Well, we just started Day 3 with the new daycare this morning and Christopher is having a really hard time adjusting. Daddy has started doing drop off by himself and I will admit, he's much better at being able to leave without feeling the need to stay for a long period of time to comfort the kids.
Yesterday morning, Christopher left the house fine but Daddy said he started crying when they pulled into the parking lot. He left with Kendall still doing OK but Chris was crying and holding his arms out like he was begging Daddy to take him back home. I'm SO glad I wasn't there to see that because I know I wouldn't have been able to leave. We let them take a stufffed animal from home with the hopes it would help to comfort them throughout the day.
I talked to the Assistant Principal around 11:30 am and she said they had settled in fine and were playing and interacting so I decided to let them do a full day. I picked up around 5:00 pm and they were both happy. The principal said they did great all day and gave me such a nice compliment. She said the kids are a joy - they listen, they clean up when asked, they are potty training, playing nice with the other kids. She said it's obvious that we are working with the kids to teach them the right things.
Drop off this morning was worse, which I actually anticipated. I thought things might get worse as the kids realize the change is permanent. Chris got dressed OK but when we started to talk about leaving for school, he started getting upset at home. It was obvious that it's stressing him out and I feel horrible. Daddy and I both talked to him about how we know it's scary at first and we tried to reassure him that Mommy will always come pick them up after their afternoon nap. DH said Chris got upset again in the parking lot and didn't want to go in and that they both were clinging to his legs in the classroom. He stayed for a few minutes but ended up leaving with both of them crying. Sometimes, it's just better to go so the kids get distracted with something else.
I know they both calm down after a few minutes of us leaving and it's just something they'll need to work through. Chris did have a harder time adjusting to our old daycare. It took about a month. I expected some anxiety this time but I thought it might be easier since they are somewhat familiar with how school works and the routine.
From my perspective, I've been very happy with the support we've received from both the Principal and Assistant Principal. There are many similiarities with our old daycare so that's also reassuring. Overall, I think the new daycare has a much better reputation academically and that's something I noticed immediately when we did the Open House tour. Oh, and did I mention that the new daycare is literally 5 minutes from our house? SO, SO , SO much more convenient! Starting next Monday, I'll be able to drive the 25 minutes to work by myself without having to worry about doing drop off, or hearing the kids fight or fuss about something in the backseat. I get back some much needed "mommy time".
So far, despite the difficult transition with the kids, I'm pleased and don't have any regrets.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
It Never Gets Easy
The twins started at their new daycare this morning. For the last 2 weeks, I've been trying to explain they'll be going to a new school with new friends and new teachers but I don't think they really understood.
Until this morning.
With our new schedule, Daddy will be doing drop off in the mornings but I went this morning to help with the transition. I actually took vacation this week so we could transition easily by doing some half days.
The kids were excited at first. We had been in the school twice before for the Open House and to drop off paperwork. Each time, we only stayed for about an hour. When we arrived this morning, we took the kids to the main Beginner's classroom and within a few minutes, they were playing along side the other children. Both of them kept looking up to make sure we were still there but at least they weren't clinging to our legs.
Maybe this won't be so bad?
Daddy left to come back home so he could get ready for work and I stayed to wait for the principal to arrive so we could finalize the rest of the paperwork and so I could turn in my $1350 check. OUCH!
After we had been there for about 45 minutes, I think Christopher started to understand we weren't leaving. He walked over to me with tears in his eyes and said, "Mommy, I want to go home now".
Talk about ripping my heart out. I felt horrible.
The principal finally arrived and she "encouraged" me that it was time for me to say goodbye. I walked out of the room with both kids crying hysterically.
And, then I started crying. It was like they are entering daycare for the first time all over again. I just wanted to hold them and make it better but I knew I had to leave.
Today, they will only do a half day and I'll pick them up in a few hours around noon. I think we'll play tomorrow by ear. I think I'll call around noon to see how they are doing. If they are doing OK, I will probably let them stay a full day. If not, we'll do another half day. But, they will definitely do full days on Thursday and Friday.
And, beginning Thursday and Friday, Daddy will be doing drop off by himself so I won't have to feel that guilt. And, so I won't have to start each day in tears. LOL!
