What Happens When You’re Locked in the Same Room…All Day
Gratuitous video, in case you wondered what playtime looks like. It also shows you the poofy hair stage. Both of them had this totally poofy spot on the top of their heads for about 3 days. I found the shot of Andy at the end particularly endearing. Melts your heart.
As an aside, we actually escaped from the playroom yesterday and made it out to open gym at Gymboree with a number of other twins and their moms. It was quite a rockin’ good time. Will nearly got stuck in a bucket. The boys were AMAZED by the bubbles and the multidues of 2 year olds that could actually walk…and climb….and not drool gallons upon themselves.
Also, I feel like crawling could be just around the corner. Of course, neither child has any desire to sit up for any length of time, and instead chooses to fling themsleves upon the floor in order to beat their brother to the nearest toy. Because why would they choose to do something useful (like sitting calmly and peacefully for long periods of time) when they have the option to carouse around the playroom. Not these two.
Scrapbooking Is Really Not My Thing
I have never been a particularly crafty person. Adam recounts with great glee about my foray with knitting. All I can say is that the kit was $13 and it came with a DVD. How hard could it be? Not one stitch. I watched that stupid DVD 15 times, and I couldn’t even manage the first stitch. And I have a very bad habit of starting things and not finishing them. My one attempt at a scrapbook made it all of 2 pages in before I lost interest. Right now, as we speak, I have all of the parts for a glorious box frame celebrating my 1/2 marathon completion. Well, it’s glorious in my head, as I haven’t quite gotten around to actually assembling the thing just yet.
This long intro is simply to justify using this blog thing as a baby book, because Lord knows, I probably would have made it about 1 page in (DOB, weights etc) before giving up. So here I get to commemorate at lease some of the baby book worthy notes without a giant scrapbook staring me down.
What does a day in the life of 8 month old twins look like, you might wonder. And if you don’t wonder, I’m not sure you’re in the right place. oBviously, this would be a good day. A day where kids sleep as long as they should. A day where there isn’t teething or itching or general fussiness. In other words, an imaginary day.*
6:15am Wake up, usually in a good mood. Grab feet, scootch around, chew on blankets
6:30am Breakfast bottle. Goes a bit slower now that we can hold our own bottles.
6:45am Play time!! Usually start in one of the containment vessels (Exersaucer or Jumparoo) to try and prevent any post-bottle eruptions. Then we move to the floor to get our groove on with in the toy explosion called our play room.
7:30am Finally, a proper breakfast. For now it’s a choice between squash and sweet potatoes, along with some sort of fruity oatmeal. Banana is a favorite, but also pear, peach, apple, mango, blueberry or apricot are options (or some mix). We also just started yogurt, and that’s going well too.
7:50am Relax with a nice cup of water while we read a story. Dr. Seuss is on current rotation.
8:15am Down for nappies
—–mom crosses fingers that they stay asleep past the 45 minute mark, because if they do, they sleep for an hour 45 or 2 hours—-
10:15am Up again to repeat the morning
10:30am Bottles again
10:45am Play time part 2
11:45am Lunch is some sort of veggie, plus fruity oatmeal again. Maybe a hard-boiled egg yolk too.
12:30pm Naptime again
—–mom does the tribal chants to ensure they make it past 45 minutes again—–
2:15pm A little play time in the cribs
2:30pm What, another bottle!?!? This is our third one already!
2:45pm Short play time or maybe a story
3:00pm We get the heck out of Dodge and run errands or go for a walk.
5:00pm Dinner time. A little pureed (*barf*) chicken, some Baby MumMums, a few pieces of mango and we’re good to go
5:45pm A visit to the spa, complete with a facial, lotion massage and new PJs.
6:05pm Last bottle of the day
6:20pm In cribs, on our way to dream land
—-mom and dad pray to avoid the dreaded 2:00-3:30 am wake up call. It’s not every night, but it’s a real bummer when it shows up—-
Pretty repetitive and boring. But I suppose that 8 month olds aren’t super picky. When scrunching the empty baby wipe container is the highlight of your day, I don’t think they could handle too much more stimulation!
*To be fair, they are actually pretty good about staying on schedule, and being happy lovable kids.
New Batch of Photos
Freshly uploaded for your viewing pleasure, 22 new photos of the boys. Included are the first posted shots from the new 5D Mark II.
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Lazy Roundup
I haven’t posted in a while, so here’s one of my famous lists of current events:
- I bought a Canon 5D Mark II, which rules. No photos posted yet, but some will be up soon.
- Desktop computer upgrade is imminent, I can’t watch the full HD video from the new camera without it being extremely choppy, not to mention that none of my 3 screens are running a resolution of 1920×1080 or larger.
- We’re having visitors three weeks in a row, culminating in a trip down to the Bay Area for work (and play).
