Thursday, May 31, 2012

I officially have acute and chronic CRS

Apparently, I have a finite amount of brain space, and adding Clair to the Davis household pushed me over the edge.

So in order to make room for her, the space that used to belong to remembering things now belongs to her. In God's infinite wisdom, He thought it might be a bad idea if I didn't remember my newborn child. I would have to agree.

This means I am afflicted with a severe case of CRS. Because this is a family blog, I won't explain what the acronym really stands for. Let's just say it means "can't remember stuff."

Since my Clairzeepoopoo has been born, I can no longer keep up with anything.

My cell phone has been the greatest casualty. It gets left in the car or left at home, constantly. Or if I have it, I've forgotten to charge it. Last weekend, I left it at my Mom's, an hour's drive away. Lovely.

I also forgot the cleaning lady was coming last week, so my house is going to be a mess for another month. (Why don't I just clean it myself, you ask? HA!!)

I scheduled two work meetings for 10 a.m. yesterday. Thankfully, one was a group conference call, so my absence was only moderately noted.

This morning, I sent a note to a friend who was organizing a going-away lunch for a former Sun co-worker. My note said, "If it's not too late to RSVP, I'd like to come to Hanah's lunch today! Is it at 12? Or 12:30? (Because of course, I couldn't remember.)"  She wrote back, saying: "The lunch was yesterday. :-) "

Sigh.

My hormones are starting to normalize, I think, since my hair is falling out and Aunt Flo seems to be trying,  very weakly, to show up (Just do it, already, Aunt Flo! Jeeez!) So maybe when all things are back to the way they used to be, I'll be able to find some brain space again.


See? I posted this picture without remembering that I JUST said this was a family blog and so I shouldn't say certain words. Oh well. It's out there now.

I need a nap.


Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Summertime sweeeeeet.

We had a great long weekend with friends and family, cookouts and crab feasts.

And now it's back to work. Bleh. Well, actually I love my job; I just hate getting up in the morning after a long weekend of long nights and early mornings and staying up way too late drinking sangria. :-)

This weekend, the boys really, really enjoyed playing with their cousins in my parents' backyard and I caught glimpses of what life will be like when they're a bit older, and more adventurous. Summers are going to be a lot of fun!

Speaking of summers, I am easing our family into the concept of "summer vacation." We have not gone on a vacation since the boys were born because it just seemed like way too much. And by way too much, I mean way too much everything. Too much effort, too much stress, too much planning, too much money.
But I really want us to be a family that vacations, so this year, I am planning a 3-day trip to the beach, with two nights in a hotel. Yikes! I get the chills just thinking about the drama that might ensue on this trip, but I am determined to do it and have FUN, darnit!

Next year, we'll actually do a road trip to somewhere in New England (also to the beach, but also to visit my Mom's family and eat lobsters!) and maybe the year after that, too. And then three years from now, when the boys are 5 and Clair is 3, we'll think about doing a big vacation. Disney? Road trip? Not sure.

Starting next year, Lester and I will also plan a short trip for just us, too.

So that's my plan and I'm quite excited about it. Today, during lunch, I"m going to start looking for hotels/deals for this summer's long weekend. I can't wait!!

Meanwhile,until we become pros at vacationing with three small children, we'll hang out in my Mom's backyard, with my Dad on the grill and my Mom doling out popsicles and all the cousins and family fun we can stand. And all will be summertime sweeeeeet.

Here's one of my FAVE pics of Lester ever. I'm posting it here because he is on the beach -- foreshadowing our summer trips -- and also because he looks soooo debonair. Check out this hottie! I'm such a lucky girl!



And here is an adorable pic of Ms. Clair -- who really is the world's happiest baby. Seriously. She makes my heart melt!

Did I say I was lucky girl? 'Cause I really, really am.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Final maternity leave checklist -- and a TREAT at the end of the post

I know you've all been wondering: So how did you do on your maternity leave checklist??!?!

Here are the results (read to the end, because there's a treat at the end!)
  • Finish sending out thank-you cards to friends
  • Organize and clean out my basement
  • Swap out winter and spring/summer clothes
  • Figure out what to do with maternity clothes Tahira said she wants them. So I'm holding on to them for her. (Hmmm. I won't say anything about what that implies. But I hope it implies a sweet new friend for Clair, sooner rather than later.)
  • Frame (and/or re-frame) photos; hang them in the house
  • Find an aesthetically-pleasing (or if not, then cheap and easy) way to organize the boys' books in the living room play area
  • Take my bedroom comforter to the Laundromat to wash
  • Take my Christmas tablecloth to the dry cleaners (yes, I still have not done that and it's April. And what?)
  • Take some things back to Macy's/Target
  • Get a pedicure
  • Get my eyebrows done
  • Go to the Dominicans and get my hair done (This item and the previous two are all part of Operation Bring the Sexy Back. New spring/summer clothes are also a part of that mission, but only after this baby belly has gone the way of the wooly mammoth.)
  • Go visit friends with Clair, or the boys, or all 3 (Kelly, in particular)
  • Go visit friends all alone! Preferably where a meal and cocktails are present (Angel, Kelly, Beth, Stacey) Saw Beth! Had awesome time. Failed miserably on the others, although Kelly and I did hang out at the New Edition concert!!!
  • Go visit Granddad
  • Have lunch with Lester during the work week
  • Go out with Lester on a real grown-up date We went on TWO dates!
  • Take my Dad out for lunch again, this time with Tahira since she missed it last time
  • Get Clair on a predictable eating and sleeping schedule
  • Get Clair sleeping in her own bed
  • Wean the boys from their nighttime bottle
  • Get on the pill I've had my prescription for weeks. Gotta wait for Aunt Flo to show before I can start taking them. My hair has just started falling out (inevitable post-pregnancy thinning) so maybe that means my hormone levels are getting back to normal. So maybe THAT means Aunt Flo will show sometime this century.
  • Make an appointment with my primary care doctor to get my sugars tested Tested. Fasting sugars were 89, which is good. A1C is 6.1, which is not as good, but not terrible either. So the Doc said let's check again in 3 months.
  • Plan and have the boys' 2nd birthday party.  No party, but we had a wonderful day!  
That was all that was on my list, but I also cleaned out my bedroom closet, took the boys to the zoo, went to the NEW EDITION CONCERT!!! and just all and all had a very fulfilling time off.  As you can see, I still have a few things left to do. So I'll work those in over the course of the summer/year.  No stress. It'll all happen.

