When I began our gluten free journey back in November, I never thought I would feel the way I do now.
I started out grasping for air, trying to find something, ANYTHING that would make my Felix's behavior change. Someone recommended trying a gluten free diet and I knew we were already having issues with dairy, so I thought I might as well give it a shot, right? So, my husband kind of thought I was crazy, but I needed to try, needed to know if this would help before resorting to any sort of prescription.
A little back story: I had ADHD as a child. I'm pretty sure the H part is gone for me now, and I still have ADD. My parents refused to put me on medication, did allergy testing, and removed milk, eggs, and as much sugar as possible from my diet. They told me later on that the doctor they spoke with said that most cases where kids absolutely need the help with medicine is when they have a learning disability along with ADHD because they can't fight to control their impulses. Keep in mind this was also back in the 80s and early 90s when there weren't many options, and my parents were both in education, so they had seen the good and bad effects of medication.
So, knowing that I am lactose intolerant, and that a doctor in the family highly recommended getting Felix off of gluten, so I jumped in feet first. I was overwhelmed, but I fought through it. We started him on some supplements and I was so frustrated that I had to work so hard at grocery shopping, read labels on everything, and find hidden gluten and dairy in things I never thought of. (Beef bullion cubes! They contained both gluten and dairy! What?? I found out the food club brand had neither.) I kidnapped my mom's bread machine and started making bread with mixes that I bought Bobs Red Mill 36995 Cinnamon Raisin Gluten Free Bread Mix and Bobs Red Mill 19550 Gluten Free Bread Mix I felt like some sort of champion when they turned out great, and it really kept me moving forward. I tried explaining to his teacher that this was a process, and it takes time for his system to clear out and see the good effects of the diet, but she was frustrated and didn't seem to think I was doing the right thing. I ignored her.
So, we survived 3 months of gluten/dairy free life, although most of my house was still eating normal food. I would make something, and have it one way for Felix, and another way for the rest of the house. I hated cooking that way. I would eat what Felix was eating, just so he didn't feel alone. My husband thinks its weird that I'm so concerned about that, but I was there. I was in a house where everyone ate dairy products, regular cereal, and things with sugar and eggs, and I was stuck eating plain old rice puffs with soy milk and sweet n low, or option 2 shredded wheat instead of the rice puffs. I was in 3rd grade and couldn't eat birthday treats and instead, was sent to the office to get a measly little piece of sugar free candy from the secretary. I still scowl just thinking about those stupid candies. I vowed to make it different for him. I emailed his teacher and asked if she could notify me when she knew birthday treats were coming in and I would make something for him and send it. She said sure, and I felt good. Well, that was until he came home one Friday and told me he ate a chocolate cupcake with chocolate icing because the substitute teacher gave it to him. UGH! So, I searched for something I could send in and it could be left there. Its a lot harder than it sounds, because gluten free things don't keep as long as foods with gluten in them. The best I could come up with was breakfast bars, so I sent those in.
But here's the thing... We were still having behavior issues. I know, I know it can take time for gluten to find its way out of the body, but it seemed like something more to me. It was like this 6th sense in my head was telling me there was some sort of pattern and reason to it all. So, one day when Felix was home from school, we had a good healthy breakfast. He decided he wanted cereal for lunch, and since it was organic, gluten free, and dairy free I figured why not. So, he ate his cereal, and about a half hour later the downward spiral began. Attitude, meanness, mood swings, all out of nowhere. So, I thought maybe I missed something in the cereal and picked up box to check the ingredients. First ingredient was corn meal. I have family members that have issues tolerating corn, so I decided to cut it out and see if it improved.
Let me tell you, corn is by far the hardest thing to remove from your diet. Gluten and dairy combined was nothing compared to this. Basically, everything that is somehow processed probably contains corn. Corn starch, corn syrup, citric acid, and the list goes on. Did you know there are about 100 different names for ingredients derived from corn, so you're probably eating it without knowing? Its crazy. So I started the process of removing it from his diet, but it was SO hard. I felt like every time I turned around, I found another 'oops' where I gave him something that I didn't know contained corn. So, I cried, got frustrated, and then I just started making EVERYTHING.