- Played through Diablo twice, now on Diablo 2. Good stuff.
- The Flip video camera is quite convenient, as you’ve seen in Bekki’s recent posts. Expect a fairly constant stream of videos.
- The boys are scooting all over the place, but no official hands and knees crawling yet. They’re fully mobile, moving around with determination.
- If you haven’t noticed the Twitter feed in the upper right of the site, I’ve been Tweeting a bit more. Whee for microblogging.
And on that note, Happy Father’s Day!
Ha Ha, More Videos
See I promised. All video, all the time. We have two for your viewing pleasure.
1) Andy yells. He yells a lot. This is a minute and a half of yelling. Now multiply that by about 400 to estimate about how much yelling I’m blessed to hear in a day.
2) We have cleaned out the new playroom (aka the downstaris living room) and let the boys loose. The music covers up my incessant ramblings of “Oh, do you want the ball? Look at you go! You are such cute babies!” and an incredibly loud crinkly sound from the empty baby wipe package (their most favorite toy). (It’s the Snoopy version of the song, in case you were wondering. I know, travesty.) (Can I use any more parentheses?) (Maybe)
Rock Band Star Already?
Ah, self-indulgent video of my children. That’s what this blog will soon become.
Presenting Will demonstrating his AWESOME drum and singing skills. All while covered in crackers. That takes talent.
In food related news, recent favorites include zucchini, mango, blueberries and Baby Mum Mums (rice crackers that star in the above video). In semi-food related news, the boys are now able to sit in the grocery cart sans infant car seats. Which is a great thing considering we had to retire the infant car seats, due to the aforementioned food consumption. The babies are approaching giant status.
I Think This May Not Be A Good Thing
Mobile boys. I think that’s all I have to say to elicit fear in most parent’s minds. I offer video proof of their impending world domination:
Terrifying.
And no, I have no idea what prompted Andy to mimic a cow chewing cud. But it’s pretty funny.
I forsee much video in the near future, as my super spiffy Flip video camera came today, and it’s great fun. The video editing software it comes with is so unbelievably easy to use. Lots and lots of video montages await.
Things I Saw Tonight
Here is a quick list of things I saw at and after the Prodigy/Crystal Method show tonight:
- A guy wearing nothing but a speedo and suspenders.
- A guy in a gorilla suit.
- Many gorillas in man suits.
- Waldo.
- Numerous sweaty, topless males sliding past me… yet not one topless female.
- Fans in lingerie.
- Only one guy (that I saw, at least) wearing those stupid shutter shade sunglasses.
- Checkerboard suspenders. This was not a ska show.
- Me wearing my orange jeans.
- The opening DJs, Hyperfunk and Dig-Dug, tear it up. The following DJ, Kaskade… not so much.
- Some dude constantly playing with his iPhone sitting a few seats away from me between Crystal Method and Prodigy, somehow amazed that I was playing a Nintendo DS.
- The Prodigy not play an encore.
- Small dots of tree sap all over my clean car.
- A traffic control officer smack a car with their orange light wand for not stopping at a stop sign.
Tuesday Twin Photos
It’s been three weeks from the last set of photos, I know you’re all clamouring for more… So here are 26 new photos of the boys, including their great-grandparents, swinging at the park and eating watermelon.
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Luckily They Have A Short Attention Span
So, our big cross-country journey sans small boys went off without a hitch. The boys stayed perfectly on schedule and were spoiled with attention from grandma and great-grandparents. This morning, I left them playing on the floor while I made their breakfast and I got a look like “Where do you think you’re going missy?” Sorry buds, you’re on your own now.
The thing I was most worried about was either them totally being confused why we were suddenly not there anymore or completly forgetting who we were. I know, how can I be worred about both things happening–they’re total opposites, but that’s how I roll. Worrywart central. However, a good friend said “They won’t know how much they missed you until you get back,” and I think those were wise and true words.
A few newsworthy developments:
1) The lower right incisor is both visible and very sharp in both boys.
2) We set a new record in bib usage yesterday–12. That’s pretty darn impressive when their mouths are oh so small.
3) We actually made it into the zoo, instead of just the parking lot. The boys couldn’t give a fig about the animals (although that may have had more to do with the fact they couldn’t see many of them), but we stayed about 2.5 hours with no major meltdowns. Andy demanded a ride in the Ergo carrier, and both fell asleep as we walked out. I bought us a membership, so I guess we’re going back.
4) Adam and I indulged our inner Gil Grissom (from CSI) and did a DNA test on the boys. The number one question that I get is if they’re identical, and it was always weird to say “Well, we don’t know,” which then turns into a long conversation about how twins appear. Well, now I can just say identical and be done with it. Hooray. And this again proves I am consistently a winner in the medical lottery. Nothing is never “normal” for me!