Until this morning.
With our new schedule, Daddy will be doing drop off in the mornings but I went this morning to help with the transition. I actually took vacation this week so we could transition easily by doing some half days.
The kids were excited at first. We had been in the school twice before for the Open House and to drop off paperwork. Each time, we only stayed for about an hour. When we arrived this morning, we took the kids to the main Beginner's classroom and within a few minutes, they were playing along side the other children. Both of them kept looking up to make sure we were still there but at least they weren't clinging to our legs.
Maybe this won't be so bad?
Daddy left to come back home so he could get ready for work and I stayed to wait for the principal to arrive so we could finalize the rest of the paperwork and so I could turn in my $1350 check. OUCH!
After we had been there for about 45 minutes, I think Christopher started to understand we weren't leaving. He walked over to me with tears in his eyes and said, "Mommy, I want to go home now".
Talk about ripping my heart out. I felt horrible.
The principal finally arrived and she "encouraged" me that it was time for me to say goodbye. I walked out of the room with both kids crying hysterically.
And, then I started crying. It was like they are entering daycare for the first time all over again. I just wanted to hold them and make it better but I knew I had to leave.
Today, they will only do a half day and I'll pick them up in a few hours around noon. I think we'll play tomorrow by ear. I think I'll call around noon to see how they are doing. If they are doing OK, I will probably let them stay a full day. If not, we'll do another half day. But, they will definitely do full days on Thursday and Friday.
And, beginning Thursday and Friday, Daddy will be doing drop off by himself so I won't have to feel that guilt. And, so I won't have to start each day in tears. LOL!
Thursday, May 24, 2012
TIDWTFT
The twins will be transtioning to their new school next week. They have grown so much in the last year - sometimes I hardly recognize them, physically and developmentally!
Christopher
You are still all boy. You love to run, jump and climb. You still love anything related to sports. You now own 5 footballs, 2 basketballs, a soccer ball, 2 baseball bats, 1 batting tee and a bazillion foam baseballs. You can throw the football with such force and accuracy that you surprise the person catching it and you are even learning how to kick it.
You are still obsessed with your fireman rain boots. Every day after school, you put them on and they stay on until bed time. You also like to watch the Fireman's Parade that Mommy found on YouTube. You get so excited if we see a real live fire truck or ambulance.
You have started showing a real interest in puzzles. You will sit for up to an hour and put together and dump out the same puzzle over and over again. Every time you complete it, you get so excited and yell, "I did it"!
You are a typical big brother who is starting to pick on little sister. You will walk by and purposely nudge her or put your feet on her because you know you'll get a reaction.
At the same time, you are so protective and loving toward Kendall. If she starts crying at school, the teacher said you stop what you are doing and come over to check on her. The other day, she asked for her Abby doll when she was upset and you sweetly said, "I get it Dendall" and you went all the way upstairs just to get it for her. You made Mommy so proud!
You absolutely adore the family cat, Kisa. You love to pet and hug her. Sometimes you forget that she is small and old and get a little too rough and Mommy & Daddy have to remind you to be gentle.
Your favorite foods right now are broccoli, yogurt, mango, grapes and of course, "special treats" (M&Ms) when you go potty like a big boy.
You are wearing underwear all day at school and rarely have accidents. You are even beginning to tell Mommy & Daddy before you have to go potty. You still wear a Pull-Up at night.
You are wearing 3T tops and bottoms. You are approximately 36 inches tall and weigh 31 lbs.
Kendall
You are my little princess. You love art and coloring just like your Mommy.
You have mastered the alphabet and can accurately identify every letter in and out of context. You can almost sing your ABCs. You are counting to 10 in English and Spanish and can almost count to 20 without assistance. You made Mommy laugh when we were counting and got to 29. I asked what was next and you said "Twenty ten". LOL!
You are completely in love with Yo Gabba Gabba. Mommy and Daddy don't quite get the fascination but I guess it could be worse. Every night at bedtime, we all have to say "Good night" to the Gabba Gabba characters.