While its hard, and it would be nice once in a while to be able to cook with all the shortcuts I used to and not have to make broth before I use it, or not have to make salad dressing, my family is eating healthier because of it. Also, when my son goes to visit grandparents, if I eat gluten after not having it for so long, I wake up feeling hungover. My whole body aches, I have a headache, my brain is in a fog, and I'm just so tired. I would have never done all this for myself, but because of Felix's problems, I found out how to make myself healthier.
Mom to twin toddlers and one in elementary school with ADHD. Parenting, handling food allergies, crafting, and surviving.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Take 2...
So, I feel like I abandoned this blog. Maybe I should give this another shot. Are you ready for a 6 month update? I'm ready...
So, I have 9 days of having babies in this house left. I don't like it. Especially, because these are very well going to be my last 9 days ever of having a baby in the house. Don't get me wrong, I know that once they turn 1, its not like some magic dust turns them into toddlers, but its a definite sign that so many things are coming to an end.
I feel like these monsters have changed me so much. I look back to when I had Felix, and I did what I needed to do for him, but I didn't really research to see what the best decision was. Honestly, I was 20 and flying by the seat of my pants. I have seen myself grow so much in the past year as a mother. I even stopped using disposable diapers and made my own cloth ones! Seriously, who knew? I gotta say, we have not had one blowout since switching, and Lily was the blowout master. I'm talking around 4-5 a week. I would rather clean poop off of where it is supposed to be, than be cleaning poop covered clothes.
I remember when Felix was a baby, my mom telling me that at 13 months, it was time to stop breastfeeding, and I said, "sure, ok" and that was that. Oh, wait, this is going to be one of THOSE posts. That's right, I breastfeed, I'll do it in public if I have to (though I try to avoid it in any way possible) and I am not going to force them to stop on their first birthday. Remember? There is no magic dust.
So, for all you haters who think that breastfeeding should be done in a dark, secret room, and not talked about, and stopped as early, if not earlier than bottles, this one is for you.
I am by no means a "breastfeeding nazi" and I am not trying to convince you that my way is superior. I just think that our society has placed such an awful stigma on something so innocent and pure, and it pains me. Should everyone breastfeed? I think everyone should try. That's it. Give it a shot. If you hate it, then at least you know, right? I don't by any means judge parents that use formula. Seriously, I really don't. I couldn't find it in me to pump at work, if I had gone back. I would probably give it a shot, get frustrated and uncomfortable, and be done with it. Plus, breastfeeding really is about comfort. If you had a nurse with awful bedside manner try and "help" you breastfeed, the discomfort could make it difficult, and give you a negative vision of the whole thing.
So, 10 years later, here is my plan and my reasoning for keeping on:
1.
So, I have 9 days of having babies in this house left. I don't like it. Especially, because these are very well going to be my last 9 days ever of having a baby in the house. Don't get me wrong, I know that once they turn 1, its not like some magic dust turns them into toddlers, but its a definite sign that so many things are coming to an end.
I feel like these monsters have changed me so much. I look back to when I had Felix, and I did what I needed to do for him, but I didn't really research to see what the best decision was. Honestly, I was 20 and flying by the seat of my pants. I have seen myself grow so much in the past year as a mother. I even stopped using disposable diapers and made my own cloth ones! Seriously, who knew? I gotta say, we have not had one blowout since switching, and Lily was the blowout master. I'm talking around 4-5 a week. I would rather clean poop off of where it is supposed to be, than be cleaning poop covered clothes.
I remember when Felix was a baby, my mom telling me that at 13 months, it was time to stop breastfeeding, and I said, "sure, ok" and that was that. Oh, wait, this is going to be one of THOSE posts. That's right, I breastfeed, I'll do it in public if I have to (though I try to avoid it in any way possible) and I am not going to force them to stop on their first birthday. Remember? There is no magic dust.
