10/31/09
Favorite Thing
The baby's favorite thing right now is to splash in pee. Yup, if there is pee left in a potty for a few moments, he bee lines it over there and splashes with glee. He even squeals. Yuck.
Bad Mood
I once took a seminar from a psychologist who said that we choose our reactions to situations. For example, when we stub a toe and no one is in the room we may curse. However, if a child is in the room, then we may not be so dramatic. You will still feel the pain, but how you react to the pain is your choice.
Today, I choose to be cranky. I have not had enough sleep for several days now. My back is once again very painful - I have a massage scheduled with my mother's miracle worker November 13. Until then, I am relying on stretching, hot baths, and my husband. Along with the bad back, my husband and I had a confrontation last night, mainly to be blamed on a partying baby in the middle of the night, which is still unresolved.
I hate to leave things unresolved with him. For most things, 'out of sight, out of mind' usually applies for me. I don't have time to worry about petty things. Once I turn around, I have forgotten it ever happened. My students used to love this about me. I would tell them to see me after class and I would inevitably forget. This is definitely something I have had to work on as a parent. If I want to teach my kids right from wrong, I can't go along forgetting that they misbehaved. Also, when it comes to my husband, I am not very good at leaving things unresolved.
I believe that the relationship between a husband and wife is very special and delicate. You have to have respect and consideration for each other. As well, there has to be communication. With our busy household, my husband and I often reserve much of our one-on-one conversations for the car. Now that the kids are all heading to bed at a reasonable time, we can now talk in the evenings.
I guess tonight will be one of those evenings, or the bad mood will remain. Perhaps I chose to put myself in a bad mood so that I won't forget to discuss the confrontation with him!!! There is a little psychosis for you. Sorry babe.
Today, I choose to be cranky. I have not had enough sleep for several days now. My back is once again very painful - I have a massage scheduled with my mother's miracle worker November 13. Until then, I am relying on stretching, hot baths, and my husband. Along with the bad back, my husband and I had a confrontation last night, mainly to be blamed on a partying baby in the middle of the night, which is still unresolved.
I hate to leave things unresolved with him. For most things, 'out of sight, out of mind' usually applies for me. I don't have time to worry about petty things. Once I turn around, I have forgotten it ever happened. My students used to love this about me. I would tell them to see me after class and I would inevitably forget. This is definitely something I have had to work on as a parent. If I want to teach my kids right from wrong, I can't go along forgetting that they misbehaved. Also, when it comes to my husband, I am not very good at leaving things unresolved.
I believe that the relationship between a husband and wife is very special and delicate. You have to have respect and consideration for each other. As well, there has to be communication. With our busy household, my husband and I often reserve much of our one-on-one conversations for the car. Now that the kids are all heading to bed at a reasonable time, we can now talk in the evenings.
I guess tonight will be one of those evenings, or the bad mood will remain. Perhaps I chose to put myself in a bad mood so that I won't forget to discuss the confrontation with him!!! There is a little psychosis for you. Sorry babe.
10/30/09
Exhaustion - Part 3
The baby
In the beginning, the baby was a baby. He ate often, but usually gave me a 3-4 hour stretch at night. With 2 other children to care for, naps never happened unless my wonderful mother was watching the twins and then only when the timing was right. He did the usual late evenings and a little party session somewhere in the middle of the night, but this was to be expected.
When the baby was 4 months old, he slept through the night 3 times, not consecutively. I thought I had the best baby ever. He even slept in his own crib. I had not introduced co-sleeping for fear of loosing more sleep. Then teething began.
At 6 months old, the baby started teething. He got 7 teeth in 3 weeks. He was in pain and wanted to suck all the time. The good little sleeper ended. He started getting about between 3 - 6 times a night to eat. Nothing put him back to sleep except eating. So, the co-sleeping began. I was not going to get up out of bed 6 times a night. At least I could doze while co-sleeping and nursing.
The baby is now 10 months old. He gets up 4-6 times a night to eat. And, yes, he is still co-sleeping. We are in the midst of finishing the nursery. I think he will get to sleep in there when he is no longer a baby, but at least he will have his own room. Lets see if it gets used or not!
In the beginning, the baby was a baby. He ate often, but usually gave me a 3-4 hour stretch at night. With 2 other children to care for, naps never happened unless my wonderful mother was watching the twins and then only when the timing was right. He did the usual late evenings and a little party session somewhere in the middle of the night, but this was to be expected.
