My Mom cut a comic strip out of the paper for me. Picture two young females having a coffee, nicley dressed, a couple of hipsters. One saying to the other, “Norris and I have discussed having kids. We figure when we get sick and tired of proper rest, the theater, travel and having sufficient funds in our bank accounts would be a logical time.”
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And then we rest
And then finally, we fall asleep for a few minutes. Ahh…the quiet is beautiful.
The word of the day today is “unrelenting”. That is what it is like being the Papa of twins today. Walking with them to the Starbucks, Story cried the entire time. Annalie slept. Now we are home, Annalie is wailing away. Hold her in my arms and she cries. Lay her in her crib, she cries, feed her, for three minutes she is quiet. Stop, she cries. She is rubbing her eyes so I know she is tired. Put her in bed for a nap, she kicks it up a notch to a full on wail. Unrelenting. Tortuously unrelenting. Just go to sleep already!
Slipped the girls into their piglet outfits and toques and then loaded them into the Mtn Buggy to go for a walk. I figured, they sleep once they are rolling, they need a nap, I need a Starbucks, so let’s roll.
Almost as soon as Annalie is buckled in place she goes to sleep. Blissed right out. Story? Cries the entire way to Starbucks, the entire time we were in the store, and then for about half the walk home.
So we get home, Annalie is awake now and Story is ready for a nap.
As an aside, I see that the Maclaren stroller recall has been expanded from the USA to include Canada. The importer of the Maclaren strollers made an interesting point, he asked why only Maclaren strollers are being recalled. All umbrella strollers have the same or a similar folding mechanism that can potentially cut a kid’s finger. Bed aware folks.
Here is a link to the CBC story on the recall: http://www.cbc.ca/consumer/story/2009/11/13/consumer-maclaren-strollers-recall.html?ref=rss
Not only do I get the pleasure of changing the pissy diapers off the twins, this morning I had the extra pleasure of scraping the dirty diapers off our driveway. For some reason the crows decided our garbage cans must contain food. So they took advantage of the fact that our garbage cans were lying on their sides after last night’s wind storm, somehow pried the lid off one and pulled the dirty, piss-filled diapers out. You think a diaper can hold a lot of urine? Holy cramolly, you should see what they hold after lying in your driveway all night in a rain storm. I’m thinking these would be good in case of another Exxon Valdez oil spill.
A word to the wise…if you perchance run out of milk in your house and you need some kind of “coffee whitener” do not try to use baby formula. Now maybe the babies do not understand what weird tasting shit that they are drinking but…my goodness.
No milk in the fridge and no coffee whitener so I thought, what the hell, why not just use some baby formula? It is a milk like thing, it even has omega 3&6 added. I take them as supplements anyway, so why not?
Just don’t do it. And don’t tell your babies that the stuff they are drinking tastes weird and makes your coffee taste shitty because then what would you feed your munchkins if they find out? Just keep them in the dark about the taste.
But breast milk now, an entirely new dimension in coffee flavouring! But I cannot say anything more about this because if I get caught, there will be no more snow days for me…ever.
The hardest part of being the Papa of twins is the balancing of other priorities that one is forced to make. For example, my father is still being held in the hospital as he awaits a transfer to a long-term care facility. This has been going on since May of this year. Of course there have been numerous medical procedures he has had to undergo in the meanwhile but now that he is medically-stable (as the hospital people say) he just waits until a bed comes available, there is a community transition worker on shift that day and the stars align in his favour.
Part of the problem is that I will not take the twins into this particular hospital because it is so disgustingly dirty that I would not want to put my children at risk to illness by taking them there. The smell of feces and urine is so overwhelming on the ward my father is being held on that it makes me gag when I walk up to see him. How could I take my little ones to such a disgusting place?
Remember the scene in the Tom Cruise movie, Born on the Fourth of July where he is in the veteran’s hospital? It was not pleasant, in fact you might say it was disgusting and horrible. That is the feeling that I get when I go up to the ward that my father is being held on.
So I am forced to balance my few hours after work between coming home and seeing my babies while they are awake and trying to get over to see my father and also see my mother who has also had her lifetime partner stolen away. It is not a balance I am happy making. There are too many losers in the balancing act I am trying to accomplish.
I try to reassure myself that my father would understand. I know he would have when he was well and at home. I’m not so sure he understands the balancing act I am forced to live with now that he is in the hospital, and so alone. My heart aches in this situation. It aches because I do miss seeing my father.
I talked to my doctor today about the pros and cons of getting the H1N1 vaccine for the twins. He was very understanding of my concern that the twins are still borderline too young, too small and too vulnerable to get the shots. He advised that if we do decide to get them the shots that we should try to get the adjuvant-free shot. However, he added that that shot is being reserved for pregnant woman. He also said that if Caragh and I have had the shot and the girls are not entertaining a significant number of visitors that we can feel somewhat safe in not getting them the H1N1 shots. It was cool to hear him respect my personal feelings about the shots.
I see my future, “Where is my hat!!”
Blonde Bear, “I saw Brown Bear go out wearing it…”
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Two things this evening, our man, the fabulous Fin Donnelly has won the New West-Coquitlam-Port Moody by-election for the New Democrat’s AND my baby girl Story has a tooth coming in the front row, bottom jaw!