Even though I  enjoyed my time off, I still feel like it wasn't long enough. And I miss my babies! It's honestly not as heart-wrenching as I imagined it would be, mostly because I know they are in great hands with Michelle, but I do miss them. :-(

Thank goodness Michelle sends me videos like these!


 (I told you there was a treat at the end!)

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Last days of maternity leave recap

Clair had a better night last night (only woke up once to eat) and so I am not as catatonic as I was yesterday.

Whew, thank the LORD!

But I'm still sorta getting into the swing of things at work, so I don't have time to really, really post like I'd like. I really wanted to post my checklist (which looks pretty good, actually!)  Instead, I'll post a couple photos from our zoo trip on Friday, which is what we did to commemorate my last (week)day of maternity leave!


Dean looking at the zebras!
Cary looking at the hippos! (Despite the photographic evidence to the contrary, the boys were not dressed alike. The two shirts were different colors and very different on the front!)
The whole family. As you well know by now, my children do not smile for pictures. But trust me: They LOVED the zoo!



And I'll also post a photo of me in my badass red jeans, which I wore Sunday night to go see NEW EDITION with my friends!!!!!! (Seriously, people, I am a New Edition NUT! I have all the albums, even the single of their very first song ever, which came out on vinyl -- hellloooo! -- before the actual album came out in 1983. Yes, I have that. And their Greatest Hits albums. And their Christmas album. And their sucky "Under the Blue Moon" album. I have them all. Know all the songs. Would follow them around like a Dead Head if they performed more often. I am sick. My kids are gonna hate me for forcing them to hear New Edition songs all throughout their childhood!)

True "Candy Girls" for LIFE!
 And, I will say that the boys were SO excited to see Michelle when she came in yesterday morning. Cary, surprisingly, was moved so much, he kept hugging her and hugging her! Dean threw her a little bit of shade, of course (just like he did when they came to visit me when I was in the hospital, holding Clair in my arms), but then he was back to adoring her within minutes. She said the day went really well, and she wasn't frazzled at all having all three kids all by herself all day long.

This makes me SO happy, folks. More than the smile that Clair gave me when she saw me. More than the extra love and hugs I got from the boys yesterday evening. More than getting in the bed and being fast asleep at 9:30 (halleluiah!) Because this means that maybe, just maybe, she won't quit on me! :-)

Monday, May 21, 2012

Back at work

I'm back at my desk, going through 100 million email messages.

I am fairly fried from a night of no sleep (Clair decided to regress -- of course! -- and wake up to eat and play TWICE last night; and I went to the NEW EDITION CONCERT! AND my brain was whirring a million miles a minute all night long).

 I also have no idea what is going on with any of my clients until I have a "download meeting" later this morning with my boss and my co-worker/friend who took over for me while I was gone. So I'm feeling totally out of sorts. Need more coffee. ASAP.

I have lots of things to relate about my last few days of maternity leave (zoo visit! closet clean-out! Cary misses me! Me-crying all day on Sunday! NEW EDITION CONCERT!) but I really do need to go through email and try to catch up somehow.

So I will try to post later, perhaps, if I have time. If not, then tomorrow!)

Meanwhile, I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

(Zzzzzzzzzzzz......)

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

2-year check-up!

Today the boys had their 2-year check-up. Here are the stats:

Cary
  • Weight: 24 lbs., 8 oz.
  • Height: 35 in.
That's 10th percentile for weight; 60th-65th for height.

Dean
  • Weight: 28 lbs. 10 oz.
  • Height: 36 in.
That's 50th percentile for weight; 75th for height.

Both boys are doing excellently in every area of their lives. Praise God!

They're good eaters, good sleepers, developmentally-appropriate physically and behaviorally and "well ahead of themselves," according to the pediatrician, in language development. They're off all bottles and ready for toilet-training. They're good big brothers to Clair and curious, verbal, hilarious, normal boys.

The doctor also praised us for being collected, patient and cooperative when it came to handling all three children during the visit, especially in a small exam room, with one child (Dean) not very happy about having to be there; another child (Cary) getting into everything, including fingering the doctor's scraggly, white beard, and one baby (Clair) crying for more milk and a paci.

It's wonderful when your pediatrician tells you how awesome your kids are. It takes it to a whole 'nother level when he tells you how awesome you are! SCORE!

We felt so good about ourselves, we decided to take the whole family out to a late breakfast/early lunch. So off to Bob Evans we went. I haven't been to Bob Evans in years, but we'll likely go back, as they were very kid-friendly, both in terms of price and accommodations.  We sat in a back area, near a pair of friendly older ladies who were chatting and eating. Just before we left, they stopped us to tell us how well-behaved Cary and Dean were, and how impressed they were by their manners and ability to sit and feed themselves quietly, and not behave like terrorists. (I'm paraphrasing.)
 "That speaks directly to your parenting," one said.

SCORE! SCORE!

