Tuesday, March 27, 2012

The mean girls.....

I have to admit I'm a *little* protective of my kids. Just a little. I find it hardest to deal with when other little kids are "picking" on my kids.

A few weeks ago at the children's museum Finley was playing with a large puzzle. It was a puzzle of body parts. She had the brain and was attempting to put it in its right spot when a older girl (probably around 4) came over and told her she was too little to play with it and took it from her.

In comes insane 32 year old mother......ME!

I went over after hearing this conversation and attempted to take the brain back from the 4 year old while telling her as sternly as I can without screaming "she is not too young, give it back to her" and she held on tight.

I'm not sure what any normal parental reaction should be at this point. All I know is I am flat out wrestling with a 4 year old over a brain.

I won. Eventually. And gave it back to Finley so she could put it back in its spot. Finley took it, put it back and looked at me like I was a lunatic. I grabbed Finn and went to go play far far away from mean girl and instead of going away she followed us.

By now, I was annoyed. She came up to me and said "Do you know where my Mudgie is?" I said "What" and she yelled at me "I"M LOST!"

Great, now I have a mean lost girl on my hands! I ended up taking her to someone who worked there and they found her grandparents who apparently lost her? Either way, I am left wondering how I should have handled that situation? I'm pretty sure walking away was the mature thing to do but apparently I'm not mature.

Yesterday we took the girls to story time and there was a cute little girl who was probably 5 or 6 playing kitchen with Gillian. They were playing for a while and Gillian was having a great time with her. I was so happy that Gillian was playing nicely with someone.

Then another girl came over who knew the first girl and suddenly the little girl that was playing with Gillian decided to she was a baby and too young to play.

This time I let Gillian keep on playing hoping that they would all work it out but they didn't. They turned into mean girls. They would go to a table and take all the fake food with them, Gillian would follow and they would move to another table.  I finally decided if I sat there and watched anymore of it I was going to either cry for my poor little girl or punch a 5 year old  so I called her over and we went and played with something else.

I'm just not sure what I am supposed to do in these cases. The motherly part of me wants to go over there and say "HEY YOU LITTLE PUNKS don't be mean to little girls" but the other part of me says ignore them Erin, Ignore them.

Its hard to ignore mean girls though, I'm not the kind of person to keep my mouth shut.......you can thank my mother for that one. She was/is always walked all over by everyone. She raised me to be the opposite. Thanks mom. Thanks!

Now the dilemma is do I teach my girls to stick up for themselves when kids are being mean or ignore them? What do you do? I know my kids are too young to understand what is happening now but by next year they will know......and then the mean kids will annoy me even more!

I sure hope my girls are never the mean girls.

The sick toe

Tonight Gillian woke up crying. I went into her room and this was the conversation we had:

Me: Gillian baby, whats the matter? Why are you crying?

Gillian: I'm sick.

Me: You're sick? Where are you sick? Does something hurt?

Gillian: My toe, my toe is sick.

Me: Your toe is sick? Does it hurt?

Gillian: Yes, its sick, it hurts right here (pointing to the tip of her big toe)

Me: Oh no. Do you want me to rub it?

Gillian: NO! My toe! It wants medicine.

Me: Okay, your toe wants medicine?

Gillian: Yes, medicine.

*So, I got up and got her and M&M and brought it back to her bed.

Gillian: Mommy this is a MMM!

Me: Yep, chocolate medicine.

*Gillian eats it

Gillian: Yum, toe is all better.

I love this age.

No, it doesn't get easier.....

Someone recently said to me she was looking forward to her twins being older and things getting easier and I couldn't help but laugh hysterically.

I remember when the girls were first born and I thought my life was insane. Oh to go back to the days when they laid around like lumps and demanded to be fed and slept all day......those were the freaking days.

When my main worry was whether or not they were going to sleep through the night that particular night or not.

When my biggest complaint was I felt "bored" because all they did was nothing all day!

Now don't get me wrong, the sleepless nights sucked. You can go back and reread my blog from 2010 and 2011 (because yes, my girls didn't start sleeping through the night until they were nearly 2) and see exactly what I was up against at night but compared to today those days were cake walks!

My days are no longer boring. There actually isn't a minute where I actually get to sit or relax until the girls go to bed.

