It Won't Be Like This For Long

Last night we read our bedtime book, sang our bedtime song and tucked the girls in for the evening.

We walked out, braced ourselves for the almost certain wails and waited. And waited. And waited.

No wails. WHAT?! No wails!?!

I waited a few more minutes and poked my head in. Sure enough, they were already asleep.

I looked at Scott. He looked at me. And we just smiled.

Fast forward about an hour, and they woke up simultaneously wailing.

And that's when I started to melt down. I was tired. I knew I had a long night ahead of me if they were waking up just an hour into bedtime.

The frustration was building after each time we thought Claire was back to sleep, she'd wail again.

But then I sat down at the computer and started reading a blog of a friend who posted this video.



Then I remembered what I had forgotten.

And I smiled thinking about how wonderful my sleepless life is.

So Fresh and So Clean

It's bath time, and I'm ready.

I've been mentally preparing for it all day. Scott had to work late tonight, so I knew I was on my own.

Giving baths is a workout these days. We bathe them at the same time. Yes, it's a bit of a logistical nightmare, but it cuts down on time and screaming. Mostly on screaming.

Undress one. Put her in the bath. Undress the other. Put her in the bath. Scrub one down. Scrub the other down. Stop one from bulldozing the other. Stop the other from tipping over. Stop one from bulldozing the other AGAIN. Wrap a towel around one and sit her down. Wrap a towel around the other. And then by some unknown strength and agility, pick them both up and carry them into their room to be diapered and dressed.

And that's on a good day.

Today was not a good day.

I managed to get through the bath, through the drying off and had them both sitting on the changing table when I reached into the basket to grab a diaper and I felt it.

Nothing. No diapers.

The new box was sitting in the kitchen.

So, there I was with two naked, cold, diaperless babies and no diapers.

What did I do? I stuck both of those naked babies into Grace's crib and hurried to the kitchen the whole time chanting, "Please don't pee, please don't pee!"

Worth Every Penny

Babies are expensive.

Who knew?

But we try to be frugal when we can, and this weekend Scott and I loaded up the babies and headed to our favorite consignment sale.

It's a sale that I have gone to many times now and one that has never failed me.

This time was no different.

We bought clothes. Toys. Books. What would have surely cost us hundreds of dollars brand new, we got for $100.

But even better than stocking up on necessary baby stuff was what happened when we got it home.

Nine Months

Yesterday, the girls turned nine months old.

Nine months. Like in 3/4 of a year. It's hard to believe. You hear parents say it all the time. They can't believe their kids are growing so fast. But it's so completely true.

One day, the fit in the palm of your hand, the next they are making a beeline for your cell phone.

And then you wonder how it went by so fast. And if you have insurance on your phone.

Happy Birthday, baby girls!

Picture of the week: Sept. 24

Monkey see, monkey do.

For You

Here's a video to brighten your Thursday because ...

1. It's my little sister's birthday ... Happy Birthday, Cassie!!
2. I was too busy to post yesterday ... sorry, Carrie!
3. My brother and my sister-in-law just announced they are having a baby in April ... congrats, Johnny and Heather!
4. It's just too darn cute not to share.

Dear Grace

Hi, sweetie. How are you?

Me? I'm good. Thanks for asking.

There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about.

Remember when you used to do this?



Remember how easy you would fall asleep?

Remember how I didn't sell you at auction because you were a good sleeper?

I know I said I wanted you to stop sucking your thumb.

I've changed my mind.

I don't.

Not yet.

Love,
Mom