When the baby was 4 months old, he slept through the night 3 times, not consecutively. I thought I had the best baby ever. He even slept in his own crib. I had not introduced co-sleeping for fear of loosing more sleep. Then teething began.
At 6 months old, the baby started teething. He got 7 teeth in 3 weeks. He was in pain and wanted to suck all the time. The good little sleeper ended. He started getting about between 3 - 6 times a night to eat. Nothing put him back to sleep except eating. So, the co-sleeping began. I was not going to get up out of bed 6 times a night. At least I could doze while co-sleeping and nursing.
The baby is now 10 months old. He gets up 4-6 times a night to eat. And, yes, he is still co-sleeping. We are in the midst of finishing the nursery. I think he will get to sleep in there when he is no longer a baby, but at least he will have his own room. Lets see if it gets used or not!
10/28/09
Library
I decided it was time to get the twins library cards. Yesterday afternoon, once the baby awoke from his nap, ate, and the twins had peed, we headed off to the library. The twins were quite excited. They like books. We had the talk about how we share books at the library with lots of people, so we have to keep them nice looking and be gentle with them. We were prepared and eager.
The librarian processed all our information as quickly as she could while the twins played with the handicap button on the door and the baby squirmed and squealed (not happily) in the sling. I chose the sling because I new I would need my hands free at some point. The twins were busy and I was trying to keep the baby happy when I heard a little squeak, "Mom?" Twin1 had peed all over the library floor! I apologetically told the librarian that my son had peed on the floor. I mean, really, what could I do? It's not like I was going to run to the bathroom with three kids, get paper towel and start cleaning it up. The librarian was nice about it. Once she was finished processing the info, I packed all of the kids back into the car to head home for new clothes and another pee break. I hadn't thought to bring a change of clothes because they had only just visited the potty. Finally, we were clothed and back in the car. I was determined to check out the library with the kids.
At the library, I showed the twins the kids section. They ran around liked crazed animals looking at the different books and stuffed animals yelling at the top of their lungs, "Horsey - Neeeee; Dog - woof, woof; Birdy - quack, quack; Sharp-tooth (shark) - Grrr...." Yes, I am not kidding. I forgot to have the discussion with the twins about how the library is a quiet place. I finally corralled them into a spot, picked out a book and sat and read it together while the baby checked out the place. The twins each picked out a book, I gave them their library cards, and we checked out our books. No more pee incidents.
Twin1 picked out the 'horsey' book and twin2 picked a 'wolf' book. It was neat to see what they chose for their first books. They nicely looked over their books on the car ride home. Until, of course, they were finished looking at them and the books immediately turned into weapons with which to beat each other. So much for the discussion about being gentle with the books!
The librarian processed all our information as quickly as she could while the twins played with the handicap button on the door and the baby squirmed and squealed (not happily) in the sling. I chose the sling because I new I would need my hands free at some point. The twins were busy and I was trying to keep the baby happy when I heard a little squeak, "Mom?" Twin1 had peed all over the library floor! I apologetically told the librarian that my son had peed on the floor. I mean, really, what could I do? It's not like I was going to run to the bathroom with three kids, get paper towel and start cleaning it up. The librarian was nice about it. Once she was finished processing the info, I packed all of the kids back into the car to head home for new clothes and another pee break. I hadn't thought to bring a change of clothes because they had only just visited the potty. Finally, we were clothed and back in the car. I was determined to check out the library with the kids.
At the library, I showed the twins the kids section. They ran around liked crazed animals looking at the different books and stuffed animals yelling at the top of their lungs, "Horsey - Neeeee; Dog - woof, woof; Birdy - quack, quack; Sharp-tooth (shark) - Grrr...." Yes, I am not kidding. I forgot to have the discussion with the twins about how the library is a quiet place. I finally corralled them into a spot, picked out a book and sat and read it together while the baby checked out the place. The twins each picked out a book, I gave them their library cards, and we checked out our books. No more pee incidents.
Twin1 picked out the 'horsey' book and twin2 picked a 'wolf' book. It was neat to see what they chose for their first books. They nicely looked over their books on the car ride home. Until, of course, they were finished looking at them and the books immediately turned into weapons with which to beat each other. So much for the discussion about being gentle with the books!