My day today went something like this:

8:30 Every one's up and soaking wet. Changed everyone clothes, got Gillian a new diaper and Finley on the potty.

8:45 Breakfast is started, coffee is made and I attempt to pee and brush my teeth in peace. That is quickly interrupted by Finley screaming she wants to brush her teeth on the other side of the door.

8:50 Finley is brushing her teeth and Gillian decides she needs to next, despite the fact I've told them they need to eat breakfast first.....no reasoning with a 2 year old I guess?

8:55 Breakfast is served and I attempt to sit down and drink some coffee while they eat. This is impossible because Finley is upset she has yogurt on her hands and Gillian wants milk. Try to tell Finley she can wash her hands after she's done and she starts crying, Wash her hands. Gillian still wants milk and I've tried telling her she can have some after her breakfast but she screams. Get her milk.

9:20 Breakfast is over, I unload the dishwasher while they watch cartoons. Can't reload it though because Finley decides she's going to help load it and by "help" I mean put all the dishes in their wrong spots in the dishwasher and then complain that her hands got dirty.Wash Finley's hands.

9:40 Throw a pork shoulder in the crock pot for pulled BBQ pork sandwiches tonight.

9:45 Strip the girls beds. Remake them with the girls help.....which FYI isn't help. You try making 2 beds with 1 kid pulling it down the wrong way over the mattress and the other jumping on the bed! All while the one who is kind of helping is screaming and trying to attack the one who is jumping on the bed.

10:00 What happened to that coffee anyway? Go downstairs to start a load of laundry only to look around and realize you have 20 loads that need to be done, 5 that need to be folded and put away and 2 kids running amuck upstairs unattended. Screw folding the laundry. Don't worry, I can stay up until midnight after they go to bed finishing up.

10:15 Pick up the house.

10:45 Load the dishwasher, turn around and think "didn't I just pick up this house"

11:00 Kids are yelling they are hungry and its "Eat Time" ask them what they want but no one can tell me. Do you want this? No. This? No. This? No. Until I finally give up and feed them turkey, string cheese and green beans. Take it or leave it guys....

11: 10 They decide to leave it and feed most of it to the dog.

11:30 They are complaining they are hungry again. Give them a snack.

11:40 I'm hungry so I make myself a sandwich and pretzels. They decide my food looked better than theirs and proceed to climb into my lap and eat all my pretzels and pick at my sandwich until its demolished and inedible.

11: 50 diaper changing time and Naps.

Only my two rarely take naps so this is where my day goes down hill. I still require "quiet" time so they go in their rooms and fight for a couple of hours where I come in every 15 minutes and tell them to get back in their beds or their movie is going off.....over and over and over again.

Until 2:00......

After they get up its usually insane from here on out. Mostly breaking up fights because both are overtired but won't sleep. Putting the offending child in timeout after timeout.

Playing puzzle after puzzle, house, coloring, and singing songs.

Trying to make dinner with 2 kids fighting under you and tripping over the dog at the same time. More playing and refereeing fights, more timeouts, baths and finally bed!

After bed unfortunately my day doesn't end, it actually starts. I'm left cleaning up the aftermath and catching up on everything I can't do during the day. Which is everything!

Despite the insanity, I love my life. I wouldn't ask for it to be even the slightest bit different. My kids are at an age where they say the funniest things and keep me laughing all day long. Even when they are slapping each other I have to keep a straight face. I love their spunky personalities, I love that I have them both, and I love that they have each other!

And I am grateful to have a husband who makes enough money to support the family so I can stay home with my baby girls!

So let this be a warning of sorts to all the twin moms out there with newborns.......it doesn't get easier. It gets more insane!! But when the day is said and done you will sit back and smile, trust me!

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

70 degree's in March?

I have no idea whats going on with the weather but I'm not going to complain. Being from the North East we are used to the long winters. This year is bizzare though. We had a 13" snow storm that knocked out our power for 9 days in October, a VERY mild winter with very little snow, and now a early spring with summer like weather.

This week its been about 70 degree's out everyday. Next Tuesday and Wednesday they are saying its going to be 80. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining! The girls and I have been out playing in this awesome weather every single day, all day! I've busted out the grill and even made some macaroni salad!

