Thursday, August 22, 2013

Auto-Adjust Mode

Oh hello my 6 week old...where does the time go?!?!
Pretty girl!

So serious.

Love those edible toes!

Changes continue these past few weeks and we're adjusting accordingly. 

I'm adjusting to slowing down and realizing the lack of an agenda is actually a good thing.  But also am adjusting to racing through tasks so I can actually get a few things done on borrowed time. 

I'm adjusting to the fact that you might see my boys playing outside in their underwear at any given time of the day.  Sometimes I just can't meet their needs fast enough...

I'm adjusting to getting a lot done with one arm and have gotten used to the permanent cramp in the other because Little Lady doesn't like to be put down.  As a result, I'm mastering the Ergo and Moby baby carriers.  
Yes, I really look that tired.  Eeek.
I'm adjusting (although not gracefully) to working through screaming fits from any of my three kids at a time.  These, of course, mainly happen when a meal needs to get on the table or we need to get going in the car.

I'm adjusting to the boys' latest milestone: COMPETITION.  Everything is a race or someone always has to be in front!  It's nothing short of maddening because inevitably a fight ensues.  However, with twin boys I'm pretty sure this phase isn't going away anytime soon.  If you missed my Facebook status the other day it read, "The boys are fighting over who is looking at who..."  Next their going to tell me "He's breathing my air!" You get the picture.

Cue the song "Anything you can do I can do better...!"

I'm adjusting to selectively listening to my husband's daily run down because hearing statements like, "I slept like a rock last night.  Were you up a lot?"  and "I ran out at lunch today and got my hair cut and a few errands done."  and "Oh I had a great work review today and we had an awesome steak lunch at Hondos." can make this somewhat-trapped-at-home-missing-her-downtime-and-her-freedom mama a little jealous.  But in Joe's defense, he's nothing short of a super hero dad that swoops in each evening and helps out 300% AND he's the one who PUSHED me out the door last week to wine club dinner, full well knowing a meltdown was on the horizon by our bottle-refusing infant.
Daddy's girl.
I'm adjusting to not getting too confident when things are going well.  Thank just jinxes a good day and someone is bound to throw a fit within seconds of me having such a thought.  Like the other morning when the boys were playing so nicely while I fed their sister...because then I walked into the playroom to find the adjoining bathroom flooded, where the boys were dumping water from the sink and toilet onto the floor.  Oh and the leak that spread to the basement???  That was real fun to clean up too.  And recently, when I was able to leave the boys with a friend and her son for a quick doctors appointment...yea, well that lead to my anxiety and exhaustion getting the best of me as I was sweating in the waiting room for my post partum check up, covered in breast milk, trying to feed a discontent and thrashing baby through tears that wouldn't stop coming.  I really tried to assure the doctor things have been good despite my red, puffy eyes because they have been! But we all have our moments...good and bad. 

I'm adjusting to this growing peanut, who's not going to stay little for long!  Up 2lbs in two weeks at her last check up, we've seemed to get some feeding issues under control.  So long size 'newborn!'  Of course she still sleeps A LOT during the day despite my efforts to stir her awake, and the predictability of our nights vary, but they're do-able.  Ready to play for 1-2 hours after she's done with her middle of the night feeding, she's bound to get her internal clock straight soon enough.  Yes, just let me believe she will.

And I'm also adjusting to the boys and I being hot and cold with each other lately...sometimes blissfully playing, listening, and cooperating; other times yelling, screaming, arguing, and throwing a fit.  Recently we enjoyed breakfast together and I got two 'thank yous!' when I served their cereal.  I also got a 'You look pretty, Mommy!' from Garrett, so yea, my month has been made.  Yesterday's trip to our old stand by - the children's museum - and today's jaunt to the outdoor mall's water fountains were both successes, where they could burn off energy and I could peacefully feed their sister.  There's a trend here...when baby is calm, mama is calm.  I guess I'm adjusting to relinquishing control too.

But anytime I get a "That was a lot of fun!" from the backseat on the way home, I know I've done ONE thing right for the day.
Birthday party fun for some fellow twin friends:)

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