10/27/09
Daycare
Urg. Daycare. So, my maternity leave is over and I now have to think about how I am going to supplement that income. If I substitute teach, I only need to work 3 days a month. Big deal, right? Well not right. I told myself it would be no big deal. I talked to a lady that has an in-home daycare. She is great with the other kids and she has experience with twins. We went to her place for a look-see and things are great. They know most of the kids and the daycare provider from 'Strong Start'. Familiarity is not an issue. I don't even think the twins would have an issue with anything. It is all me. I am not ready. I have no idea how other moms do it, the thought of actually having my kids cared for by someone other than family makes me want to cry.
Now, I never even contemplated the baby. I always assumed that the baby would go to my mother's for the day and the twins would go to daycare in order to relieve some of the burden on my mother. I had everything worked out, until the evening after the look-see. Then, I melted. These are my children, mine. I want to keep them in a nice, safe bubble that revolves around the love of their family.
Lets face it though. I have had it great. If I have ever needed to do something like an appointment, or when I went back to work after the twins, my mother was always there for me. I saw what this did to her, though. She was exhausted and deprived of her own freedom. She has already raised her kids and shouldn't be doing it again. Besides, the twins were 14 months old when I went back to work, not 10 months old. Yes, 4 months makes a huge difference at this age. 4 months makes a huge difference at pretty much every stage of development.
So, I bawled all my fears to my ever understanding and compassionate husband and he told me not to worry, he would figure it out. I could head back to work when I was ready. I have now begun the process of weaning the baby. I guess, I will have to wait and see when I am ready. I am going to go through with the daycare. I do need a place where the twins can go for a morning or afternoon if I need to do something. But, the baby is coming with me!
Now, I never even contemplated the baby. I always assumed that the baby would go to my mother's for the day and the twins would go to daycare in order to relieve some of the burden on my mother. I had everything worked out, until the evening after the look-see. Then, I melted. These are my children, mine. I want to keep them in a nice, safe bubble that revolves around the love of their family.
Lets face it though. I have had it great. If I have ever needed to do something like an appointment, or when I went back to work after the twins, my mother was always there for me. I saw what this did to her, though. She was exhausted and deprived of her own freedom. She has already raised her kids and shouldn't be doing it again. Besides, the twins were 14 months old when I went back to work, not 10 months old. Yes, 4 months makes a huge difference at this age. 4 months makes a huge difference at pretty much every stage of development.
So, I bawled all my fears to my ever understanding and compassionate husband and he told me not to worry, he would figure it out. I could head back to work when I was ready. I have now begun the process of weaning the baby. I guess, I will have to wait and see when I am ready. I am going to go through with the daycare. I do need a place where the twins can go for a morning or afternoon if I need to do something. But, the baby is coming with me!
10/26/09
Just Another Day
Ah, fall weekend mornings: a cup of tea, couple sippy's of milk, and cartoons. I love weekend mornings. Especially when they are lazy ones in the fall - it is still dark outside and you can hear the rain dancing (he, he...not on my tongue) on the skylight. No phones ringing, no children screeching...just peace and quiet and the rain.
Moments ago, the twins took it upon themselves to help feed the baby cheerios. A snapped a photo while the baby giggled with glee.
I am off for a little 'me' time today. I am taking a cooking class down the valley with my sister and then I get to do some child free shopping at the fabric store and Costco. I am a little nervous about leaving all three kids with my husband for so long. This will be his first time. I am sure that he will do great, but I am nervous nonetheless.
It's time to refill the freezer with meat once again. This seems to need doing about every 3 months. Costco is the best deal around here. I take a cooler, buy in bulk, then get it home and repackage it in dinner sized portions. The portions seem to be getting bigger and bigger with the growing twins. Twin2 is in feeding frenzy stage at the moment. Another growth spurt is on the way.
At the fabric store, I am picking up some essentials for making curtains in the kitchen. I am finally going to use the fabric that I purchased 3 years ago to recover the $20 sofa we had purchased at a garage sale. My cousin is giving us their couch because they have purchased new ones, so the musty garage sale find is outta here. Ya. Now I have a tonne of fabric and nothing to do with it, so drapes it will become. Finally, I can enter the kitchen and not have to look right at the lady who lives behind us standing in her kitchen window with a cigarette in one hand, beer in the other and the telephone in the crook of her neck. Some days she is on the phone at 7am **** Funny story. My husband was replacing the back fence this summer and this same neighbor called him over to look at it from her deck view. She thought she was helping by telling my husband the fence was really crooked. The fence was not crooked, she was very drunk.... Hence the tall fence being built.****
Well, duty calls.