So, for all you haters who think that breastfeeding should be done in a dark, secret room, and not talked about, and stopped as early, if not earlier than bottles, this one is for you.
I am by no means a "breastfeeding nazi" and I am not trying to convince you that my way is superior. I just think that our society has placed such an awful stigma on something so innocent and pure, and it pains me. Should everyone breastfeed? I think everyone should try. That's it. Give it a shot. If you hate it, then at least you know, right? I don't by any means judge parents that use formula. Seriously, I really don't. I couldn't find it in me to pump at work, if I had gone back. I would probably give it a shot, get frustrated and uncomfortable, and be done with it. Plus, breastfeeding really is about comfort. If you had a nurse with awful bedside manner try and "help" you breastfeed, the discomfort could make it difficult, and give you a negative vision of the whole thing.
So, 10 years later, here is my plan and my reasoning for keeping on:
1.
You see that little guy? That's my Logan. Not all babies start out this way, and he did. Lily didn't need oxygen, but boy was she tiny.
So, they didn't have the picture perfect start that some babies do, and they came out fighting. I want my children to have every and any opportunity to be the smartest, healthiest, best they can be. If I stopped breastfeeding ON their birthday, and then found out they weren't growing as well as they should be, I would totally blame myself. I would be kicking myself if we had to give them toddler formula or pediasure, when I could have just kept giving them breast milk.
2. All those people that you trust whole-heartedly about what to do and not do, are pretty much the same people that tell me that breastfeeding is great, and is recommended until age 2. WHAT? TWO? Yes, I typed that correctly. I have to say, I was totally with you at some point, but really, now I feel like I should do what is best for my babies and not care about what society has told me is acceptable, when the people that they turn to for anything else regarding their babies tell me it is not only acceptable, but beneficial.
3. I'm lazy.
Ok, maybe lazy isn't the right word, but I am really not looking forward to weening two kiddos. If its not a problem, why should I put myself through the ringer to stop? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Well, that's my rant. Sorry it wasn't quite the update I had planned for, but these fingers have a mind of their own. I promise after these monsters turn 1, I will probably let my breastfeeding habits disappear into that dark secret room, at least until they decide to stop :)
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Christmas time
So we took some Christmas pictures this week. Does anyone have any tips for getting twins to both look at you and smile as well as a 6 year old? It took some serious effort, and the final choice for our Christmas cards did not contain 3 smiling children. No one was crying so I say close enough. We took pictures until we ended up with one of these
I really think it is my favorite out of the bunch, though. I was the mother that took pictures when my first son cried, and shared them with the world. I love them just as much as the happy ones. Speaking of which, my little momma's boy who rarely gives anyone a glimpse of his infectious smile gave me one of these.
I want to blow them both up and put them in gigantic frames on the wall. Too bad they are in Christmas outfits.
So we are working on the sleeping through the night thing, and I was fooled by my little twinsters. They did so awesome at the beginning, but the past couple nights (while I am battling a sinus infection, too) I have had to go in and give pacifiers at least 5 times or more. Good thing I am sleeping on the couch and not upstairs. I hate going up and down stairs in the middle of the night. I must share, though, we have a good soundtrack to sleep to. These awesome cds called Rockabye Baby! that turn popular rock music into lullabyes for babies, so mom and dad can enjoy them. Search Amazon.com for rock a bye baby
I promise if you check these out you will not be disappointed. My favorites are the Beatles and Beach Boys, and Hubby's is the Guns N Roses album. I also bought one as a shower present for my sister in law who loves Greenday, so she was ecstatic.
Hope everyone sleeps well tonight, and I wish my son would. Off to pacify him once again....