Feeling really good about ourselves now, we headed on home to get them down for naps. Once in the door, we paid for all that complimenting. :-)
First Dean, then Cary started in with the serious, out-of-the-blue, no-good-reason-for-it melting down. Then Clair started wailing for her lunchtime bottle. Lester drew the long straw and got to feed Clair, while I dealt with the "well-behaved, well-parented" Cary and Dean. Tears were streaming down Dean's face for I'm not sure what. Cary didn't want his shoes off, then bawled because his shoes weren't off. Neither boy would climb the stairs to get to their bedroom, so I ended up having to hoist them both on either hip and carry them, hollering, up the stairs. (Please note the stats above to see that I was carrying more than 50 lbs. of tear-stained babies!) One wanted me to read a book; the other didn't. One wanted his blanket; the other didn't. By the time I got them both moderately calm enough to turn the lights out and leave, I was ready for a drink (and a nap)! (I got neither, btw.)

I write this down here not to complain about toddler tantrums, but to note that with children, it is rarely (if ever) all one thing or the other. They are marvelous and maddening, hilarious and hell-raisers. Just when you think, "Hey, I'm pretty good at this parenting thing!" they'll do something to make you think,"What am I doing wrong?" And vice-versa. If there's one more thing we've learned in the last two years, it's that it's helpful to keep this dichotomy in mind, particularly when they're being less-than-lovely.

Like rainstorms, the worst will be over eventually, and the sun will shine again.:-)

P.S. Clair is 3 months old today! She laughed out loud for the first time yesterday, and we're doing pretty well getting her to bed at 9 or 9:30 every night. So, just before I have to go back to work (Friday is my last day of maternity leave, waaaaaah!) things are inching, slowly, toward a sense of order. I'm not thrilled about having to leave my babies, but at the very least, there's that.

Bonus pic of Clair and her BFF Matthew, from my sister's visit to Baltimore yesterday:

Matthew is catching up!



Monday, May 14, 2012

Happy Birthday/Mother's Day/No-Bottle Day

What another fabulous weekend!!!

The boys had a wonderful birthday, in spite of the fact that I barely planned anything!

They had fun blowing out their candles in their ice cream and I even gave them seconds when they asked for it.
Dean ate his so fast, I barely had time to get the camera out before he was finished. He even ate the candle too. Can wax poison small children? I guess we'll find out.

Cary also ate his candle. My children either have PICA or they're just weird.
 Later on that night, Lester gave me a pre-Mother's Day gift to die for: He BAKED for me! My friend Angel, seeing my love for Morton's LEGENDARY HOT CHOCOLATE CAKE!, sent me a recipe for molten chocolate lava cake (or something like that). Lester tried his hand at it, and it was delicious!!! I ate two of them, hot out the oven, with ice cream on the side, and swooned from happiness. Thanks, Angel! Thanks, Lester!!!

On Sunday, Mother's Day, all three of my boys fixed me breakfast (pancakes, fried cinnamon apples, sausage and coffee) and then gave me beautiful cards and gifts.



They also sent a Mother's Day message to all the Moms in their lives. (Well, Dean did most of the messaging. Cary was too busy "READING!")



Later, my mom, Dad, my Aunt Fern (Mom's sister) and my Uncle Buddy and Aunt Pam (Mom's brother and sis-in-law) came to Baltimore to have brunch at the Rusty Scupper, overlooking the Inner Harbor. So they stopped by our house afterward. I loved having them over, and so did the boys. And Clair didn't get put down the entire time they were there, so she was in Heaven.


Aunt Pam, Auntie Fern, me and Mom. Happy Mother's Day to us!
It was a wonderful, wonderful, family-filled weekend. I was really very much at peace and feeling loved and blessed, and not stressed, all weekend long. That is a beautiful thing. Happy Mother's Day to me!


AND!!!

As planned, we sent the boys to bed last night without a bottle for the first time in their lives! Following my weekly weaning plan, they had already gotten down to only 2 oz. each, so I figured they might not miss it. Boy was I wrong! There was considerable crying from both boys -- but the hysterics came mostly from Cary. Deanie seemed to understand much more when we explained that only babies have bottles and they were big boys now. But Cary (as usual) didn't really care what we said. He flipped around in his crib and screamed bloody murder. He wailed and moaned like someone had died. He refused to sleep, refused his lovey, refused his blanket, refused comforting. He was really putting on the performance of a lifetime.

I was feeling very determined as a mother to cross this bridge, but I was also feeling quite sad for him. It's Mother's Day! And I'm torturing my child. Also, I had to bathe Clair and put her to sleep. And also Mad Men was coming on in an hour or so! I needed this child to sleep!!

So after 45 minutes and several times of me going in to comfort him and reason with him, finally Lester went in and firmly told him enough was enough and it was time to go. to. sleep!

And you know what? He did. Just like that. Not a whimper out of him for the rest of the night.


Yes, it was Mother's Day, and yes I am a darn good Mom, 95-percent of the time. But I've said it before and I'll say it again: Thank the good LORD for fathers. :-)

(Note: One night bottle-free down. The rest of their lives to go. Pray for us!)

(P.S. This is my LAST WEEK of maternity leave. Waaaaaaaah! :-( )



Friday, May 11, 2012

Happy 2nd Birthday, Dean and Cary!

Already, the boring birthday I forgot to plan is going fabulously!!

First off, we let the boys watch TV this morning, and they thought this was the BEST THING EVER! Yo Gabba Gabba singing about birthdays and sharing made them giddy!  I probably could've stopped at this as their birthday present and they would've been happy.

But there was more...

We came downstairs and found out that Cookie Monster and Elmo came to see them for their birthday!!
Party with Cary and Dean!! Whoo-hooo!


The boys were so excited about their balloons and party hats and presents, they almost didn't want to go down to the playroom to see their big present! But we convinced them to go. And boy were they glad they did!


After playing with their new kitchen and pretend food, Dean and Cary NOW didn't want to go back upstairs to see their balloons and presents and party hats. But we convinced them to go. And boy were they glad they did!

New pails and shovels!
Presents to open!
NEW BOOKS!!
Birthday beads and birthday blowers! Books, pails and shovels, oh my!
Then it was time for birthday breakfast: Waffles, their favorite. With syrup!

