. The Dr destroyed our plan by seeing all of the kids together.
So one by one the kids go through their height, weight and exams. Question sessions and finally the rundown of who needs what shot. The Dr exits, and the nurse enters. Cue the screaming. Not of the infants. Or the toddler. But of the oldest who needed two shots. Then the screaming toddler. Then the babies. AFTER 2 HOURS & 45 MINUTES we finally load the kids up and head for home via Walgreens to fill the handful of Rx the crew needed. And a stop at Hyvee for the wine I needed.
The babies are small and both had welts where the shots were given and needed to be massaged, plus they were very fussy and bruised. It was a very long night for all of us. The next day, all kids were up early and in happy moods. Whew!
So the day arrives. The plan was simple enough, I get all the kids to the office and he rushes home from work-prays for a traffic free commute and meets me at the office.
No issues for stage one. The plan for stage two was older kids go first, get in get out and then it will be time for the babies. The Dr destroyed our plan by seeing all of the kids together.
So one by one the kids go through their height, weight and exams. Question sessions and finally the rundown of who needs what shot. The Dr exits, and the nurse enters. Cue the screaming. Not of the infants. Or the toddler. But of the oldest who needed two shots. Then the screaming toddler. Then the babies. AFTER 2 HOURS & 45 MINUTES we finally load the kids up and head for home via Walgreens to fill the handful of Rx the crew needed. And a stop at Hyvee for the wine I needed.
The babies are small and both had welts where the shots were given and needed to be massaged, plus they were very fussy and bruised. It was a very long night for all of us. The next day, all kids were up early and in happy moods. Whew!
Musical Beds
Sleep is rare in this house. Our older two share a room and the twins sleep in our room in a double bassinet pack and play. The evening routine is chaos. My son running down the hall with my daughters blue sparkle toothpaste shrieking and laughing. Our daughter chasing him, the dogs chasing her and we yell directions from their closet or the nursery.
Once teeth are brushed, which involves holding my son down to keep him from running away to get his sister back, then we let them pick a book. More times than we like that process is frustrating enough and we sentence them to their room. In their beds. Fast foward two hours. In my bed we have two dogs, one toddler, me and a restless husband. He has limited room since we own a sleep number bed and he prefers the softest setting, as I prefer the firmest. There is an actual incline to get to my side. So the toddler rolls down the hill into my husbands face feet first. Funny to me, upsetting to my husband.
The same thing happens with the dogs. I finally fall asleep as one of the twins wakes and then once she is asleep the other will wake. After the diaper changes, dog issues, and toddler kicks to the face my husband abandons all hope of sleep and heads downstairs to do research for work. I fall asleep to be woken within two hours with the twins again. I will look for my husband at this point in the night arount 3am, make sure he has a blanket and then head for my last sleep cycle.
Once teeth are brushed, which involves holding my son down to keep him from running away to get his sister back, then we let them pick a book. More times than we like that process is frustrating enough and we sentence them to their room. In their beds. Fast foward two hours. In my bed we have two dogs, one toddler, me and a restless husband. He has limited room since we own a sleep number bed and he prefers the softest setting, as I prefer the firmest. There is an actual incline to get to my side. So the toddler rolls down the hill into my husbands face feet first. Funny to me, upsetting to my husband.
The same thing happens with the dogs. I finally fall asleep as one of the twins wakes and then once she is asleep the other will wake. After the diaper changes, dog issues, and toddler kicks to the face my husband abandons all hope of sleep and heads downstairs to do research for work. I fall asleep to be woken within two hours with the twins again. I will look for my husband at this point in the night arount 3am, make sure he has a blanket and then head for my last sleep cycle.
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