Your vocabulary is much more extensive than your brother's and you surprise me every day with some of the words that you know. Sometimes, Mommy catches you singing a song and when you see me watching, you just giggle and keep singing.
When you laugh, you crinkle your nose and it's the cutest thing ever.
Your favorite foods are pizza, mac 'n cheese, grapes and cookies.
You are still willing to sit on the potty but you still haven't learned how to go. Mommy & the teachers at school have tried all different methods and you just don't want to go quite yet. You are wearing Pull-Ups all of the time.
You are also wearing 3T tops and bottoms, although some 4T tops are fitting. It's been awhile since you were measured but if I had to guess, you are pretty close to your brother in height and weight.
Christopher
You are still all boy. You love to run, jump and climb. You still love anything related to sports. You now own 5 footballs, 2 basketballs, a soccer ball, 2 baseball bats, 1 batting tee and a bazillion foam baseballs. You can throw the football with such force and accuracy that you surprise the person catching it and you are even learning how to kick it.
You are still obsessed with your fireman rain boots. Every day after school, you put them on and they stay on until bed time. You also like to watch the Fireman's Parade that Mommy found on YouTube. You get so excited if we see a real live fire truck or ambulance.
You have started showing a real interest in puzzles. You will sit for up to an hour and put together and dump out the same puzzle over and over again. Every time you complete it, you get so excited and yell, "I did it"!
You are a typical big brother who is starting to pick on little sister. You will walk by and purposely nudge her or put your feet on her because you know you'll get a reaction.
At the same time, you are so protective and loving toward Kendall. If she starts crying at school, the teacher said you stop what you are doing and come over to check on her. The other day, she asked for her Abby doll when she was upset and you sweetly said, "I get it Dendall" and you went all the way upstairs just to get it for her. You made Mommy so proud!
You absolutely adore the family cat, Kisa. You love to pet and hug her. Sometimes you forget that she is small and old and get a little too rough and Mommy & Daddy have to remind you to be gentle.
Your favorite foods right now are broccoli, yogurt, mango, grapes and of course, "special treats" (M&Ms) when you go potty like a big boy.
You are wearing underwear all day at school and rarely have accidents. You are even beginning to tell Mommy & Daddy before you have to go potty. You still wear a Pull-Up at night.
You are wearing 3T tops and bottoms. You are approximately 36 inches tall and weigh 31 lbs.
Kendall
You are my little princess. You love art and coloring just like your Mommy.
You have mastered the alphabet and can accurately identify every letter in and out of context. You can almost sing your ABCs. You are counting to 10 in English and Spanish and can almost count to 20 without assistance. You made Mommy laugh when we were counting and got to 29. I asked what was next and you said "Twenty ten". LOL!
You are completely in love with Yo Gabba Gabba. Mommy and Daddy don't quite get the fascination but I guess it could be worse. Every night at bedtime, we all have to say "Good night" to the Gabba Gabba characters.
Your vocabulary is much more extensive than your brother's and you surprise me every day with some of the words that you know. Sometimes, Mommy catches you singing a song and when you see me watching, you just giggle and keep singing.
When you laugh, you crinkle your nose and it's the cutest thing ever.
Your favorite foods are pizza, mac 'n cheese, grapes and cookies.
You are still willing to sit on the potty but you still haven't learned how to go. Mommy & the teachers at school have tried all different methods and you just don't want to go quite yet. You are wearing Pull-Ups all of the time.
You are also wearing 3T tops and bottoms, although some 4T tops are fitting. It's been awhile since you were measured but if I had to guess, you are pretty close to your brother in height and weight.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Living with Mental Illness
I've been blogging a long time and I've never opened up the way I'm going to right now.
My husband is mentally ill. When things are good, they are good. When things are bad, they are really bad. Now is one of those bad times.
He was diagnosed with depression in 2008, soon after we lost the ectopic pregnancy. He began taking medication for it and it was moderately controlled. He would still have what I call "episodes" every few months.
There were times where he would try to mask the depression and self medicate by using cocaine. He would try to hide the drug use and when I confronted him, he would deny it. Over and over again.
I thought about divorce. A lot.
