My girls finally went back to school today (they got a bonus day of winter break yesterday when school was cancelled due to bitter cold), and I've been up since 5 AM. I've done two loads of laundry; vacuumed, swept, and mopped the downstairs floors; gotten the girls up, dressed, and to school with plenty of time to spare; unloaded the dishwasher and tidied the downstairs; and fed babies and got them down to nap.
And it's not even 9 AM.
I write all of that down as a reminder to myself that this time last year when I was so HUGELY pregnant with our little munchkins that the very thought of tackling half that list would have left in me in tears of exhaustion. I have said this out loud many times but I can't quite remember if I wrote it down here: as difficult as mothering twins through infancy has been (and it has royally kicked my butt), it's still easier than being pregnant with twins.
And it's really important to me that I bear that in mind as we start the last month of infancy with these nuggets, because I am wondering if this time next year, I'll be writing, as hard as having tiny toddler twins has been, it sure is easier than when they were babies. Or maybe I'll be writing, gosh, I only thought having two infants was hard! I'd take that over two toddlers any day! Normal is such a sliding scale, isn't it? I think about that every day.
So here we are: eleven months.
As you can well imagine, the lack of words published here is a direct reflection of the plethora of activity on my side of the screen. December found the boys busier than ever, and just before the New Year, John Kyle took his first steps! He practices a little more each day, but he still much prefers crawling because he holds the land speed record for fastest little scooter who ever scooted across a floor.
We loved our first Christmas with them; the girls especially delighted in helping them dig into their presents and try out their new toys. The biggest hit was the rocking pony who sings a sweet little song when you squeeze her ear. I got them these rainbow blocks, too, but so far they aren't that interested in them. OH! And Kyle INSISTED that their very first Christmas presents from him be a matching pair of Tonka dump trucks. Again, they aren't quite sure yet what to do with those yellow behemoths, but I'm sure they'll grow into them in no time.
It occurred to me last month that I never really specified this on the blog, but the babies have been on formula during the days since they were about six months old. After Kyle's dad died, my milk supply plunged (I had already been struggling to keep up), and I just didn't have the energy to keep at it. Both of them still nurse a couple of times a night each, so they are still getting some breastmilk. I was sad for a while, but mostly it has been fine.
All of that is to say that in the next month, I guess I'll start thinking about weaning them off of formula. We aren't big cow's milk drinkers in our house at all. I keep some on hand, but our kids have mostly been water drinkers through the years. I'm thinking of introducing some goat's milk in their bottles and we'll see how that goes.
We've got quite a bit of celebrating on the horizon with Dacey's ninth birthday at the end of this month and the babies' first birthday just over a week after that. We haven't nailed down the details yet, but we are thinking of a Survivor-themed party - which will TOTALLY be for us far more than it is for them!
At eleven months, the boys still love bathtime, and mealtime is becoming a PRETTY BIG DEAL for them, too! They love to get into everything, and are obsessed with the floor length mirror in our living room. They adore their big sisters and the feeling is mutual. Yo Gabba Gabba still soothes the crankies, and it is still the only time they ever sit still long enough to watch a screen. