Changing blog ideas

Well the blog will be the same but seeing as though sitting on a computer to write something about mothering twins can be difficult some days since I am after all being a mom..how about 500 posts about mothering multiples?? I think that will work better for me. I can blog more than once a day if it strikes me or not for a week if I run into life being well...life...

NO FISH

Forget the husband..that is a permanent pet..

As the twins have gotten older pets have remained a fixture with the exception of 4 years that I lived in a townhouse and no pets were allowed other than fish or birds.

Speaking of fish...

Here is why I do not have fish now...other than the black molly that had a massive amount of babies that lead to a 55 gallon tank.

So here is the story...Sebastian and Zoe were 3. I was about two months away from moving in with my current husband Ken. I was on the phone talking to Ken, turned around and there were bubbles coming out of the filter. Sebastian had grabbed the dish soap and put it in the tank. I screamed...hung up on Ken...and Seb looked at me and said...but Mommy...the fish needed a bath! They were dirty!

Every fish was dead within a matter of minutes. The last to die was a goldfish and the only thing to survive was a crab.

Now we have two cats, a dog and two gerbils...and a kitten on the way...NO FISH....

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I distinctly remember saying that I wanted a normal life

Now not that it means I will get it. Sorry for missing on the blog yesterday...seems like life gets crazy and now I want to exercise at home 3 nights a week. That is my goal. Every day just will not happen. However three days is obtainable.

I lost a lot of weight after the twins were born but have noticed over the last 11 years that I am almost heavier than I was when I was 9 months pregnant. Not good....so time to take my life back under control. Never let having multiples slow you down...you think you are always moving but nope....

Small post...just enough to make a point.

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The amount of time dictates parenting style

I mean who writes these books anyway....must breast feed, must bond, must hold and rub a lot during the first few months because you will not bond. After all...those 9 months of them hearing your heart beat, moving completely in sync with you...mean nothing. You MUST hold the child or children non stop or you are a bad mother.

Now if you have a book like this I suggest the following.....Contact the publisher and tell them that you really are going to boycott this book and possibly any future books published by them since they prefer nonsense. Then burn the book.

If you want to think that you are going to be a bad parent, well guess what...no one is perfect and other than do not beat, starve, or overall neglect your children....really no one has the one correct way to raise a child other than love.

Bouncy seats and baby swings were my best friends until the twins could feed themselves in a high chair. I opted to NOT breast feed. They came home eating 4 ounce bottles...doing that to me was just NOT a good idea.

I would try to time it so one child ate 15 minutes earlier than the other one. That way I could have one in a bouncy seat or swing keeping him or her calm at the moment. If for some reason I was not done with the first twin when the other chimed up...they screamed for a few minutes. Guess what..never killed them. One of them and two of me meant someone was going to wait and it was never going to be me. I had to stay alert and focused. I became and still am like a drill sergeant in so many ways. Diapers, wipes, change of clothes and bottles filled with water waiting for powder formula were all lined up in the AM.

This way it was clean focus and try to relax in between the madness.

The first three months with twins will make you cry...just a fact people...do not feel bad for crying...or walking away for a moment when they start screaming at the same time to regain composure.

All parents are calm with one child screaming....two or more can be harrowing.

Somewhere around three months there is a light at the end of the tunnel. The screaming stops, they start doing things and you start to breathe and think...ok I might survive...

Think again..you are sucked in...you just got a minor reprieve is all....lol


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Today I feel like a responsible adult

When I was 25 and had the twins I still had not grown out of the the bill is just an idea that I should pay it. That the yellow notice is what you are looking for.

Yeah...funny how electricity and hot water help with raising kids.

So 11 years ago as I finally began to pay bills on time and getting my life in order I remember a phone call I received when the twins were about to be born. It was from my ex boyfriend Marc Yost. We had bought a house together. He then decided that I was a punching bag, and I ran for my life..quite literally.

He defaulted on the loan and well this being before the time that banks had to help you...he lost the house.

The phone calls was basically him still abusing me in one form or another saying it was my fault and my responsibility to deal with it all.

Whatever....

So now as I fill out forms for camp, and pay the gas bill at 11pm at night since it was due today. I am thankful that I did wake up and learn.


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Why does every sentence I end for the last 11 years end with, get me the crazy glue?

Ok so here is a known fact about children. They break things. The term "baby proofing" to me simply means moving everything breakable out of the way because one too many things were grabbed and "accidentally" broken.

I figured ok the first year or two not bad...and when you have twins do not double the amount of things that will be broken...quadruple it. They will do their own thing and break things by themselves and then team up together and find a whole other realm of things to break.

I mean toys would just look like a lawn mower got a hold of them...and even now a picture frame is found hidden in a corner because someone is afraid that I will scream that it was broken since it was a Christmas present.

I rarely scream over anything but huge messes anymore. Not worth my time. I very often find a pile of shirts, pants and other items needing to be sewn. At times like that I am honestly pleased that my mother taught me how to mend clothing as I am certain it has undoubtedly saved me hundreds of dollars over the years.

However when it comes to toys I find that a needle and thread very often are not enough. It is at that point I am fond of the invention of crazy glue. It holds everything together. Including my sanity of not having to run out and buy something to replace what was broken!

So for the last 11 years I swear to you, I end at least one sentence a day with;"where is the crazy glue?"

Always keep at least two containers handy. It will definitely be worth it!

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I knew this day would come eventually

So for all of you mother's of singletons.....Remember that joyous day your child was born in the room with your loving husband at your side? You were told about C-Sections and what bad things could happen but it was rare and not to worry.

You know the minute they say you are having multiples it is almost like they are prepping you for a train wreck...and for good reason. I think the entire day the twins were born was one train wreck to the next.

My husband S was in a ticked off mood. Did not know what he was doing with the van that day..I think nerves got the better of him. We got in there and he and my friend Maureen were just all nerves. I walk in and they look at me and go...OMG do you want a wheelchair? No seriously, I am having a C-Section....let me walk while I can...so I get all registered, go upstairs and find myself in my room and just sit..and let it all sink in..at 1030 am I said ok in a few hours I will officially be a mother! Of twins at that!!

Since the birth itself is not that much to tell I will give the highlights...

One of the nurses had a son who was in my father's class at the high school he taught at.

When you have twins there are two sets of everything...one for each baby of course....two nurses, well three....one for me and one for each baby...three dr's again for the same reason.

They got Zoe out so fast.....they lifted her up and I noticed she was HUGE....then I felt a tug as they lifted my ribs to get to Sebastian...he came out screaming!!

As they sewed me up my husband S went out and told everyone what was going on and to check on the babies. Being a planned C-Section my mother, father, sister, brother and friends were in the waiting room.

They came in and told me that Zoe's apgar scores were 9,10 and Seb's were 10,10

That they had weighed Zoe three times...and shocked each time...she topped the scales at 10 lbs 7.6 oz....a huge difference from the 9 lbs 5 oz they were expecting!

Sebastian was 7 lbs and 11 oz.

Zoe was 19 1/2 inches long

Seb was 19 3/4 inches long

To put this into perspective for you...my younger sister just had a baby boy last week and Cooper weighed 7 lbs even and was 19 inches long.

So from birth my twins have been anything but normal.

By evening, I was already up and moving around. I just knew it was imperative to get back to me as soon as possible for the twins. A few bumps here and there.....Zoe had to be put on soy, I had blood pressure issues...and S threw a fit about Sebastian's name....wanted to name the poor child Wolfgang.

I won on all fronts and on May 11 the Dr came in and said, "Ok you are going home today, enjoy the rest of your life with your children."

Finally! I knew this day would come eventually.

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