Then we read and played, and headed outside, where Michelle gave them their new lawnmowers!! They LOVED these!

Picture them running around going, "brrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmm. brrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmm!"

Michelle also bought them these! Awww!

After lunch and naps, we're going to the playground for outdoor birthday fun, and when Lester gets home from work, after dinner, we'll have ice cream, in their very own bowls, and let them blow out candles.

I'll post pictures of all that later. But suffice it to say,  it's 10 a.m. and we are already having a 2nd birthday blast! Hooray!!


Thursday, May 10, 2012

Lessons learned in the last two years

The boys will be 2 years old tomorrow. I can't believe it. TWO years old. Time really is flying.

Last night, we had a regression moment, back to their baby days. Around 3 a.m., Cary woke up crying and whining. It turned out he had pooped and wanted it off, pronto, something that hasn't happened in eons. Lester got up to clean him up and Dean popped up, noticed that Cary was getting out of the crib, and cried, too. So it's 3 a.m., we have two babies crying, there's a poop that needs cleaning, and Lester and I had to work together to get it all taken care of -- boys tucked back in their beds -- and back to our own beds to catch a few winks before Clair woke up at 6.

We handled it smoothly, and without sniping. No cursing or exasperation. No panicking that a 3 a.m. wake-up call meant certain doom.

This got me to thinking about all the ways that Lester and I have grown as twins parents since the boys were born. And I thought I'd share some of the lessons learned, in the hopes that they might be of some help to parents who might read this later. I know two people having twins this summer, Angel and Elizabeth, and I especially hope to help them even a little if I can. But even new parents of singletons might find some of this useful.

In no particular order, here are my thoughts on the fears, anxieties and myths about having twins:

1. Fear #1: We will never, ever sleep again. One thing we've learned in the last two years is that almost any superlative you use to describe your new state as a parent of multiples will turn out not to be the case. The fact is, you will sleep again. Your babies will sleep through the night at some point. Will you sleep like you did when you were a college student? No. But you will get at least something that resembles a full night's sleep, especially if you sleep-train, but even if you don't, before your child is out of diapers. And that might seem like an eternity from now, but it goes by fast. It really does. Keep this in mind when you're delirious from lack of sleep, or irritated with your spouse, or convinced that you will surely die if you don't get some sleep tonight.

2. Myth # 1: At some point, our lives will get back to normal. Ummm, no. Not so much. Your lives will take on a new normal, but things will not be like they were pre-twins or pre-kids, even. Ever. Even once Baby A and Baby B are sleeping through the night, you will never be able to sleep like you once did -- like a rock, oblivious to the world, waking up in the morning when you darn well feel like it. This is a lesson that is best learned early. The sooner you accept the fact that you need to reimagine what you consider to be a "good night's sleep" (read: Get over it.) the much happier and less resentful you will be. And believe me, it is possible to feel some feelings of resentment toward tiny little creatures with big saucer eyes and nibbleicious toes. But more than likely, you will feel those resentful feelings toward your spouse, or "your life" in general. And those feelings are counter-productive. Accept the fact that your life has changed. Some things are much better (you have created life!) and some things, like a new sleep pattern, are neither better nor worse; they just are what they are. A wise woman told me once that with babies, the days are long, but the years are short. It seemed more like an inspirational quote than a truth, at the time, but I now know it is fact, as I stare down the barrel at two babies who will be turning 2 tomorrow, seemingly overnight. Get over ruminating about how things "used to be" before your world was turned upside down by babies. Get over it fast. And just enjoy things how they are. 'Cause it'll be over sooner than you know it.

3. Fear # 2: We will never leave the house again, or at least not without stress and tension. In the early days, the anxiety I felt around leaving the house was somewhat crippling. Taking TWO unpredictable infants out into the world, not knowing what I would do if one started crying or needed a diaper change or just wanted to be held, seemed impossible. So I mostly stayed in and felt jealousy when friends of single babies told me about all the fun Mommy-and-Me type things they were doing with their kid. Or even just the relative normalcy they were able to keep up: going to the grocery store, going to lunch with a friend, going anywhere that wasn't to visit a family member, at home, with helpful hands and beds around. But once I got over my anxiety, I was able to get out more and more. We both learned how to plan a little better and prepare for the outing. No, we couldn't just grab a baby, a diaper and wipes and roll out, like some of our friends. But we could get out. And as the boys got older and older, especially after they were confident walkers and consolidated their two naps into one, life got infinitely easier in the traveling department. Stressful screamfests in the car got eliminated when we turned the boys front-facing and popped a Sesame Street DVD in for them to watch on long drives. And it is heaven being able to transport the things that they need in one bookbag, instead of schlepping through town with a car full of equipment and supplies. Getting out with the boys now is actually a lot of fun (not perfect, of course) and relatively simple. But if you'd told me this when they were 4 months old, I'd have laughed at you. And then cried from the lack of sleep and the cabin fever.

4. Myth #2: Having twins is double the fun. There's a funny NPR bit where a man with twins tells a friend that "twins" is a cutesy, misleading euphemism for "two f#*$%! babies at the SAME TIME." Truer words were never spoken. Having twins is hard work. If anything, it is double the work. It does have many, many wonderfully fun moments. Don't get me wrong. But it is only double the fun for people who do not have to feed, change, rock, soothe, hold, medicate, clothe and schlep the two effing babies at the same time. It can bring double the anxiety, and double the stress, which means you and your spouse will have to be doubly good at communication. What also helped is that I was blessed to have a partner who readily took on his half of all the work. I had a baby; he had a baby. That's how it worked. He learned to do things just as well as I did, and some things even better. I look back on it now and see that we might never have worked better as a team than we did when we had two infants (AT THE SAME TIME!) Now, people will say to you, when you're out -- in the dumbest way possible -- "Double trouble!!" I disagree with that sentiment. My twins were a lot of things, but they were never, ever "trouble."
Note: Having twins IS double the love. That is absolutely true. Love times 2. And double the sweetness. Now that they're older, they're double the hilarity, too. And I am exponentially blessed.

