The weekends are great because we get to spend the entire day with the girls but far too scheduled to really be the weekend I used to look forward to. I mean, there is a finite amount of sleep to be had because sometime between 7:30-8:00am they start stirring and the horses have left the gate!
Uh-oh. I just heard the first cough and it's only 6:45am! Not good...they may be cutting into my "me" time!
They've finally learned that the squeaky wheel gets the grease. When one starts crying or fussing and we give them any attention, the other will start, if you can really call it crying without any tears, crying so we will pay attention to them, too. Right! I try not to pick them up unless I know for certain they have injured themselves or have a genuine reason to be crying and aren't just begging for attention.
Notice I said attention, not affection. Too often, when we pick them up, they wiggle around to get down within seconds. They don't want to be kissed or give hugs...no...they want to make sure it is they who are still in control. I'm convinced that's it. "Let's just see who is running this house?" must be running through their little heads the whole time.
Of course we like to think it's Mommy and Daddy, but I'm beginning to wonder myself. As I sit her writing this and look around the room I can see that our stuff has been relegated to a corner of the room. Our stuff would be the TV and stereo. Sure we have furniture, but really, a sectional, 2 ottomans, and a side table are just indoor playground equipment for the twins, so at best it's 1/2 ours. They don't really mess with the floor lamps anymore so I guess those belong to us...for now. And the TV usually has Nick Jr. or a Backyardigans DVD in so, I ask, is it really ours? They already have a flat screen in what was formerly our bedroom. I'm afraid I'm burning out the circuitry with Baby Einstein videos...that poor television...I'm sure it had great hopes of playing the finest HD programming and videos, but cartoons...it's wonderful to aspire to greatness, but what a blow!
Forget about urban sprawl. That radiates from a center. Baby sprawl is my concern. It is a centripetal force to be reckoned with. Every time we put the girls down for a nap, we reset (that's what I call it) the room. All their toys are put back into the basket, all their books are put in the crate, the toys that come apart are put back together, and the missing balls are found and restocked in the proper toys. These things are all around the periphery of the room so we have space to walk and the dogs can lounge and regroup before the girls awake and chase them around with their strollers...poor dogs.
So the room is reset and we are enjoying a little bit of peace, Gina will try to nap just about the time the girls are going to wake...I keep telling her to nap right after we put them down but it's inevitable that within 15 minutes of her nap we hear them. Most if the time it's sweet giggles and coos, but sometimes it's "WAahh!" That's our alarm, time to get moving. The peace has been broken. Within minutes of their feet hitting the floor, they will have "reset" the room the way they like it. Toys and books everywhere. Balls and puzzle pieces hidden under the couch. Dogs sent onto the other side of the gates so they don't get terrorized by some crazed little girl, or 2, with an out of control stroller!
I'm now enjoying my second cup of Joe, or should I say Paul? Paul Newman's Organics Decaf that is. We have one of these Keurig machines that brews one cup of coffee at a time. I must say, I didn't really see the need for it. I mean we have an espresso machine that can make an Americano as easily as an espresso, a regular drip coffee maker, as well as a single Melita cone filter for the "hand crafted" coffees that seem to be so popular...at least here in the City. But Gina wanted one so she got it for Mother's Day. I must say I've enjoyed having it. The coffee isn't as strong as I like it but the darker, full bodied roasts work out quite nicely. And since Gina drinks full-caf and I drink decaf (mostly) it's very convenient...and no mess either, the K-Cup simply pops out and is dropped in the trash, no coffee grounds or drips trailing from machine to can. Very nice. This has been an unpaid advertisement. The writer assumes all responsibility for it's content.
Now that you've been kind enough to read my ramblings it's a good time for some pics...these are from last weekend.
There's the bell and they're off and running...it's Tilly in the lead, making the first squeak in the nursery with Poppy close behind...
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