Moments ago, the twins took it upon themselves to help feed the baby cheerios. A snapped a photo while the baby giggled with glee.
I am off for a little 'me' time today. I am taking a cooking class down the valley with my sister and then I get to do some child free shopping at the fabric store and Costco. I am a little nervous about leaving all three kids with my husband for so long. This will be his first time. I am sure that he will do great, but I am nervous nonetheless.
It's time to refill the freezer with meat once again. This seems to need doing about every 3 months. Costco is the best deal around here. I take a cooler, buy in bulk, then get it home and repackage it in dinner sized portions. The portions seem to be getting bigger and bigger with the growing twins. Twin2 is in feeding frenzy stage at the moment. Another growth spurt is on the way.
At the fabric store, I am picking up some essentials for making curtains in the kitchen. I am finally going to use the fabric that I purchased 3 years ago to recover the $20 sofa we had purchased at a garage sale. My cousin is giving us their couch because they have purchased new ones, so the musty garage sale find is outta here. Ya. Now I have a tonne of fabric and nothing to do with it, so drapes it will become. Finally, I can enter the kitchen and not have to look right at the lady who lives behind us standing in her kitchen window with a cigarette in one hand, beer in the other and the telephone in the crook of her neck. Some days she is on the phone at 7am **** Funny story. My husband was replacing the back fence this summer and this same neighbor called him over to look at it from her deck view. She thought she was helping by telling my husband the fence was really crooked. The fence was not crooked, she was very drunk.... Hence the tall fence being built.****
Well, duty calls.
10/25/09
"Mane Event"
We went to an equestrian show this morning at a near by town. My mom requested that we go in order to get the twins some cowboy outfits. We arrived early because we were up early this morning and we wanted the baby to sleep on the drive. Thank goodness farm people are also early risers. The twins were enthralled the moment we entered the exhibition park. "Horsey! Horsey!," could be heard for miles. We quickly scouted out the best deals and very quickly spent all my mother's money. We walked away with 2 cowboy hats, two horse decalled rain jackets, and three pairs of cowboy boots (Yes, a very cute pair for the baby once he starts walking). Twin1 wore his hat all the way home. We went straight to my mother's house to show off our wares. I think she was pretty pleased with our purchases. She said, "Every kid needs cowboy boots." After putting his cowboy boots on, twin1 has not taken them off. I am afraid he may sleep in them tonight!
After sitting on the potty, he immediately put his boots back on and nothing else!
My tape measure is his lasso.
10/23/09
Grocery Store
A trip to the grocery store is a very well planned and organized event. Yes, event. It takes me the entire day to: 1)build up the energy; 2)organize the kids; 3)decide the best time (between meals, naps, and potty breaks); 4)which transportation device to use when in the store (sling, carrier, stroller, shopping cart).
For the past 4 years, I have delegated most of the shopping duties to my ever helpful husband. He has done a great job. Although he doesn't always look at the prices or the quality, he always comes home with a treat for me.
Now that my husband is working such long days and the twins are heading to bed a mere hour after he arrives home from work, I feel that I can no longer ask him to take time out of that precious hour to pick up groceries. I have started doing a lot of the grocery shopping after bedtime, but sometimes I need to pick up a few items to make dinner extra special. I still haven't figured out how to plan meals for an entire week. I did try it when I was working, but so often the ingredients would not get used because I was too tired to cook or I felt like eating something different when I did. So, often the 'What to eat for dinner?' decision is made around lunch time the day of.
I have decided to make the tasty roasted vegetable dish that my sister introduced me to for dinner tonight. Alas, the recipe requires some ingredients I don't have in the house. Usually I would just forgo the ingredient, but in this case it is needed. And I need some milk. I always need milk.
I figure the best time to head out is after the baby's nap, when he is fed and rested. Also, I need to make sure the twins have eaten, to prevent any meltdowns in the middle of an isle. Oh, and don't forget the potty. I have to make sure the twins have just gone potty or the entire thing is off and we will have to start again another time.