I also began to think that losing the pregnancy was a blessing. Did I really want to raise a child in the environment in which we were living?
I got his family involved and his brother talked to him about the future of our marriage, about growing up, about getting help. I talked to his mother.
We would have long stretches where things would be good. He stopped using recreational drugs and stuck with his prescriptions. He found a good job. We talked about starting a family again.
The twins came in Fall, 2009 and for the most part, we've been good. Having twins is stressful. I get that. I learned pretty quickly that I was going to be the backbone of the family. The rock.
I handle everything. The bills. The cleaning. The cooking. 90% of providing for the twins.
Last year, I finally got him to agree to see a psychiatrist. After one visit, he was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder. The dr put him on 3 medications but he still experiences cycles.
When my husband goes through a cycle, there is usually a trigger. It tends to be something stressful. He doesn't have any coping skills so when something happens, it almost always starts a cycle. He doesn't tend to get manic the way you might think of. He doesn't get hyper or spend money recklessly.
In fact, he rarely goes that high. It's usually the opposite into depression.
Sometimes, it is the traditional type of depression where he just wants to sleep and he doesn't want to get out of bed or be around people for days in a row.
But, most times? He becomes a raving, irrational jackass.
He snaps at me and the kids over nothing. He intentionally picks a fight just to do it. He cusses and overreacts over something as simple as not being able to find the remote control. The cycle can last a few days or a few weeks until he stablizes and comes back to the middle.
That's where we've been all week. Two weeks ago, he found out that he will most likely be laid off in July.
And, I don't know how much more I can take. I'm trying to keep the house together, the kids together and I'm barely keeping myself together.
I'm trying to be the rock and I don't know if I'm that strong. The stress of him losing his job is bad enough. But, I have to deal with his illness and essentially become a single mother too.
The kids don't understand. I just tell them that Daddy doesn't feel well. They don't understand why he yells at them because they are being 2 year olds. My son doesn't understand why Daddy doesn't want to play football. My daughter doesn't understand why Daddy tells her to go away when she tries to climb in his lap.
I've never reached out to a support group and maybe that's what I need. My family knows about his illness but they can't be there to help every hour of every day.
And, truthfully? When he's being like this, no one wants to be around because he's such an asshole.
Mental illness has such a stigma associated with it. I tried to hide what was going on for years. People would ask why my husband didn't come to the party or why he disappeared upstairs when we had company over.
I would try to make light of it and crack a joke. When my husband is stable, you would never guess he suffered from anything. He likes to joke. He's a really smart guy.
And, it breaks my heart that our family has to go through this. I see other families and wonder what it's like to be normal. To have a husband who isn't Jekyll and Hyde.
I know, I know. For better or worse.
I love my husband. I do. It just makes me so sad that our kids have to endure him when he's like this. When they get older, I'll explain it to them. When they can understand.
For now, I'll have a good cry and try to find the strength I need to keep the family going.
Thanks for letting me vent.
My husband is mentally ill. When things are good, they are good. When things are bad, they are really bad. Now is one of those bad times.
He was diagnosed with depression in 2008, soon after we lost the ectopic pregnancy. He began taking medication for it and it was moderately controlled. He would still have what I call "episodes" every few months.
There were times where he would try to mask the depression and self medicate by using cocaine. He would try to hide the drug use and when I confronted him, he would deny it. Over and over again.
I thought about divorce. A lot.
I also began to think that losing the pregnancy was a blessing. Did I really want to raise a child in the environment in which we were living?
I got his family involved and his brother talked to him about the future of our marriage, about growing up, about getting help. I talked to his mother.
We would have long stretches where things would be good. He stopped using recreational drugs and stuck with his prescriptions. He found a good job. We talked about starting a family again.
The twins came in Fall, 2009 and for the most part, we've been good. Having twins is stressful. I get that. I learned pretty quickly that I was going to be the backbone of the family. The rock.
I handle everything. The bills. The cleaning. The cooking. 90% of providing for the twins.
Last year, I finally got him to agree to see a psychiatrist. After one visit, he was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder. The dr put him on 3 medications but he still experiences cycles.
