My son has decided that he is far to stylish for my manner of dressing him. As soon as I put his pants on, he hitches his thumbs into the waist band and begins an elaborate process of pulling them down onto his hips. The end product being a rap styled look of 2-3 inches of diaper before his pants start - very hip. I'm not exactly sure when it started, but it began right around the time he started standing "at ease". The "at ease" stance looks very cute when combined with some cammo pants and a tan or olive t-shirt. He stands with both legs apart and his hands clasped behind his back - maybe its a political statement of solidarity with our troops overseas...or maybe he is just trying to reach his pockets thinking "As soon as I can use em' I can have a wallet like Da's". Either way - too cute.
We took the babes to the pool at our health club today after their naptime. They had an absolute blast despite the cloudy day. Sometimes it can seem a daunting task to get both of them ready, all of our stuff and theirs ready, and get all of us where we are headed...but it always pays off.
After the pool we hit the showers. Thankfully our club has a family locker room with private shower/dressing rooms so all four of us can get cleaned up together. I think the babes enjoyed the shower even more than the pool - plenty of giggles, screeches, and claps. Oh...to be a kid again!
I'm sure you've heard of a "senior moment". You know, when an elderly person does something silly, they laugh and say they were having a "senior moment". Well, today I had a twin mom moment - I put my son's pants on backwards.
Okay - no big deal, except that I actually left the house with them that way. I happily hauled everyone out the door and to my gym where I left the kids in daycare to attend my spinning class. They were there for two hours. With about eight daycare personnel.
The worst part is the pants have those drawstring things in the front - and they hang down like a full six inches (I never tie them). Very obvious. So he toddled around in full view of everyone with his drawstrings down the back of his legs and the back pockets up front. They were nice enough not to say anything.
We got all the way home and I only noticed when I went to change his diaper.
For the last week or so we have been having to wake Nixon up at night for a dose of antibiotics - he had infections in both ears. Up until last night it was going surprisingly well...too well. First off, Nixon will sleep through just about anything, so he barely wakes when we give him the dosage. Now Reaghan, on the other hand, isn't nearly as good a sleeper. Beyond even that, she has B's stubborn streak and refuses to go back to sleep without her dear friend "cuppa milk". So this is how it went last night after she woke during Nixon's dosage: Scene - Darkened bedroom...muma C and dada B in bed, from down the hall intense wailing B: So what are we gonna do about her? C: She is NOT getting milk...I don't care if she screams all night. 15 minutes later...hell is breaking loose B: I can't take this anymore. C: So give her some water and rock her...she is NOT getting milk. 5 minutes later - Reaghan's pitch climbs a few decibels (she has just figured out it was good ole H2O not milky). I am laying in bed wondering if she has launched the cup at B's head and caused severe head trauma. 10 minutes later - B comes back to bed. B: She's not happy. Why does she have to do this when I have to be to work early. C: Because she is a rotten baby. (Note - very NOT a rotten baby, but at 12:00 at night you will say anything) 20 minutes later (a total of an hour from onset) B: I've had it. C: Just give her the damn milk! 2 minutes later - blissful silence.
I consulted the sleep bible this afternoon (AKA Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child) and Dr. Weissbluth suggests giving a cup of juice instead and slowly over time diluting the juice with water until the babe learns to accept water upon waking instead of milk.
Have I mentioned that she is named after the main character in The Exorcist?
The babes, B, and I made a lovely trip to the peds office today. You wouldn't know it from the way Nixon screamed though the whole time that it was just a routine check-up. The poor kid thought we had brought him to some strange tourture chamber for the afternoon. He just HATES the doc - I have no idea why. Reaghan just sits there pleased as pie while she is being weighed, measured, and temped while Nixon has a total freak out...what gives? Besides all the drama, we were given the twin babe seal of approval. Nixon is 31 inches and 23.6 lbs, Reaghan is 31 inches as well, but a mere 21.4 lbs. Skinny gal! She is in the 90% for height and Dr. R thinks she will be a tall little lady. No worries about her weight, shes just a light eater (typical toddler gal). That will come in handy during her future supermodel / neurosurgeon lifestyle. :-)
So after being a blog stalker for some time, I have finally decided to take the big plunge. I'm not sure all of what I'll write about, but I suppose the babes will keep me busy enough to come up with something!