For the mode of transportation, this all depends on how each of them have been acting during the day. I could attempt to put the baby in the carrier on either my back or front, but he doesn't really last all that long in there anymore. If I do that, one of the twins could sit in the chair of the shopping cart, while the other sits in the basket area. Of course, I have to think back to whose turn it is to sit where. I have to enforce sitting in the cart at all times. I have to try to keep them from grabbing everything accessible to them and putting it in the cart. (I have ended up with some fairly unusual items when I unpack everything at home.) Or, I could take the double stroller, strap the baby and one twin into the seats, while the other twin walks or sits on the front. I have not tried this method yet because I am afraid the twin walking will not remain walking and will instead run or that the sitting twin will pitch a huge fit about not being able to get out.
I do try to keep the twins busy while at the store. They pick the vegetables/fruit and put it in the bag. They can pick the cereal/granola bars... There are certain isles that are not quite as entertaining, though.
Once I decide on a mode of transportation, I need to decide whether they will be allowed to pick a treat (ie. candy, ice cream, toy) or not. If I do, I have something to hold over them to make them behave.
Once all the items are picked and we head toward the checkout, I pray that there is no line up. I don't want them all to have meltdowns or start fighting. And I really don't want to have to field all the twin/red hair comments.
Once we are in the car, I can take a deep breathe. I made it and we are all still alive. My back is now very sore and I am in need of some serious caffeine, but we/I survived.
As the time to head to the store drew near, I thought I was prepared and had thought everything through - until the fighting began. The twins are at a stage right now, where they attempt to kill each other at least twice a day. As I was trying to get their shoes on, the fighting began. I picked up the phone, called my mother-in-law, and she wonderfully agreed to watch the twins will I went to the grocery store with the baby. I guess the event will have to wait another day.
For the past 4 years, I have delegated most of the shopping duties to my ever helpful husband. He has done a great job. Although he doesn't always look at the prices or the quality, he always comes home with a treat for me.
Now that my husband is working such long days and the twins are heading to bed a mere hour after he arrives home from work, I feel that I can no longer ask him to take time out of that precious hour to pick up groceries. I have started doing a lot of the grocery shopping after bedtime, but sometimes I need to pick up a few items to make dinner extra special. I still haven't figured out how to plan meals for an entire week. I did try it when I was working, but so often the ingredients would not get used because I was too tired to cook or I felt like eating something different when I did. So, often the 'What to eat for dinner?' decision is made around lunch time the day of.
I have decided to make the tasty roasted vegetable dish that my sister introduced me to for dinner tonight. Alas, the recipe requires some ingredients I don't have in the house. Usually I would just forgo the ingredient, but in this case it is needed. And I need some milk. I always need milk.
I figure the best time to head out is after the baby's nap, when he is fed and rested. Also, I need to make sure the twins have eaten, to prevent any meltdowns in the middle of an isle. Oh, and don't forget the potty. I have to make sure the twins have just gone potty or the entire thing is off and we will have to start again another time.
For the mode of transportation, this all depends on how each of them have been acting during the day. I could attempt to put the baby in the carrier on either my back or front, but he doesn't really last all that long in there anymore. If I do that, one of the twins could sit in the chair of the shopping cart, while the other sits in the basket area. Of course, I have to think back to whose turn it is to sit where. I have to enforce sitting in the cart at all times. I have to try to keep them from grabbing everything accessible to them and putting it in the cart. (I have ended up with some fairly unusual items when I unpack everything at home.) Or, I could take the double stroller, strap the baby and one twin into the seats, while the other twin walks or sits on the front. I have not tried this method yet because I am afraid the twin walking will not remain walking and will instead run or that the sitting twin will pitch a huge fit about not being able to get out.
I do try to keep the twins busy while at the store. They pick the vegetables/fruit and put it in the bag. They can pick the cereal/granola bars... There are certain isles that are not quite as entertaining, though.
Once I decide on a mode of transportation, I need to decide whether they will be allowed to pick a treat (ie. candy, ice cream, toy) or not. If I do, I have something to hold over them to make them behave.
Once all the items are picked and we head toward the checkout, I pray that there is no line up. I don't want them all to have meltdowns or start fighting. And I really don't want to have to field all the twin/red hair comments.
Once we are in the car, I can take a deep breathe. I made it and we are all still alive. My back is now very sore and I am in need of some serious caffeine, but we/I survived.