5. Fear #3: We will never have any money! OK, these are pretty lean times in the Davis household. Vacations are a memory. New shoes for mama only exist in catalogs. But we are not dead broke, much to our surprise. We've been good at budgeting and accepting gifts and hand-me-downs (I LOVE hand-me-downs). We have become better at shopping Craigslist instead of Nordstrom. Freecycle is our friend. Our biggest expense is child care (and that's even more expensive because we chose to have a nanny for the boys, so we sacrifice for that), and we hope to have even that reduced significantly in four to five years (hopefully!) And although we are not able to live it up like the Trumps, we do have all the things that we need and some of the things that we want. I think that's doing pretty good.

6. Fear #4: I am going to lose my mind! The truth is, there will be times when you feel like you will most certainly lose it. But guess what? You won't. You will pull it together and make it happen for those kids, for your marriage, for your job and for yourself. You won't always be doing everything at 100-percent capacity but that is OK, normal, even for the best. You will learn over time to cut yourself and your spouse, friends and loved ones some A LOT of slack. You will most certainly feel more forgetful, so you will learn to be more organized. You will see how quickly the stress of taking care of two effing babies at the same time can eat away at the harmony in your house, so you will work harder to keep the harmony, by picking your battles, and learning to laugh when you want to cry. Humor helps SO much. Graciousness helps even more.

7. Myth # 3: You will have your hands full. If you could get a dollar for every time someone out there in the world says to you, "Boy, you sure have your hands full!" you would be 50 times richer than Oprah. Occasionally, they say it with a tone that implies, "Sucks to be you!" Or they'll just outright say, "Better you than me!" with a goofy grin. What we've learned is that our hands are full, but our hearts are fuller. Our lives are richer. Our love is stronger. We had twin babies, preemies. Two babies needing our love, time, money and attention. We have twin toddlers now who need the same, and so much more. And we not only survived, but we are thriving. Our family is bustling, beautiful, full of the evidence of God's love, and ours. We have another baby now, too, and we're learning still more from her.

 Our cup is so full, it runneth over. And we are happy.




Wednesday, May 9, 2012

I plan to stop procrastinating...someday

It's two days before Cary and Dean's 2nd birthday, and I STILL have no plan.

Sigh.

And I really have been trying! I've come up with -- and shot down -- a half dozen ideas or maybe more: a full-fledged birthday party (house, too small; cost? too much); a visit to Friendly's for just us or just us and a few friends/family members (would people think I was footing the bill? SHOULD I foot the bill? Would they sit for this or be crazed the whole time?); Nature Center visit (toddler-friendly event is too early for us to get there without rushing and I don't want this to be stressful); B&O Railroad Museum Train Day event (see what happened at Touch a Truck day to see why that got vetoed); invite folks to the park for cake and ice cream (too similar to party idea, so same issues. Also what time to do it, considering boys nap from 1 to 4 and my family and friend Kelly all have to travel an hour to get here); go to my Mom's for cake and ice cream (it's Mother's Day this weekend, so I don't want to usurp my Mom's day)...etc. etc. etc.

Nothing seems ideal.

I want simple, but not "it might as well not even be their birthday" simple. I want something active, so that their birthday is not just about eating stuff and getting stuff, but all the good stuff to do is too early or too far away or too expensive. Like even the zoo here costs a good bit, and I have been on the sucky unpaid portion of my maternity leave for quite a while.

Today I went and bought a few Sesame Street-related party accessories, like cups, plates, balloons, etc. so in case we decide to do anything on Saturday or Sunday, we'll have it all ready. And on Friday, their actual birthday, we'll display the balloons and sing "Happy Birthday" and have ice cream (their favorite thing) and give them their little play kitchen, plus some books to open.

We'll play outside with the little plastic lawnmowers Michelle is giving them, and it'll be great, I know.  And they won't remember this birthday anyway. Just like they don't remember this one from last year (which turned into something much bigger than I ever wanted):

How cute is this??

But I did want family and some of my friends with kids their age to be involved. And I really did want them to do something fun or out-of-the-ordinary for their big day. Intellectually, I know they'll be fine with whatever. They don't even KNOW it's their birthday!! But emotionally, I feel pressure.
Why does it seem like I'm not doing enough?




Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Who is this Murphy character and why can't we shoot him?

Never again will I make mention of children sleeping or not sleeping through the night. Even in veiled ways. Or with asterisks.

Stupid Murphy's Law.

And that's all I will say about that, as I chug this coffee.

P.S. R.I.P. Maurice Sendak. Thank you for making the phrase "I'll eat you up!" synonymous in our house with "I love you so much."

Cary, Dean, Clair and I hope you are somewhere where someone loves YOU best of all.


Monday, May 7, 2012

Another full weekend!

As the weather gets warmer, and my maternity leave days dwindle, I seem to be cramming more and more into the weekends. This weekend was no different.


Friday morning, I met up with my friend Jen and her two sweeties Molly and Keegan (Keegan's just a few weeks younger than Clair) and had a playground playdate. The boys and Clair had a ball!


Friday night, Lester and I had Date Night!! (Thanks to Michelle, who donated her babysitting time just because she is super sweet like that. We really LOVE Michelle.)

Lester gave me flowers when he got home from work (awww!), and then we went to a Turkish restaurant for dinner, where the food was amazing. We ate and drank and talked and, because we had a window seat, we people-watched and talked some more. It was really lovely.


 As good as the Turkish are with delicious meats and rice dishes, they are not so hot in the dessert department. So when we left there, we went to Morton's for their LEGENDARY HOT CHOCOLATE CAKE!!!! I honestly could not, in a million years, tell you how much I love Morton's LEGENDARY HOT CHOCOLATE CAKE! I love it so much that I have to say it in ALL CAPS every single time I say it, or else you will not properly understand how much I love, love, love Morton's LEGENDARY HOT CHOCOLATE CAKE!

