Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
A Baker Bob Moment: The baby years
The boys love nuddy time.
Before they go to bed of a night they get to roll around on the floor and, depending on how warm the house is, sometimes we let them roll around nude.
Obviously close supervision is needed and there has been a couple of times when they were younger that we had some "accidents".
Tonight I left Baker Bob in charge. I went to eat my dinner before it went completely cold and left Baker Bob to bum watch.
All of a sudden I hear Baker Bob yell, "Oh My God! There's poo!"
I walk in to find Baker Bob running across the room with Mans dangling between his arms.
I look around to find a nice poo sitting on the carpet, centimetres away from Linc.
"What are you doing?!" I yell as I reach Linc as his fingers close around the poo.
Baker Bob bends Mans over, with his bum pointing at me and says, "Look it came from here!"
"Put a nappy on him and next time don't run off and leave your son to eat poo!"
A hand wash and sterilise, and a poo clean up and it was back to playtime before bed.
Before they go to bed of a night they get to roll around on the floor and, depending on how warm the house is, sometimes we let them roll around nude.
Obviously close supervision is needed and there has been a couple of times when they were younger that we had some "accidents".
Tonight I left Baker Bob in charge. I went to eat my dinner before it went completely cold and left Baker Bob to bum watch.
All of a sudden I hear Baker Bob yell, "Oh My God! There's poo!"
I walk in to find Baker Bob running across the room with Mans dangling between his arms.
I look around to find a nice poo sitting on the carpet, centimetres away from Linc.
"What are you doing?!" I yell as I reach Linc as his fingers close around the poo.
Baker Bob bends Mans over, with his bum pointing at me and says, "Look it came from here!"
"Put a nappy on him and next time don't run off and leave your son to eat poo!"
A hand wash and sterilise, and a poo clean up and it was back to playtime before bed.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Welcome to the Jungle
The boys are almost 8 months old and I still haven't finished their room.
It's a working progress!
I thought I would show you some pics of what I have finished in there.
Manning's cot and the wall above his cot
Lincoln's cot
You can also see the side table next to the rocking chair and the nursery robe.
They have different quilts on their beds but they do have matching quilts.
The quilts, valances and the wall hanging were all sewn by my mum.
I really struggled to find brown cot sheets, so I bought double bed flat sheet sets which mum converted to 2 flats, 2 fitted and I have the matching pillowcases for when the go into toddler beds.
Mum also made the green ruffle at the top of the curtains and the zebra 100% block out curtains I picked up for a bargain of $5 a pair at spotlight and Mum hemmed them.
The paw prints I actually made out of Yupo Octopus. It's a paper stock by Dalton and because I used to work in the printing industry I picked up some samples of it before I left. I just drew them on with permanent marker. You can now get it in blue and clear so that could get interesting.
The nursery robe was mine as a baby and it was originally pink. My uncle refurbished it and it looks great I think!
This was how the change table used to look.
It's now a hutch and drawers as the boys kept banging their heels on the ends. They just got too big for it. I'll post a pic of the hutch next time.
Looking to the future
The last few days have been pretty bad sleep wise.
Baker Bob has gone back to starting at 3am. So I usually give up trying to convince them to stay asleep at about 4. It's not really their fault. They are teething and poor Mans has the worst cold. He's covered in a rash too, so he's off to the doctors tonight.
It's taking it's toll on me physically and emotionally. But things will get better.
I was at the clinic getting the NT scan done yesterday and another twin mum came up to me. She had 3 year old twin girls and she said it's great now. They just play with each other and even when the fight, they basically sort it out by themselves.
I said a couple of weeks ago to Baker Bob that I can't wait until 2011.
He took this as agreement on his theory that his AFL team Melbourne was rebuilding and would be flag contenders by then. After informing him that my life didn't evolve around sports and that he had high hopes, I explained myself. By 2011 the boys will be 2 and this little baby will be 1. So much easier! Or that's what I think (hope) anyway.
The NT scan went well. Only two arms, two legs and one little head. Compared to all the boy's scans it was so easy to make him out. He had heaps of room thanks to his brothers stretching everything out not that long ago. And yes I've decided it's a he. As soon as I saw the bouncing, wiggling form I instantly thought, that's a boy.