As the time to head to the store drew near, I thought I was prepared and had thought everything through - until the fighting began. The twins are at a stage right now, where they attempt to kill each other at least twice a day. As I was trying to get their shoes on, the fighting began. I picked up the phone, called my mother-in-law, and she wonderfully agreed to watch the twins will I went to the grocery store with the baby. I guess the event will have to wait another day.
10/20/09
A Kitchen Renewed
We had a busy weekend. Finishing the baby's room downstairs has hit a stall while we wait for an electrician to fix some stuff and get a heat source in there. So I took advantage of the repair lull in the house. We painted the kitchen a dark sage green. My husband's aunt, a room designer, came to visit a month ago and made some suggestions for our house: paint colours, furniture placement, finishing touches. As a result, I was inspired and just itching for a chance to get started on her suggestions. My husband hates, despises painting, so he was a bit of a bear to start with. He quickly warmed to the idea once he saw the drastic change between the old dirty ceiling and the new painted one. It was truly disgusting. I have spent the last 2 years in this house trying to get rid of the smoke residue and the only things left are ceilings in various rooms. This winter, I plan to finish the ceilings.
It took five hours and the kitchen was completely painted. It looks great. The twins were wonderful. We let them paint a portion of one of the walls, which they thought was a blast. They are in to painting/drawing circles, so they painted circles around the light switches and plugs. While we finished up, we banished them from the kitchen. I gave them a couple rolls of painters tape and they unravelled them throughout the living room creating a maze of tape. I will have to remember to pick up a few extra rolls the next time I paint.
The baby was not quite so happy with the situation. He has had free rein of the house since he started crawling. Rightly so, he was very put out with not being allowed to play in all the plastic floor cover and green goo. He let us know very loudly that he was unhappy with the situation.
My husband and I made a great team, finishing the kitchen quickly. After, we all headed out for a bike ride/walk, which allows leads to a stop at Grandma and Grandpa Erickson's, and off to Rolly's for dinner.
It took five hours and the kitchen was completely painted. It looks great. The twins were wonderful. We let them paint a portion of one of the walls, which they thought was a blast. They are in to painting/drawing circles, so they painted circles around the light switches and plugs. While we finished up, we banished them from the kitchen. I gave them a couple rolls of painters tape and they unravelled them throughout the living room creating a maze of tape. I will have to remember to pick up a few extra rolls the next time I paint.
The baby was not quite so happy with the situation. He has had free rein of the house since he started crawling. Rightly so, he was very put out with not being allowed to play in all the plastic floor cover and green goo. He let us know very loudly that he was unhappy with the situation.
My husband and I made a great team, finishing the kitchen quickly. After, we all headed out for a bike ride/walk, which allows leads to a stop at Grandma and Grandpa Erickson's, and off to Rolly's for dinner.
10/17/09
My Life in the Toilet
I was changing the baby into day clothes when I caught a whiff of something unpleasant in the diaper. The twins were play skating on the bedroom laminate floor with their slippery socks after their change. Out loud I said, "(The baby) has a big poop." The twins proceeded to give each other a big hug, jump up and down, and exclaim, "Big poop, big poop," while giggling. I couldn't help put start giggling myself.
As for the great day that I started out with, I think it is going down the drain/toilet. Twin1 started wheezing this morning, so I drugged him up with his puffer. He has now started sneezing and his nose is running. His cheeks are flushed and he feels like he has a mild fever. I sent the whole brood to bed at 1pm for a nap. It is now 4pm and they are all still sleeping. (Ooh. Lightening and thunder just struck outside.) I believe I am going to have a very long night. At least they all went to sleep without much coaxing.
I just wanted to report that the baby is practicing to become a gymnist. If there is a chair rung or box to climb over, or narrow opening to squeeze through, he gives it a try or squeels his anger at the object in his way. Strong willed? I think so.
As for the great day that I started out with, I think it is going down the drain/toilet. Twin1 started wheezing this morning, so I drugged him up with his puffer. He has now started sneezing and his nose is running. His cheeks are flushed and he feels like he has a mild fever. I sent the whole brood to bed at 1pm for a nap. It is now 4pm and they are all still sleeping. (Ooh. Lightening and thunder just struck outside.) I believe I am going to have a very long night. At least they all went to sleep without much coaxing.
I just wanted to report that the baby is practicing to become a gymnist. If there is a chair rung or box to climb over, or narrow opening to squeeze through, he gives it a try or squeels his anger at the object in his way. Strong willed? I think so.
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