Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
bday breakdown
Every night, either Mike or I go into the twins' room to cover them with their blankets. Mike's been traveling this week, so I slowly opened their creaky door (babe, you gotta fix that), tiptoed in, and - whiff, whiff - the dreaded smell of poop at 11pm. Damn it.
I leaned over Owen's crib (it's ALWAYS Owen), but no poop. I leaned over Eliot's crib, and found the culprit - my beautiful girl sitting in a pile of dirty diaper. I picked her up carefully, and half asleep, she snuggled her curly head of hair into the nape of my neck, and she hugged me. I lost it. I mean, I freaking lost it. There I was holding this stinky, sleepy kid, and tears just kept streaming down my face.
I honestly thought that after two years the trauma of the twins' birthday would subside. I thought that all of the wonderful memories our family has made in the past two years (and there have been SO many) would one day override all of the horrors. But it hasn't happened yet. I still remember. I am definitely not one to dwell on O & E's premature birth, but at this time of year - especially this day - it's too hard to hide from it. Their birthday was not a good day. It's like I remember it all in Hi-Def - the sounds, emotions, stress are still so vivid. But thankfully, I'm always welcomed "home" to the good old fashioned movie reels of a year full of crawling, walking, talking, EATING, and laughing. So much laughing. So much good. And with that, we keep moving forward . . .
Happy Birthday twinsies. I don't think you will ever realize how much I love my life and the fact that you are both in it. May all of the December 17th's in the future be more about the beautiful memories we make together, and less about my breakdowns. :)
I leaned over Owen's crib (it's ALWAYS Owen), but no poop. I leaned over Eliot's crib, and found the culprit - my beautiful girl sitting in a pile of dirty diaper. I picked her up carefully, and half asleep, she snuggled her curly head of hair into the nape of my neck, and she hugged me. I lost it. I mean, I freaking lost it. There I was holding this stinky, sleepy kid, and tears just kept streaming down my face.
I honestly thought that after two years the trauma of the twins' birthday would subside. I thought that all of the wonderful memories our family has made in the past two years (and there have been SO many) would one day override all of the horrors. But it hasn't happened yet. I still remember. I am definitely not one to dwell on O & E's premature birth, but at this time of year - especially this day - it's too hard to hide from it. Their birthday was not a good day. It's like I remember it all in Hi-Def - the sounds, emotions, stress are still so vivid. But thankfully, I'm always welcomed "home" to the good old fashioned movie reels of a year full of crawling, walking, talking, EATING, and laughing. So much laughing. So much good. And with that, we keep moving forward . . .
Happy Birthday twinsies. I don't think you will ever realize how much I love my life and the fact that you are both in it. May all of the December 17th's in the future be more about the beautiful memories we make together, and less about my breakdowns. :)
Monday, December 14, 2009
bday party
In a few more days, we will have two turning two. Yesterday, we celebrated the twins' birthday with a small party at our house complete with cousins and grandparents. So. much. FUN!
For their present, Mike and I creatively played with our house floor plan, and renovated an 80-square foot storage closet under our staircase - turning it into a "play room." It turned out better than I could have imagined . . . what a fun space for the twins to sit, and play, and read, and grow. And the bonus? My family room no longer looks like a daycare.
For their present, Mike and I creatively played with our house floor plan, and renovated an 80-square foot storage closet under our staircase - turning it into a "play room." It turned out better than I could have imagined . . . what a fun space for the twins to sit, and play, and read, and grow. And the bonus? My family room no longer looks like a daycare.
This is how the room looked before the renovation.
The unveiling . . .
Welcome to the tree house!
We painted this wall a gajillion times with magnetic paint, but it works great!
Two large MDF square shapes painted with chalkboard paint.
A great Dr. Seuss quotation.
Owen playing with his cool, new car.
Eliot loved her "boons!"
Here come the candles!
Owie loved the chocolate icing . . .
El - not so much. ( I love her reaction. "What the crap is this?")
The unveiling . . .
Welcome to the tree house!
We painted this wall a gajillion times with magnetic paint, but it works great!
Two large MDF square shapes painted with chalkboard paint.
A great Dr. Seuss quotation.
Owen playing with his cool, new car.
Eliot loved her "boons!"
Here come the candles!
Owie loved the chocolate icing . . .
El - not so much. ( I love her reaction. "What the crap is this?")
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