Whoever said it gets easier, is correct! Now nights are still a pain of a sort but it could be (and has been) worse! Maybe it is easier b/c I am so in love with these two little guys, maybe b/c I have adapted, or maybe, just maybe it is actually "easier".
Logan is such a terror. I can not get over it. Be pulls up on everything, he crawls like a bolt of lightening, and he is now trying to 'cruise' the furniture, anything he is standing up on. He gets into everything and anything he can. He gets to his destination, then is on to the next before you know it. Definitely an attention span of a fly! Today he actually let go and stood there balanced for a good 2 seconds. I was shocked. Then he caught himself before he lost complete balance. He does things and looks at you in amazement, almost saying "look at me, look at me"! He has this cute, devilish look in his eyes at times though. He is going to be something.
Braylon is all over the place as well, but he is real content. He goes after what he wants, he gets it, and is fine for awhile. It is the simplest things for Braylon. He likes to me comfortable. You can not push Bray. He takes his time, he evaluates every situation, then goes for it at his own pace. Today, I gave him yogurt and he couldn't eat it fast enough. Saying "Mmmmmm-mmmmm' while smacking those lips together. What a difference in boys!
Kiara is such a wonderful girl. She is such a big sister, always looking after the boys, making sure they are happy is her goal on a daily basis. They adore her as well. She never and still doesn't have any jealousy, like we kind of expected. She is way mature by her years for sure. Besides the normal 8 yr old girl drama and tribulations, she is such a great kid. She has such a big heart in her and it shows with these boys every day.
I can't believe we have made it this far..that goes for me, Phil, Kiara even, and the boys ;) Next week they will be 7 months...we are past the 1/2 way mark to 1 year! I am striving for that 1 yr mark b/c it will 'get easier' but at the same time, dreading to be out of the baby stage, naturally. I guess it is a mothers' instinct. To want that infant, that innocent being looking up at you, relying on you for every single need and want. I have to keep reminding myself to take it slow. This won' t last long. Though I love my breaks when they nap during the day (thank goodness we got this down pat) I am so happy to see them when they wake up. Those smiling faces, the excitement in their eyes to see me...makes it all worthwhile! I was so scared to take care of two babies...but I think I am on to something and doing something right b/c they let me know every day in their smile!
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Happy thoughts
Today was a good day ;) It was a rainy, chillier day than usual. The boys and I stayed in today. Didnt have a plan, didn't have a schedule (well besides the normal nap times for this we WILL never do without) and we just went with it.
They are into this new play time now...mommy lies down on her back or stomach. They see me there, and they get so excited. Each of their faces light up and they crawl to me, start to climb up me, digging their faces into my leg, stomach, face..whatever is there. So I grab them both, hold them tights, and roll from side to side screaming and tickeling them. They laugh so hard, they love it! We did this for the first time the other day and I can say at that very moment...I knew I was doing this 'right' as a mom to twin baby boys. I never thought I was not a good mom, but I just wasn't 'comfortable' in my abilities in doing it 'right' for the boys...until now.
Today this feeling only intensified for me. We were in the kitchen and I got down and started crawling out into the family room. I looked back at the boys, saying "C'mon boys, follow Mommy!" And they did!!! I crawled out, then Logan was behind me followed by Braylon and the dog last. Not kidding. As each one met up to me, I was clapping and laughing, telling them they did such a good job! Those smiles on their faces then, Ahhhh..breath-taking!
For so many months, it is worry after worry. How am I going to breastfeed two babies? How am I going to carry two babies? How are they going to sleep-tandem or seperate? How or when am I going to sleep? Who's going to watch over Kiara if I am busy? How am I going to go to the store? eat? shower? pee? think? You don't have time to think. So, in return it is so hard to enjoy. Just to enjoy them and me with them. The days have finally come. I always loved them, of course, always thought they were the cutest, most precious things ever...I always kissed their little feet and hands, rubbed noses with mine...but it is different now. Real different.
And just to think back...how could I ever think I was not sure 'how' I was going to love a boy, let alone two boys! Now-I can't imagine never loving them this much.
They are into this new play time now...mommy lies down on her back or stomach. They see me there, and they get so excited. Each of their faces light up and they crawl to me, start to climb up me, digging their faces into my leg, stomach, face..whatever is there. So I grab them both, hold them tights, and roll from side to side screaming and tickeling them. They laugh so hard, they love it! We did this for the first time the other day and I can say at that very moment...I knew I was doing this 'right' as a mom to twin baby boys. I never thought I was not a good mom, but I just wasn't 'comfortable' in my abilities in doing it 'right' for the boys...until now.
Today this feeling only intensified for me. We were in the kitchen and I got down and started crawling out into the family room. I looked back at the boys, saying "C'mon boys, follow Mommy!" And they did!!! I crawled out, then Logan was behind me followed by Braylon and the dog last. Not kidding. As each one met up to me, I was clapping and laughing, telling them they did such a good job! Those smiles on their faces then, Ahhhh..breath-taking!
For so many months, it is worry after worry. How am I going to breastfeed two babies? How am I going to carry two babies? How are they going to sleep-tandem or seperate? How or when am I going to sleep? Who's going to watch over Kiara if I am busy? How am I going to go to the store? eat? shower? pee? think? You don't have time to think. So, in return it is so hard to enjoy. Just to enjoy them and me with them. The days have finally come. I always loved them, of course, always thought they were the cutest, most precious things ever...I always kissed their little feet and hands, rubbed noses with mine...but it is different now. Real different.
And just to think back...how could I ever think I was not sure 'how' I was going to love a boy, let alone two boys! Now-I can't imagine never loving them this much.
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