When my husband goes through a cycle, there is usually a trigger. It tends to be something stressful. He doesn't have any coping skills so when something happens, it almost always starts a cycle. He doesn't tend to get manic the way you might think of. He doesn't get hyper or spend money recklessly.
In fact, he rarely goes that high. It's usually the opposite into depression.
Sometimes, it is the traditional type of depression where he just wants to sleep and he doesn't want to get out of bed or be around people for days in a row.
But, most times? He becomes a raving, irrational jackass.
He snaps at me and the kids over nothing. He intentionally picks a fight just to do it. He cusses and overreacts over something as simple as not being able to find the remote control. The cycle can last a few days or a few weeks until he stablizes and comes back to the middle.
That's where we've been all week. Two weeks ago, he found out that he will most likely be laid off in July.
And, I don't know how much more I can take. I'm trying to keep the house together, the kids together and I'm barely keeping myself together.
I'm trying to be the rock and I don't know if I'm that strong. The stress of him losing his job is bad enough. But, I have to deal with his illness and essentially become a single mother too.
The kids don't understand. I just tell them that Daddy doesn't feel well. They don't understand why he yells at them because they are being 2 year olds. My son doesn't understand why Daddy doesn't want to play football. My daughter doesn't understand why Daddy tells her to go away when she tries to climb in his lap.
I've never reached out to a support group and maybe that's what I need. My family knows about his illness but they can't be there to help every hour of every day.
And, truthfully? When he's being like this, no one wants to be around because he's such an asshole.
Mental illness has such a stigma associated with it. I tried to hide what was going on for years. People would ask why my husband didn't come to the party or why he disappeared upstairs when we had company over.
I would try to make light of it and crack a joke. When my husband is stable, you would never guess he suffered from anything. He likes to joke. He's a really smart guy.
And, it breaks my heart that our family has to go through this. I see other families and wonder what it's like to be normal. To have a husband who isn't Jekyll and Hyde.
I know, I know. For better or worse.
I love my husband. I do. It just makes me so sad that our kids have to endure him when he's like this. When they get older, I'll explain it to them. When they can understand.
For now, I'll have a good cry and try to find the strength I need to keep the family going.
Thanks for letting me vent.
Monday, May 14, 2012
I Can't Imagine What She's Going Through
I logged on this morning expecting to read all about Mother's Day from my favorite bloggers.
My heart absolutely sunk when I scanned through my blog roll and saw the post title from Jen @ Maybe If You Just Relax.
I'm sure most of you follow her blog and you've probably already seen the post as well. If you aren't familiar with Jen, she was pregnant with identical twins after a 2nd successful IVF cycle last year. One of the twins, Evelyn, was stillborn. Ainsley was very small but she has survived for the last 17 months. She's had terrible issues with breathing on her own and has never left the hospital where she was born.
Ainsley passed away over the weekend.
I just can't imagine what Jen and her family are going through right now. I know she is taking comfort in knowing that her sweet little girl isn't in pain any longer. But, the pain of loss must be unbearable.
I know God has a plan for all of us but when I hear about something like this, it just doesn't seem fair. It was horrible enough to lose one baby but losing the 2nd is just... unfair and absolutely heart breaking.
I only know Jen through reading her blog. It's amazing how close we feel to people through what they write.
Please visit her blog and offer your support or just say a prayer for Jen and her family.
I'm going to give my kids an extra big hug and kiss tonight. Never take them for granted.
My heart absolutely sunk when I scanned through my blog roll and saw the post title from Jen @ Maybe If You Just Relax.
I'm sure most of you follow her blog and you've probably already seen the post as well. If you aren't familiar with Jen, she was pregnant with identical twins after a 2nd successful IVF cycle last year. One of the twins, Evelyn, was stillborn. Ainsley was very small but she has survived for the last 17 months. She's had terrible issues with breathing on her own and has never left the hospital where she was born.
Ainsley passed away over the weekend.
I just can't imagine what Jen and her family are going through right now. I know she is taking comfort in knowing that her sweet little girl isn't in pain any longer. But, the pain of loss must be unbearable.
I know God has a plan for all of us but when I hear about something like this, it just doesn't seem fair. It was horrible enough to lose one baby but losing the 2nd is just... unfair and absolutely heart breaking.