(I'm going to feel really bad if it does turn out to be a girl).
I'm trying to convince Adam not to find out the gender. I'm not sure I want to. At the moment anyway. My belly has already popped big time and man have I got a "pair" now! I'm always hungry now too, even though the morning sickness still hasn't let up.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Tears before dawn
When I sat up in bed in the early hours of this morning, cradling Linc and crying I knew I'd just about reached the edge of sanity.
It doesn't help that I go to tears at the drop of a hat these days. Or the fact that everything seems so much worse in the cold dead of night. But I am exhausted.
My brain has long deserted me, turning to mush in the wishy-washy days of early twin parenting. My body has been invaded by a little being currently the size of a fig, which has taken over with complete and utter determination that its mind boggling, (if I had a mind). It's drained my strength, left my gag reflux so sensitive that a cough can send me on a dash to the bathroom, and I can feel my hips starting to deteriorate already.
I am at the beck and call of 2 twin terrors, 1 controlling squishy bug and a big grumpy poppa bear that, most of the time, just doesn't seem to get it.
I am extremely grateful for everything I have.
I realise that there are far worse things in the world and I shouldn't complain.
But the reality of it is, in the middle of the night, when the world is silent with sleep, yet you're awake and exhausted, you can't think of other people's misery. It just doesn't happen.
Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
It doesn't help that I go to tears at the drop of a hat these days. Or the fact that everything seems so much worse in the cold dead of night. But I am exhausted.
My brain has long deserted me, turning to mush in the wishy-washy days of early twin parenting. My body has been invaded by a little being currently the size of a fig, which has taken over with complete and utter determination that its mind boggling, (if I had a mind). It's drained my strength, left my gag reflux so sensitive that a cough can send me on a dash to the bathroom, and I can feel my hips starting to deteriorate already.
I am at the beck and call of 2 twin terrors, 1 controlling squishy bug and a big grumpy poppa bear that, most of the time, just doesn't seem to get it.
I am extremely grateful for everything I have.
I realise that there are far worse things in the world and I shouldn't complain.
But the reality of it is, in the middle of the night, when the world is silent with sleep, yet you're awake and exhausted, you can't think of other people's misery. It just doesn't happen.
Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
A Baker Bob Moment
Baker Bob is known for his amusing antics which sometimes verge on stupidity. I love him to death but he does do some ridculous things some times. On my old blog I used to write one every week and I'm going to try and start this up again, so you can delve into the world that is Baker Bob.
For the first entry I'm going to dig up a blast from the past but one of my favourites.
The Epic Battle - 11/12/2007
Sometimes the ridiculousness of a situation far outweighs the consequences and all you can do is look at the lighter side and laugh.
Upon returning home on Friday night, I turned on the lounge room light and headed straight to the computer.
As I was totally engrossed, Baker Bob decided to call his dad.The next thing I know there is a popping noise, something hits me in the back of the head before exploding, showering me with hard granules and the room goes dark.
I'm in shock and have no idea what happened. Baker Bob, after cowering in the corner for an hour, finally agrees to fill me in on the details.
After hanging up the phone, Baker Bob had noticed a moth making swooping attacks on the light bulb. In all his wisdom he'd decided to take off his t-shirt and defend the light bulb with fierce integrity, swinging his t-shirt with masculine might.
But his plan backfired. The moths onslaught had been too much, pushing Baker Bob further and further to the brink, until the unimaginable happened... his t-shirt collided with the very light bulb Baker Bob had sworn to protect.
Its glass armour had gone sprawling across the room, hitting my furious head, shattering it into a thousand little pieces, which promptly wiggled their way under my clothes.
The exposed filament had flickered with its dying breath before casting the room into darkness .
It would later be reported that it had been a brutal battle of wits and courage; that both parties had parried and thrust until their bodies become drenched in sweat and they were running on pure adrenalin. But it would be said, that despite the hero’s best efforts, the moth had come up trumps.
For the first entry I'm going to dig up a blast from the past but one of my favourites.
The Epic Battle - 11/12/2007
Sometimes the ridiculousness of a situation far outweighs the consequences and all you can do is look at the lighter side and laugh.
Upon returning home on Friday night, I turned on the lounge room light and headed straight to the computer.
