Monday, April 26, 2010


They ganged up on me this weekend. Bullies.

It was Friday night. We had just finished feeding babies and Scott left to go help his Mom. I was burping Grace when someone flipped the switch from calm and peaceful to SCREAMING CRYING MADHOUSE.

It started with Grace. She was very obviously in pain, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong.

I'm trying all of my soothing tricks: burp her, pat her, hang her by her toes. Nothing's working.

But I got this. I'm a determined woman. I can figure out what's wrong.

Cue Claire crying.

This is where parenting twins really has its disadvantages.

With Grace in tow, I check on Claire. Grace still crying in my arms, Claire crying in the crib. Think, Katie, think. I can do this. I can figure out how to soothe both girls. I got it. MUST. GROW. MORE. ARMS.

I try to put Grace down. BAD idea. I try to put in Claire's binky. WRONG choice.

So, with only two hands and no good ideas left, I do the only thing a good Mom would do. I call mine.

She, being cool, calm and collected, instructs me to put Grace down while I put Claire in the swing. The swing calms Claire. I calm Grace.

Twenty minutes later, the girls are sleeping in their crib. And I'm crashed on the bed. Face down. Exhausted. TGIF.


H.E.A. said...

Oh should save this story for when they are 16 and screaming that NO ONE LOVES THEM in true teenager fashion.

Proof positive you love them. You didn't kill them in moments like the one above AND you managed to live to tell the story :)

Carrie said...

Aww they look too sweet to be bullies:)

the Provident Woman said...

Aren't baby swings the best? I have never had 2 babies at once personally, but I've had one and watched 2 others at the same time. Those swings have saved my sanity more than once.

Sue Ann Seel said...

sorry Katie--oh and I have been there!