I only know Jen through reading her blog. It's amazing how close we feel to people through what they write.
Please visit her blog and offer your support or just say a prayer for Jen and her family.
I'm going to give my kids an extra big hug and kiss tonight. Never take them for granted.
Friday, May 11, 2012
What Type of Mother Are You?
I'm one of three children in my family. Yes, I'm the dreaded middle child.
Out of the three, I still think I was the one that caused the least amount of grief for my parents.
I never skipped school. I never did drugs. I had respectable friends from respectable families. I got decent grades.
And, then I hit my teen years. And I rebeled against my mother with every ounce of energy that I had in me. There was no specific reason now that I look back. At the time, she just annoyed me because I knew everything.
Maybe we were too similar? Maybe I was struggling to find my own independence? Maybe I was just a pain in the ass.
Now that I have children of my own, I find myself imitating the very things that annoyed me about my own mother.
And, I'm saying the same things.
"Eat your dinner. There are starving kids that would give anything to have a good meal".
"Because I'm your mother and I said so".
Growing up and thinking about becoming a mother (before I even knew what infertility was or how precious motherhood is), I vowed I would always:
Being a mother is hard. We have to push our own needs aside to take care of our family. I'm always the first one up in the morning and the last one to bed. I'm always the last one to eat. I don't get to sleep in or take a day off.
I am a mother.
Wanting some reassurance, I recently took one of those on-line quizzes that asked the very title of this post.
Yes, I know. It's an on-line quiz that typically has no merit.
I answered the 10 questions truthfully and it returned the following analysis:
You're an Encouraging Mom!
You've got motherhood down to a science. You seem to have mastered the balance of listening to your children and making sure that they listen to you too. You clearly value your kids' thoughts and feelings -- which has taught them that their opinions are valid. It's this kind of mutual respect between parents and children that leads to independent, responsible, and creative adults who can think outside the box. With all this encouragement, your child is on a pace to be running for president in 2040!
Wow.
Through all of the exhaustion, lack of patience and frustration, I AM being the mother I want to be.
Thank you Mom for making me the woman I am today. For encouraging me to have opinions, to think for myself, to be independent.
For making me the mom that I am.
If you're interested in taking the quiz, here's the link:
http://www.bhg.com/bhg/quiz.jsp?catref=cat730022&quizId=/templatedata/bhg/quiz/data/whattypeofmotherareyou_02292004.xml
Out of the three, I still think I was the one that caused the least amount of grief for my parents.
I never skipped school. I never did drugs. I had respectable friends from respectable families. I got decent grades.
And, then I hit my teen years. And I rebeled against my mother with every ounce of energy that I had in me. There was no specific reason now that I look back. At the time, she just annoyed me because I knew everything.
Maybe we were too similar? Maybe I was struggling to find my own independence? Maybe I was just a pain in the ass.
Now that I have children of my own, I find myself imitating the very things that annoyed me about my own mother.
And, I'm saying the same things.
"Eat your dinner. There are starving kids that would give anything to have a good meal".
"Because I'm your mother and I said so".
Growing up and thinking about becoming a mother (before I even knew what infertility was or how precious motherhood is), I vowed I would always:
- Tell my kids I love them. Every day. Sometimes 5 times a day.
- Understand their feelings and nurture them to be strong and independent
- Try to be their friend but be their parent first
- Let them make their own choices (as long as their safety isn't in jeopardy)
- Encourage them to be creative
- Show them what a loving relationship is through my own relationship with their father
Being a mother is hard. We have to push our own needs aside to take care of our family. I'm always the first one up in the morning and the last one to bed. I'm always the last one to eat. I don't get to sleep in or take a day off.
I am a mother.
Wanting some reassurance, I recently took one of those on-line quizzes that asked the very title of this post.
Yes, I know. It's an on-line quiz that typically has no merit.
I answered the 10 questions truthfully and it returned the following analysis:
You're an Encouraging Mom!