So we are working on the sleeping through the night thing, and I was fooled by my little twinsters. They did so awesome at the beginning, but the past couple nights (while I am battling a sinus infection, too) I have had to go in and give pacifiers at least 5 times or more. Good thing I am sleeping on the couch and not upstairs. I hate going up and down stairs in the middle of the night. I must share, though, we have a good soundtrack to sleep to. These awesome cds called Rockabye Baby! that turn popular rock music into lullabyes for babies, so mom and dad can enjoy them. Search Amazon.com for rock a bye baby
I promise if you check these out you will not be disappointed. My favorites are the Beatles and Beach Boys, and Hubby's is the Guns N Roses album. I also bought one as a shower present for my sister in law who loves Greenday, so she was ecstatic.Hope everyone sleeps well tonight, and I wish my son would. Off to pacify him once again....
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Finally sleep!!!
So, I took my little monsters to the doctor last Thursday for their 6 month checkup, and the doc said they should be sleeping through the night. I was a little skeptical at first, as most doctors just say that and don't give any other explanation as to why some children don't (at least in my experience) and just tell you "they should be"
Well, I must say, I am impressed with my doctor. She has boy/girl twin niece and nephew, so she does have an understanding of twins, and she also explains everything she recommends so that its a logical decision. She told us that nighttime feedings are usually empty calories and the babies only are eating because their body gets into a light sleep cycle and they don't know how to get back down into a deep sleep, so they cry. She recommended giving them their pacifier and if they didn't go back to sleep, nursing, but not giving them a full feeding. I liked these options better than the doctors words of advice with my son. "He should be sleeping through the night, you need to get him to sleep."
I started Thursday night with just giving Logan a pacifier at midnight when he started fussing. He went right back to sleep! Its like they heard the doctor say that they didn't need to eat and they listened! (I know that is ridiculous) They did awesome, and slept until 6 am when I fed them, and then they went back to sleep until 10. I didn't get a lot of sleep because I had to give pacifiers a few times, and I was concerned, but I was excited. Last night was night 3, and I got up twice to give a pacifier to Logan (Lily is my champion sleeper, most nights before I would wake her up to eat after feeding Logan to keep them on the same schedule) and they slept from 8:30 last night until 9:30 this morning!! I went to bed at quarter after twelve and got 9 hours of sleep!!
I kind of feel like a dope for getting up every night with Felix for a whole year. However, it seemed right at the time, and with one, it wasn't as exhausting.
My next step will be to let Logan cry for a few minutes before giving him his pacifier to see if he can learn to put himself to sleep. I'm not talking ignoring him for a half hour, but the past few nights, I have gone in immediately just to get them weaned off of the nighttime feeding. So, maybe after a few more days I will work on that.
All in all, I must say, Christmas came early for me!
Well, I must say, I am impressed with my doctor. She has boy/girl twin niece and nephew, so she does have an understanding of twins, and she also explains everything she recommends so that its a logical decision. She told us that nighttime feedings are usually empty calories and the babies only are eating because their body gets into a light sleep cycle and they don't know how to get back down into a deep sleep, so they cry. She recommended giving them their pacifier and if they didn't go back to sleep, nursing, but not giving them a full feeding. I liked these options better than the doctors words of advice with my son. "He should be sleeping through the night, you need to get him to sleep."
I started Thursday night with just giving Logan a pacifier at midnight when he started fussing. He went right back to sleep! Its like they heard the doctor say that they didn't need to eat and they listened! (I know that is ridiculous) They did awesome, and slept until 6 am when I fed them, and then they went back to sleep until 10. I didn't get a lot of sleep because I had to give pacifiers a few times, and I was concerned, but I was excited. Last night was night 3, and I got up twice to give a pacifier to Logan (Lily is my champion sleeper, most nights before I would wake her up to eat after feeding Logan to keep them on the same schedule) and they slept from 8:30 last night until 9:30 this morning!! I went to bed at quarter after twelve and got 9 hours of sleep!!
I kind of feel like a dope for getting up every night with Felix for a whole year. However, it seemed right at the time, and with one, it wasn't as exhausting.