As I was totally engrossed, Baker Bob decided to call his dad.The next thing I know there is a popping noise, something hits me in the back of the head before exploding, showering me with hard granules and the room goes dark.
I'm in shock and have no idea what happened. Baker Bob, after cowering in the corner for an hour, finally agrees to fill me in on the details.
After hanging up the phone, Baker Bob had noticed a moth making swooping attacks on the light bulb. In all his wisdom he'd decided to take off his t-shirt and defend the light bulb with fierce integrity, swinging his t-shirt with masculine might.
But his plan backfired. The moths onslaught had been too much, pushing Baker Bob further and further to the brink, until the unimaginable happened... his t-shirt collided with the very light bulb Baker Bob had sworn to protect.
Its glass armour had gone sprawling across the room, hitting my furious head, shattering it into a thousand little pieces, which promptly wiggled their way under my clothes.
The exposed filament had flickered with its dying breath before casting the room into darkness .
It would later be reported that it had been a brutal battle of wits and courage; that both parties had parried and thrust until their bodies become drenched in sweat and they were running on pure adrenalin. But it would be said, that despite the hero’s best efforts, the moth had come up trumps.
Repercussion No 1
I've told work that I won't be returning at the end of the year.
It went well. I think they were hoping I'd organised the meeting to ask if I could come back early. They asked me to work a couple of days in early September to help them out and I agreed but I was quietly terrified. I've never been away from the boys for more than 3 hours. Even a couple of weeks ago, when Baker Bob took me out for dinner and a movie and Mum babysat, we were home in 3 hours.
The travel time to work was going to be 3 hours alone. But they realised yesterday that someone was going to be back from holiday by then so there was no need. They asked me to keep in touch and if I needed references or anything to let them know. So we'll see what the future holds as far as that's concerned.
Baker Bob didn't want me going back to work regardless of this pregnancy. He thinks the boys need me too much. I was looking forward to having different things to do other than the dishes, washing and changing poopy nappies but I wasn't looking forward to leaving the boys in the care of someone else. Even if it was my parents. And there would have been a bun fight over wages as I was missing more than 50% of the boys life for what I was getting paid so at least I don;t have to face that.
Finances will be interesting though. Wish stay at home mums got paid for raising the next generation of workers...
It went well. I think they were hoping I'd organised the meeting to ask if I could come back early. They asked me to work a couple of days in early September to help them out and I agreed but I was quietly terrified. I've never been away from the boys for more than 3 hours. Even a couple of weeks ago, when Baker Bob took me out for dinner and a movie and Mum babysat, we were home in 3 hours.
The travel time to work was going to be 3 hours alone. But they realised yesterday that someone was going to be back from holiday by then so there was no need. They asked me to keep in touch and if I needed references or anything to let them know. So we'll see what the future holds as far as that's concerned.
Baker Bob didn't want me going back to work regardless of this pregnancy. He thinks the boys need me too much. I was looking forward to having different things to do other than the dishes, washing and changing poopy nappies but I wasn't looking forward to leaving the boys in the care of someone else. Even if it was my parents. And there would have been a bun fight over wages as I was missing more than 50% of the boys life for what I was getting paid so at least I don;t have to face that.
Finances will be interesting though. Wish stay at home mums got paid for raising the next generation of workers...
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
We're still alive
This update has been a long time coming.
Sorry I haven't been updating more often, life has been hectic and I have some big news to announce that I've been waiting for just the right time.
Firstly, at their 6 month check up the boys weighed 8.5kgs each and Mans had shot up. He measured tall for his age with everything in proportion. Linc hadn't had the growth spurt so he was actually on the short side and 'cuddly' for his height. I'm not worried. I think he's had that growth spurt now but I'm pretty sure Mans just had another. Over the last week or so he seems to have gotten a lot heavier and more solid than Linc, and he seems to take up a lot more of my lap than normal.
Secondly, development wise they are travelling pretty average. They both get up on their hands and knees but seem to have a real issue with working out that they can go forward. Linc commando crawls, Mans just gets frustrated and raspberries all over the floor. (Which he proceeds to draw pictures in). Linc is destructive and quickly gets bored with a toy, tossing it aside and avidly pursuing another one. He's also a bit of a bully which has turned Mans into a bit of a sook and a Mummy's boy.