Heck I even had to unpack some of  the girls summer clothes and shoes! I swear if its 80 next week we'll be using those 5 bathing suits I got the girls last month!  You better believe I'll bust out a kiddie pool!

I was telling Gary this crazy weather is making want to move south. Well that and the incredibly low housing prices!

I don't know whats going on but I hope it keeps up. I would love nothing more than to have a nice warm Easter and an awesome day hunting eggs with my baby girls! At this rate it may be 90 before Easter!

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Potty time

A couple months ago I decided I was going to try the "3 Day Potty Training" with the girls. Basically it tells you to put them in big girl undies, and then remind them 1000 times a day not to get their undies wet. You need to stay with them every second of the day and as you see them having an accident run them to the bathroom.

It was a nightmare. I never cleaned up so much pee in my life. And in the process I traumatized Finley. I mean, I almost thought I needed to put her in therapy-TRAUMATIZED.

After a day of me telling her to keep her undies dry she took that to the max and refused to pee.....anywhere. She wouldn't go in her undies and didn't want to go on the potty so she held it. For 10-12 hours. I put her back in a diaper as soon as I realized how she was reacting. She didn't care. She still refused to go.

It was so bad she was refusing to walk if she had to go because she knew it would make her go, she was crawling on the floor like a 8 month old! I had a nervous freaking breakdown in the process and the only way I could get her to go to the bathroom was putting her in the tub. I even called the pediatrician who must have thought I was a real wacko.

Finally after me reassuring her it was okay to pee in her diaper a million times she finally started going in the diaper again.

Now through this I have to mention Gillian was doing great going on the potty. But Finley freaked at the sight of Gillian in undies so I put her back in a diaper too.

Fast forward a month and suddenly Finley is telling Gary she has to go Pee Pee. He asks her if she wants to go on the potty and she says "YES" and books for the bathroom, pee's in her potty and never looks back. That was weeks ago and she's been going in it ever since. Insane. I never thought she would just do it on her own. She's such a big girl. We got a seat that has a child seat built into it so all she has to do is flip it down and she goes on the big potty. Its awesome. I can't wait until they are both out of diapers!

Gillian refuses to go on it, but I don't care. She can go when she's ready. I've learned they will do it when they are ready!! That will be the last time I push potty training ever again!

Monday, March 5, 2012

First time for everything

Saturday we went to an Open House for a preschool I wanted to check out for the girls. I was in a rush to get there before it ended and was rushing around like a maniac at home. We got there just in time and the girls loved it, they were having a great time doing crafts and checking the place out when suddenly Gillian got a very concerned look on her face and started walking towards Gary very slowly.

Gary noticed the front of her pants looked wet but couldn't figure out how she could pee that much that it would leak out of her diaper. He grabbed her and went to go check her diaper and there wasn't one! Apparently I'd lost my mind and dressed her without a diaper?

Thankfully it was one of the rare days I carried a extra set of clothes in the diaper bag.

On a side note, we signed the girls up for the preschool. They will start in Sept and go 2 days a week for the first year. When they are 4 we will probably send them 3 days a week. People always tell you "don't blink" when you have kids. Its true. I can remember being pregnant with them like it was yesterday. Now I am signing them up for preschool. Its surreal. I'm excited for them to have fun and learn new things but sad that I can feel their babyness slipping away. It almost makes me want another......

Oh the games they play

Do you know what I love most about this age? No its not the battle of the wills, temper tantrums or daily changing moods, its watching the girls play together.

They are at the age now where they are having conversations with each other and really starting to play together.

Sometimes its good play, sometimes its bad play but either way its hysterical to watch.

Today Finley went and go her tutu and put it on. She came in the living room and did a few twirls and then decided Gillian should wear hers. She ran into the playroom saying "sissy tutu" over and over and came running back with it. Gillian on the other hand didn't want to wear her tutu and told Finley.

Needless to say she wasn't a happy camper about that. She very dramatically threw herself on the couch and started crying until Gillian said "Otay, I wear it" and Finley got excited and ran over with the tutu to Gillian. As soon as Finley got up to her with it Gillian conveniently changed her mind which sent Finley into her crying act once again. As soon as Finley would cry Gillian would say "Otay" again and Finley would run back over, only to have Gillian change her mind once again. They did this at least 20 times. I just sat back and laughed.

I just can't get enough of this age.
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