My next step will be to let Logan cry for a few minutes before giving him his pacifier to see if he can learn to put himself to sleep. I'm not talking ignoring him for a half hour, but the past few nights, I have gone in immediately just to get them weaned off of the nighttime feeding. So, maybe after a few more days I will work on that.
All in all, I must say, Christmas came early for me!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Just when you thought...
So, things were starting to calm down a little when I posted my last blog. Well, that ended. We're back near the top on the crazy scale. Countdown to the birthday party is 2 days. My house isn't finished, because I can't clean my bathroom and kitchen yet. My birthday boy is making every disaster he possibly can in the basement, his bedroom, and any other room I let him set foot in. I have to make cupcakes for his class so he can have a birthday treat tomorrow. Speaking of which I found Cupcake tips because I never know how much batter to use and he has 23 kids in his class and one box of cake mix makes 2 dozen. Not much room for error. I think my baby boy needs readjusted because he is spitting up a lot again (we took him to my cousin to have his back adjusted before, and it stopped the spitting up, the fussiness and the gas cramps) AND to add just enough craziness to make me lose my mind, my poor husband is sick.
Every time I go in to check on him he says he is sorry. He keeps telling me how he knows I don't need this right now. I have a great man. I need to remember that more often. Its hard, when your focus is always on the kids to remember what a wonderful spouse you have and all the good reasons why you married them. And, sometimes I feel that with all the man bashing out there and all the rotten guys giving all the good ones a bad rep, me announcing how wonderful my man is is almost like bragging. I think a lot of us women feel that way. But, sometimes, I think its not only good for us to say it, but good for others to see that there are plenty of good men. There are men who won't run off and leave you for another woman just because you gained some weight or got a gray hair. There are men who look at their children and their heart melts. They exist, and I am so glad I have one.
Now, back to my crazy schedule, I have cleaning and cooking to do, but one thing I wanted to share was this awesome recipe for pumpkin dip that I found. I had some at a party a few weeks ago, and it was amazing with cinnamon graham crackers. I am making it for the party on Saturday, and also for my son's kindergarten class for their "Thanksgiving feast" as their substitute for pumpkin pie. Its so easy and so yummy.
Well, off I go to cleaning, laundry, dishes, and crying baby land!
Every time I go in to check on him he says he is sorry. He keeps telling me how he knows I don't need this right now. I have a great man. I need to remember that more often. Its hard, when your focus is always on the kids to remember what a wonderful spouse you have and all the good reasons why you married them. And, sometimes I feel that with all the man bashing out there and all the rotten guys giving all the good ones a bad rep, me announcing how wonderful my man is is almost like bragging. I think a lot of us women feel that way. But, sometimes, I think its not only good for us to say it, but good for others to see that there are plenty of good men. There are men who won't run off and leave you for another woman just because you gained some weight or got a gray hair. There are men who look at their children and their heart melts. They exist, and I am so glad I have one.
Now, back to my crazy schedule, I have cleaning and cooking to do, but one thing I wanted to share was this awesome recipe for pumpkin dip that I found. I had some at a party a few weeks ago, and it was amazing with cinnamon graham crackers. I am making it for the party on Saturday, and also for my son's kindergarten class for their "Thanksgiving feast" as their substitute for pumpkin pie. Its so easy and so yummy.
Well, off I go to cleaning, laundry, dishes, and crying baby land!
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
(don't) Help me!
So I talked about letting go of control? I may be flexible with my children, but honestly, still a control freak.
Let me start by saying that I have a routine With twins, you have to have some sort of routine, or you will get swallowed up. Your kids will eat you. Well, at least every waking (and some not waking) second. That being said, this past 24 plus a few hours has been a whirlwind of insanity and I want my house back! I want control back!
My sister came to "help" me. And, while I got a ton of stuff cleaned, and didn't have a 5 (soon to be 6) year old stopping me every 2 minutes, she completely ruined every routine that I had set in place. I would be more understanding if she was a "live far away" aunt of my children, but she is up here usually around twice a week for at least a few hours.