It takes 30 minutes to make it, so while we waited, I ordered colossal shrimp cocktail and Lester had a Glenfidditch 12 year, neat. Then we both devoured the LEGENDARY HOT CHOCOLATE CAKE!!! and nearly collapsed from being so stuffed and happy and also a little bit drunk.

When we got home, all the children were asleep, and they stayed that way until ...wait for it.... 8 o'clock the next morning!!! Seriously, I think I can still hear angels singing from that marvelous occurrence.

We hustled and got ready so we could meet our friends Mark and Kelly (and their little girl Naomi) at the Touch-a-Truck festival in their neighborhood. We imagined our boys would lose their minds over all the trucks, buses, cars, etc. they'd be able to see, touch and climb in. And lose their minds they did, but not in the way we saw it in our heads.

Cary loved riding on the little train they had set up.

Someday I'll tell you how my child got out in public and acted as if he had no idea what "wait your turn" means. #Iswearmychildhashometraining
  And Dean loved honking the horn in the school bus.

What? This IS my happy face.
But other than that, Touch-a-Truck was a major FAIL. There were tears upon tears upon tears upon tears galore. "No like it!!!" Cary wailed. "Up! Up!" Dean demanded.

It was really noisy and incredibly loud what with all the sirens blaring and horns honking, and the trucks and buses must've seemed frighteningly bigger to them up close. No amount of balloon-buying, bounce-house-attempting (also a major FAIL) or faux excitement on our part could stop the melting down. At a certain point, both boys had to be held or else they would completely lose it. 
Cary, being held by Kelly, refused to even look at the camera. Dean was fine as long as he was in Lester's arms.


So, we said reluctant good-byes to our friends and boogied out of there. This is one way we know that we have gotten better at parenting. Early on in their lives, we would have 1) felt like we had done something wrong because our children were so unhappy 2) tried over and over to get them to see how much fun Touch-a-Truck day was 3) sniped and stressed because of the heat, the crying, the noise and the fact that we got up early and hustled down the highway to get to Touch-a-Truck and these darn kids don't appreciate it! And we would really like to talk to our friends, dangit! And it's so frikkin' hot!! And you LOVE trucks, boys! We have to read "My Big Truck Book" and "My Truck is Stuck" 8,000 times a day! What is the PROBLEM?!

But nearly 2 years into this thing, we know to just cut our losses, pack up the crying kiddos, laugh at the insanity, kiss our friends, arrange a time to see them without crying kiddos (and with cocktails instead) and keep on with the rest of the day. No problemo.

So that's what we did.

We first went to see my sister at her house so we could give the boys' cousins Aminah and Kwahli their birthday presents. Aminah turned 7 on Friday and Kwahli turned 4 on Saturday. I have pictures from that popsicle-filled visit as well, but my sister Kadija would kill me for posting them, because she hates photos of herself. So I will respect her wishes and not post them.

From there, we went to my Mom's and spent the entire day there. My mother bought the boys a bubble lawnmower that was supposed to be for their birthday, but she couldn't wait to give it to them. I don't have to tell you that they thought this was the BEST. THING. EVER.

What? This IS my happy face!
Clair enjoyed napping with her cousin Matthew, both on the floor and in my arms.

Zebra-print throw = napping New-Jersey-style
 
Mom and Matthew, me and Clair

And because it was Cinco de Mayo, we made soft tacos for the kids and strawberry margaritas for the adults. (Tahira has the best strawberry margarita recipe, with real blended strawberries. Yummmm!) 

All the Davises were exhausted by the end of the night, so we put on an Elmo Sings the Hits DVD in the car on the way home, keeping Cary and Dean singing happily -- and not crying even a little bit, despite the fact that they barely napped all day and it was 2 hours past their bedtime! The no-crying also made Mom and Dad happy, which is why I totally thumb my nose at the "your children will DIE if you let them ever watch television before they turn 2" madness.


At home, we put the kids in a warm, soapy tub to wash off all the popsicles, birthday cake, grass, Touch-a-Truck tears, taco sauce, bubble mixture and strawberries, got all three crankies in the bed, had another Cinco de Mayo toast and conked out ourselves. Clair slept until 6:30 a.m. (in her own crib!) drank a bottle and went back to sleep until 10. Her brothers didn't make a peep until 9:30 a.m.

Sunday morning, I made French toast, put the kids down for a nap, met two friends for lunch, came home, played with the boys, cooked dinner, drove BACK to my Mom's because we accidentally left Lester's car keys there, listened to two awesome "This American Life" episodes all the way through without interruption on the way up and back (that app is the best thing ever), got home in time to crawl into bed and watch Mad Men with Lester, while all three children slept (in their own cribs!) until the morning.

(NOTE: Notice how I am purposely NOT saying the words "sl*** thr*** the n****" where Clair is concerned, because I know that as soon as I do, it'll never happen again.)

Now it's Monday again and I only have TWO WEEKS left of maternity leave (pardon me while I go cry my eyes out). And I can't decide if I should rest up from the weekend or cram some more stuff in! Like organizing my bathroom closet? Also, the boys turn 2 on Friday and I still have no plan for their big day, so I really need to get crackin' on that.

Hmmm.

I think I'll take nap and organize and plan later. :-)

P.S. SERIOUSLY, WHERE IS AUNT FLO???

Friday, May 4, 2012

In celebration of moms who say "Yes."

Mother's Day is coming up. Since it is the same weekend as my boys' birthday, it's likely to get short shrift.
So I thought I'd post a little something now about my Mom.