You've got motherhood down to a science. You seem to have mastered the balance of listening to your children and making sure that they listen to you too. You clearly value your kids' thoughts and feelings -- which has taught them that their opinions are valid. It's this kind of mutual respect between parents and children that leads to independent, responsible, and creative adults who can think outside the box. With all this encouragement, your child is on a pace to be running for president in 2040!
Wow.
Through all of the exhaustion, lack of patience and frustration, I AM being the mother I want to be.
Thank you Mom for making me the woman I am today. For encouraging me to have opinions, to think for myself, to be independent.
For making me the mom that I am.
If you're interested in taking the quiz, here's the link:
http://www.bhg.com/bhg/quiz.jsp?catref=cat730022&quizId=/templatedata/bhg/quiz/data/whattypeofmotherareyou_02292004.xml
Monday, May 7, 2012
Mommy Who?
I did it! I went on a trip this past weekend and guess what?
Everyone survived without me. Huh. Imagine that!
The twins are 31 months old and yes, it was my first time away from them by myself. Daddy and I have taken 3 nights away for date nights but this was the first time that Daddy was left in charge.
.
I'll admit. I left telling myself to have minimal expectations when I returned. As long as the kids were fed, wearing semi-clean clothes and still in one piece, I would consider it a success.
Daddy picked them up from daycare Friday evening and they had pizza for dinner. He let them stay up super late. At this point, I'm sure the twins were thinking, "Daddy is G-R-E-A-T"!
Saturday morning, they went to the local park that has a huge playground. Daddy spoiled them with Happy Meals for lunch. Not the healthiest weekend for meals but hey! Daddy doesn't cook. At least they ate. LOL!
After naps, they went to visit their cousins. They were both safely tucked in their beds when I got home that night at 10:30 pm.
I could not wait to see them Sunday morning. Christopher woke up first and was standing at the baby gate in their bedroom door. I peeked around the corner from our bedroom and said, "Hi Buddy"!
He gave me the biggest smile and said, "Hi, Mommy"!
As we were walking down the stairs together, he looked up at me with that same smile and said, "Mommy come home".
Melted my heart. He must've given me 15 hugs that morning.
Kendall woke up about 45 minutes later and barely gave me a 2nd look. It was like I was never gone.
Geez, thanks.
She was eating her pancakes and all of the sudden, out of the blue, she got up and ran in to see me.
"Mooommmmmyyyyyy"!
It was like she remembered that I had been gone.
I don't have the opportunity to get away very often but it's comforting to know that Daddy has it all under control.
Now, I just need to sign him up for some cooking classes.
Everyone survived without me. Huh. Imagine that!
The twins are 31 months old and yes, it was my first time away from them by myself. Daddy and I have taken 3 nights away for date nights but this was the first time that Daddy was left in charge.
I'll admit. I left telling myself to have minimal expectations when I returned. As long as the kids were fed, wearing semi-clean clothes and still in one piece, I would consider it a success.
Daddy picked them up from daycare Friday evening and they had pizza for dinner. He let them stay up super late. At this point, I'm sure the twins were thinking, "Daddy is G-R-E-A-T"!
Saturday morning, they went to the local park that has a huge playground. Daddy spoiled them with Happy Meals for lunch. Not the healthiest weekend for meals but hey! Daddy doesn't cook. At least they ate. LOL!
After naps, they went to visit their cousins. They were both safely tucked in their beds when I got home that night at 10:30 pm.
I could not wait to see them Sunday morning. Christopher woke up first and was standing at the baby gate in their bedroom door. I peeked around the corner from our bedroom and said, "Hi Buddy"!
He gave me the biggest smile and said, "Hi, Mommy"!
As we were walking down the stairs together, he looked up at me with that same smile and said, "Mommy come home".
Melted my heart. He must've given me 15 hugs that morning.
Kendall woke up about 45 minutes later and barely gave me a 2nd look. It was like I was never gone.
Geez, thanks.
She was eating her pancakes and all of the sudden, out of the blue, she got up and ran in to see me.
"Mooommmmmyyyyyy"!
It was like she remembered that I had been gone.
I don't have the opportunity to get away very often but it's comforting to know that Daddy has it all under control.
Now, I just need to sign him up for some cooking classes.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
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