So the insanity started with an unexpected delivery of my brand new, gorgeous table. It was supposed to be delivered Friday, but its a family owned company, and the owner makes the deliveries. So, since he knew we are getting ready for my son's 6th birthday party on Saturday, he delivered it as soon as possible. So, I got my table Monday night. Now, if things were at that point, going according to plan in my house, I would have been fine. HOWEVER, my husband went to work early. He works midnights, and he left at 5:30 instead of at 9:30 to get some overtime in. Also, said sister was supposed to be leaving my parents house around 4:30 and it takes just over an hour to get to my house. and yet, at 7:30, while I was breastfeeding my Logan, after Lily was already done, I had a knock on my door. Thank god I didn't get up and answer it while nursing since I thought it was my sister. My son answered the door and then runs over to tell me there are 2 guys at the door. I gotta say, I was rather nervous. Its a good thing the owner was one of the guys, or I wouldn't have let them in. So, I unexpectedly got my awesome table.
So, I was ready to get back into my nighttime routine. Put the twins to bed. Check. However, when one of them would start crying (usually Logan) my sister would go in in 10 seconds and give him his pacifier and try to comfort him. This is Logan's favorite game. I kept telling her that with him you have to wait a few minutes first but she wouldn't. Logan took 45 minutes to go to sleep instead of 10. So on to round 2. My big monster. Not always so easy, and with my sister around, he was excited and antsy. So, I tell him to get into bed, and she says she is going to read him a story. OK. She is still in there talking to him AN HOUR later. I had to go in and tell them it was late and time to sleep. Still, I was handling it.
So after getting housework done, (which is why she came to help, I have to get ready for the party) its midnight and time to feed the babies again. So, I do, and then off to bed we go. Next thing I know, its 3am and not time to feed the babies again, and my sister is standing in my room, holding Logan, because he was whining. I didn't even hear him on the moniter. She picked him up. You never pick him up until its time to eat. UGH! So, she tries to put him back. Failure. He cries every 10 minutes and I keep having to run downstairs to give him his pacifier until it is almost 4:30 and I pick him up and bring him to my room to feed him. No sleep. Awesome. Then, after he eats, he still doesn't want to go back to sleep, but I have told my sister to leave everyone be so I can handle things. 5:30 hits, and I am climbing back in bed. At 7 I hear her and my son talking in his room, back to sleep. 8:30 and I hear a baby whining. Here I come, Logan. I am exhausted.
So, part of yesterdays morning is a blur. I was exhausted. However, I do recall, when I would tell Felix to sit on the couch or stand in the corner, my sister would talk to him and we have a standing rule about no talking during punishments. So, it really wasn't a punishment. His attitude just got worse and worse. By the time he went to school, I was so ready to have my house back. She left before he came home from school and I am still recovering this morning. My husband went to work early last night (maybe to get away from a moody wife) and I could have asked my neighbor to come over and help me, but I just wanted to do it myself. Sometimes, help is great, and sometimes, its overrated.
Let me start by saying that I have a routine With twins, you have to have some sort of routine, or you will get swallowed up. Your kids will eat you. Well, at least every waking (and some not waking) second. That being said, this past 24 plus a few hours has been a whirlwind of insanity and I want my house back! I want control back!
My sister came to "help" me. And, while I got a ton of stuff cleaned, and didn't have a 5 (soon to be 6) year old stopping me every 2 minutes, she completely ruined every routine that I had set in place. I would be more understanding if she was a "live far away" aunt of my children, but she is up here usually around twice a week for at least a few hours.