There are a lot of things I could say about her: she's an amazing homemaker, a fabulous teacher, an accomplished career woman, a fantastic cook, beautiful, (see photo above) smart, fashionable, handy, crafty, loyal, kind and hard-working. She sets a wonderful example for me, my two sisters (and two brothers, for that matter) and her grandchildren. I'm proud of her every day.


But the thing that impresses me the most about her is her strength. My mother is the strongest woman I know.

Let me tell you a little story about her:

When she discovered she was pregnant with me at 18, her stepfather, not condoning her unmarried state, kicked her out of the house. It was the early 1970s and he was old-school.

She was a student on a full scholarship at Tufts University in Boston, with no money, no place to live and a baby on the way. She had very few options. Some people suggested she "get rid" of her "situation." And if she did, who would've blamed her? I'm pro-choice myself, so I can understand her dilemma.

But my mother decided to do the harder thing. She decided to say "Yes" to this gift that had been handed to her unexpectedly. She decided to be a mother.

She dropped out of school, moved in with a family friend. She applied for a job that required she have a car. She lied and said she had one. Somehow she pulled together enough money to buy something barely drivable, but good enough to get her to work and back. It was a 5-speed, which she didn't know how to drive. Over the weekend, she taught herself, with the help of friends, to drive it. That's how determined she was to be able to support herself and me.

She worked hard, and finally got an apartment of her own. She took care of me by herself until she and my Dad -- who had reunited six years later -- got married and moved to Washington, D.C. Just the two of us, me and my Mom, we had a wonderful life. We were dirt poor, but I never knew it. Our house was warm and clean and full of things a little girl wants -- Barbies and doll houses and Lite Brite, spaghetti and chocolate pudding and endless games of "I Declare War."

I can't imagine how hard those years must have been for her, first as a homeless, pregnant teen, and then a single mother whose dreams of a college education had just been obliterated.

But all I remember growing up is love. I remember making Jell-o pudding on the stove in the little kitchen in the apartment on East Concord Street with her. And her letting me wash the dishes, with a plastic trash bag tied around my body to keep me from soaking my clothes. I remember my little bedroom, with the pink canopy bed and little wooden table and chair set. I remember her coating my face in Calamine lotion when I had the chicken pox, and us pretending to be Indians, all painted for war. I remember watching "Happy Days" with her, and begging to stay up past my bedtime to watch "Laverne and Shirley." I remember her saying, "Yes."

How strong my mother must have been to have made the decisions she made. The decisions that brought me into this world and helped make me the person I am. What inner resolve and tenacity. What courage. I don't know that, given similar circumstances, I would have been so able.

When I was a cub reporter in my early 20s, working at The Kansas City Star, a co-worker gave me the best compliment I've ever received. She told me that a friend she'd introduced me to told her later, "Tanika is the kind of person who you can tell never doubted for one minute that she was loved."

That stuck with me in such a profound way. I'd never thought about it that way, but it was so true. No matter her circumstances -- even when it was a detriment to her own personal success or desires -- my mother put her love for me first. And she continues to do that for me and my siblings today.

I am so lucky that I have a mother who, when the world was telling her "No," she chose to say "Yes."



 


I love you, Mom! And I strive to be like you: the kind of mother whose children will one day project to the world that they never for one minute doubted that they were loved.

P.S. Happy Birthday, Tahira! Happy Birthday, Aminah!!!

Thursday, May 3, 2012

You bring the troot; I'll bring the poptorn. O-taaaaay?

Thinking about how my boys' language has exploded recently makes me also think about how cute some of their words/phrases are.

They crack me up with their little voices and hysterical (mis)pronunciations. And I've noticed a definite pattern: They start a lot of words with "T", "Tr", "D" and "Dr"...and no one knows why.
See for yourself:

Cary = Tary
Fruit = troot
Granddad = Dranddad
Floor = droor
Van = dran
Crying = trying
Cook = took
Phone = tone
Feet = teet
Kiss = tiss
Fork = tork
Frog = trog
Corn = torn
Popcorn = poptorn
Milk cup = milk tup
Good job = doodjob
Cereal bar = tereal bod (Cary); tereal bog (Dean)
Pancake = pantake
stop sign = top tine
Oh my goodness = oh my doodness
sing-a-long = tingarong
c'mon = tum on!

Here they are with their "tun-glasses:"



And then there are just funny little ways they put words together or pronounce them:


I'm running = Running me
Do it again; one more time = nother gen (Another again)
Please = pee pease OR puh-leeeeze
Music = muick
Blueberry = boobury
children = childrens
oven mitt = oven mitten
avocado = avocadonu
Mr. Potato Head = mashed potato head

There are many, many more. These are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head.

Funny, no? I'm glad to get these down, so that when they're teenagers, with earbuds permanently attached to their heads, and very little to say to me :-(, I can look back at this, remember their little voices and cute little words...and smile.


Wednesday, May 2, 2012

2-month-checkup

Clair had her 2-month check-up yesterday!

Dr. Bodnar declared her "perfect," which we already knew. She's 12 lbs. 2 oz. (right where she should be) and 23 and a quarter inches tall (long?) She's eating well, sleeping not too shabbily and cooing, smiling, talking and dare I say, laughing? In other words, she's awesome.

Speaking of Clair laughing, do any of you remember a 3-D ultrasound photo of her that the tech said looked like she was laughing? Well, I took a very blurry iPhone photo of her recently in her swing (while it was swinging, making it extra blurry) and it reminded me so much of that U/S pic, that I had to find it again. And sure enough, I really do believe now that my daughter was laughing in utero!

See for yourself:


Clair at 28 weeks, apparently the only one in on the joke.

Bizarre, huh? And also kinda cool! My daughter is just a happy baby!! Do you know how happy that makes me?