They are in size 0 clothes now but still have very little hair and no teeth. They still love their solids, particularly Linc. I've started to think that maybe he has reflux or is lactose intolerant. He's gone off his bottles quite a bit and before he started on solids he used to vomit quite a lot. I've tried him on both yoghurt and custard and both seem to bring on the vomiting again. I'll mention it at my next MCHN appointment in Sept and until then, I'll steer him away from anything that seems to set him off.
They both much prefer to be on their feet and I really think that these boys will never really crawl, they'll just start walking. Yay for me!
Thirdly, the boys hips are fine. The physiotherapist was very impressed with the improvement in Mans' hips and the x-rays revealed that Linc's were fine as well. So no hip braces for us. They handled the x-rays really well and apparently didn't move, even a little.
Unfortunately I couldn't go in with them because I'd found out I was pregnant! Luckily Baker Bob had gotten the day off work and he went in with them. I had to sit in the hall and wait.
Fourthly, the P word. As of yesterday I am 11 weeks pregnant. Totally unexpected and not planned at all. When the boys were about 3 months old I went through a stage of being clucky and missing my tiny little babies. But I'd well and truly gotten over that and had decided we'd just have the two and that's it. So it's taken some adjustment and everyone keeps telling me that these things happen for a reason so it must be a girl. I'm convinced it's a boy. I think a boy would integrate into the family a lot better, but a little girl would be lovely.
I'll hopefully be having my 12 week ultrasound next week, provided I can find the time and then it will really sink in. I'm due the 8th of March. Exactly 2 months after the boys' first birthday.
Sorry I haven't been updating more often, life has been hectic and I have some big news to announce that I've been waiting for just the right time.
Firstly, at their 6 month check up the boys weighed 8.5kgs each and Mans had shot up. He measured tall for his age with everything in proportion. Linc hadn't had the growth spurt so he was actually on the short side and 'cuddly' for his height. I'm not worried. I think he's had that growth spurt now but I'm pretty sure Mans just had another. Over the last week or so he seems to have gotten a lot heavier and more solid than Linc, and he seems to take up a lot more of my lap than normal.
Secondly, development wise they are travelling pretty average. They both get up on their hands and knees but seem to have a real issue with working out that they can go forward. Linc commando crawls, Mans just gets frustrated and raspberries all over the floor. (Which he proceeds to draw pictures in). Linc is destructive and quickly gets bored with a toy, tossing it aside and avidly pursuing another one. He's also a bit of a bully which has turned Mans into a bit of a sook and a Mummy's boy.
They are in size 0 clothes now but still have very little hair and no teeth. They still love their solids, particularly Linc. I've started to think that maybe he has reflux or is lactose intolerant. He's gone off his bottles quite a bit and before he started on solids he used to vomit quite a lot. I've tried him on both yoghurt and custard and both seem to bring on the vomiting again. I'll mention it at my next MCHN appointment in Sept and until then, I'll steer him away from anything that seems to set him off.
They both much prefer to be on their feet and I really think that these boys will never really crawl, they'll just start walking. Yay for me!
Thirdly, the boys hips are fine. The physiotherapist was very impressed with the improvement in Mans' hips and the x-rays revealed that Linc's were fine as well. So no hip braces for us. They handled the x-rays really well and apparently didn't move, even a little.
Unfortunately I couldn't go in with them because I'd found out I was pregnant! Luckily Baker Bob had gotten the day off work and he went in with them. I had to sit in the hall and wait.
Fourthly, the P word. As of yesterday I am 11 weeks pregnant. Totally unexpected and not planned at all. When the boys were about 3 months old I went through a stage of being clucky and missing my tiny little babies. But I'd well and truly gotten over that and had decided we'd just have the two and that's it. So it's taken some adjustment and everyone keeps telling me that these things happen for a reason so it must be a girl. I'm convinced it's a boy. I think a boy would integrate into the family a lot better, but a little girl would be lovely.
I'll hopefully be having my 12 week ultrasound next week, provided I can find the time and then it will really sink in. I'm due the 8th of March. Exactly 2 months after the boys' first birthday.
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