So the insanity started with an unexpected delivery of my brand new, gorgeous table. It was supposed to be delivered Friday, but its a family owned company, and the owner makes the deliveries. So, since he knew we are getting ready for my son's 6th birthday party on Saturday, he delivered it as soon as possible. So, I got my table Monday night. Now, if things were at that point, going according to plan in my house, I would have been fine. HOWEVER, my husband went to work early. He works midnights, and he left at 5:30 instead of at 9:30 to get some overtime in. Also, said sister was supposed to be leaving my parents house around 4:30 and it takes just over an hour to get to my house. and yet, at 7:30, while I was breastfeeding my Logan, after Lily was already done, I had a knock on my door. Thank god I didn't get up and answer it while nursing since I thought it was my sister. My son answered the door and then runs over to tell me there are 2 guys at the door. I gotta say, I was rather nervous. Its a good thing the owner was one of the guys, or I wouldn't have let them in. So, I unexpectedly got my awesome table.
So, I was ready to get back into my nighttime routine. Put the twins to bed. Check. However, when one of them would start crying (usually Logan) my sister would go in in 10 seconds and give him his pacifier and try to comfort him. This is Logan's favorite game. I kept telling her that with him you have to wait a few minutes first but she wouldn't. Logan took 45 minutes to go to sleep instead of 10. So on to round 2. My big monster. Not always so easy, and with my sister around, he was excited and antsy. So, I tell him to get into bed, and she says she is going to read him a story. OK. She is still in there talking to him AN HOUR later. I had to go in and tell them it was late and time to sleep. Still, I was handling it.
So after getting housework done, (which is why she came to help, I have to get ready for the party) its midnight and time to feed the babies again. So, I do, and then off to bed we go. Next thing I know, its 3am and not time to feed the babies again, and my sister is standing in my room, holding Logan, because he was whining. I didn't even hear him on the moniter. She picked him up. You never pick him up until its time to eat. UGH! So, she tries to put him back. Failure. He cries every 10 minutes and I keep having to run downstairs to give him his pacifier until it is almost 4:30 and I pick him up and bring him to my room to feed him. No sleep. Awesome. Then, after he eats, he still doesn't want to go back to sleep, but I have told my sister to leave everyone be so I can handle things. 5:30 hits, and I am climbing back in bed. At 7 I hear her and my son talking in his room, back to sleep. 8:30 and I hear a baby whining. Here I come, Logan. I am exhausted.
So, part of yesterdays morning is a blur. I was exhausted. However, I do recall, when I would tell Felix to sit on the couch or stand in the corner, my sister would talk to him and we have a standing rule about no talking during punishments. So, it really wasn't a punishment. His attitude just got worse and worse. By the time he went to school, I was so ready to have my house back. She left before he came home from school and I am still recovering this morning. My husband went to work early last night (maybe to get away from a moody wife) and I could have asked my neighbor to come over and help me, but I just wanted to do it myself. Sometimes, help is great, and sometimes, its overrated.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Shopping
So, we went grocery shopping yesterday. Its quite an adventure with 3 children, so we usually go while my son is at school. I have decided that I don't like shopping with double strollers unless we are at a mall or shopping center.
My reasoning for this:
I must say, hats off to all of you twin mammas out there who take your little monsters out alone and brave the stupidity of the twin questions and maneuver your double strollers through the subways, grocery stores, and everywhere else. I am so glad I have my hubster to roll around with me and the babes every day. I would lose my mind.
My reasoning for this:
- Double strollers are a pain in the butt in department stores, maneuvering is a little bit of a challenge.
- They are a giant "LOOK AT ME" sign. If you don't have twins, trust me. This happens enough without drawing extra attention to yourself.
- My twins are still infants, so they don't benefit from being in the stroller yet, because they are just in their carseats, and they can't see anything.
- The hubs works midnights, so I wait until he gets up and we go together. I see no point in using a double stroller when both of us can push/carry something.
I must say, hats off to all of you twin mammas out there who take your little monsters out alone and brave the stupidity of the twin questions and maneuver your double strollers through the subways, grocery stores, and everywhere else. I am so glad I have my hubster to roll around with me and the babes every day. I would lose my mind.
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