Anyway, back to the update: I don't think I've mentioned her sleeping habits lately (mostly because I have learned that as soon as you declare something to be so on the blog, your kids decide to make it absolutely NOT so). But ...(I know I'm going to regret this) ...Clair has been doing a lot better with the sleeping thing. About a week ago, she started drinking her last bottle at around 8-ish, usually conks out around 9 or 9:30 and hadn't been waking up to eat again until 3 or so. Two nights ago, I forced myself to risk this lovely sleeping she was doing and put her in her own crib, in her own room, once she fell asleep. And lo and behold, for two nights, she has slept in her own crib, in her own room. And hasn't gotten up to eat another bottle until 4:30 or 4:45!!

I thought she was going to sleep worse in her own crib, in her own room. Turns out, she sleeps better!

Hallllllllleeeeeeeluuuuuiah.

(Of course, she got shots today at the doctor, so watch her be up all night long fussing. Sigh.)

Either way, that's one thing on the maternity leave checklist to cross off. I said I would start trying to get her in her own bed, and I am doing it! Let's pray I can keep it up.

I also went today and got blood drawn so my doctor can look at my blood sugars. So I can cross that off the checklist, too. Now I just have to wait for the results. I'm not optimistic; I've been eating terribly since having Clair (I say as I shove the remnant of a Panera pumpkin muffie in my mouth). But I plan to get back on the wagon when I have to go back to work. I seem to have more discipline when I'm in my office, for some reason.

Speaking of Panera, here's my chunky monkey all tuckered out, as I scarf some post-bloodwork lunch:

Clair! Clair! Hello...I was talking to you! RUDE!

In other checklist-related news, I finished my basement project (!!!) and earned my husband's high praise. I also earned myself an achy back, neck, shoulders and knees. Methinks a hot bath is in order tonight, so please pray my child sleeps tonight. I really need to sit and soak and read my bookclub book.

(Also, shout-outs for Craig's List and Freecycle. After my basement clean out project, I posted all our cloth diapers and accessories on Craig's List, and posted a bunch of other stuff on Freecycle. Someone drove from DELAWARE last night to pick up the diapers (three hours after I posted them, they were gone and I was $200 richer!) and two people are picking up the rest of my trash...er...unneeded items tonight. Hooray!!!)

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Talking up a storm

The other day my friend Stacey mentioned how her little boy, Hugo -- one month older than Cary and Dean -- was speaking in 4-to-5 word "sentences." And my friend Angel recently mentioned how her son Zachary -- one day younger than Cary and Dean -- has had a "language explosion."

It got me to thinking about how my boys, like theirs, have really been talking up a storm as of late. Everyone notices it, from my Mom to Michelle to people we meet out and about. They talk and talk and talk ...and talk some more. Like Hugo, they are stringing more and more words together. Like Zachary, they are able to say just about any word they want now, with some, but not a tremendous amount of, effort.

Michelle and I have daily marvelfests at all the things these boys say and do.

They can speak in complete sentences:
  •  "Mommy upstairs with Baby Clair, resting."
  • "Baby Clair crying, want her pacifier."
  • "I no like it. I no like poop in the potty."
  • "No, no go to Aunt Tootie house. Stay inside."
  • "Eat dinner when Daddy comes home."
  • "Mommy, I find a truck (pointing underneath the sofa). I find it under there."
  • And here's one that really floored both of us: Cary to Dean the other day, while sitting in their highchairs: "No Dean, stop making the noise. Eat your lunch! Drink your agua! Okaaaaaay?" 
(Dean, of course, upon being given a direct order, did the exact opposite.)

They also use pretty big words for not-yet-2-year-olds.

 Today Cary used the word "pretend," as in "Dean pretend to cry!" And yesterday, when one of the boys' toys kept going off mysteriously (freaking me out) Dean said, "Somebody pushing it."

Cary routinely tells me he's "busy" or "I'm doing something," when I ask him to come here. And Dean can sing at least four songs, word for word, all the way through in perfect pitch. (Unless I ask him to do it for friends or family. Then of course he can't do anything but say "NO!")

They throw pillows on the floor and say "Pillow mountain!" And then they scale the pillows and say, "Mountain climber!" Cary tells me about the "neighbors" he hears running up their stairs next door (hazards of living in a rowhouse). Dean asks me for "pineapple, please!"

At the doctor on Thursday, Cary (while reading a book) yelled, "Dr. Bodnar!!! The monkeys eating the bananas!" Dr. Bodnar cracked up. And then told me, "His language is out of this world."

Both boys cry when the "ice cream truck" rolls down our street without stopping, and ask for it to "come back."  They love their bathtub "hippopotamus" toys. They flip through "magazines" or "newspapers" and say, "reading." When I'm working, they say, "Mommy's computer." They tell me to put their food in the "microwave." Their favorite words are "lawnmower" and "weed whacker."

They blabbed to my Mom that we had gotten a new "shower." (It was just the curtain, but she didn't need to know that. It would have been fine for her to think my bathroom always looks that bright and clean! Thanks, boys!)

Dean comforted Cary when he was looking out the front door for Michelle by saying, "MiMi on her way. MiMi driving." When Michelle told them to use their spoons to scoop up their yogurt like a bulldozer, Cary said, "Scoop it like excavator."

Ummmmm. Hello! Do you boys know you're not yet 2? Hellloooo!

And this is all I can remember off the top of my head. There's so much more they say, it's unbelievable that these are the same boys who used to just stare off into space and coo at things. I am seriously amazed at them.

They are so much fun to talk to and be with right now, it makes it infinitely easier to deal with the meltdowns and tantrums that pepper their day. It's like their language explosion, as Angel so aptly put it, is my reward for months and months of not knowing what the heck they wanted! And apparently it only gets even more pronounced at 2-and-a-half, so I can't even imagine what kinds of things they'll be saying then. I can't wait to talk to them more and more!

By the way, my daughter is also clearly going to be verbal. At not even three months, she already says "H!"

I'm telling you! See for yourself:


Geniuses, these Davis kiddos!! And darn cute, too!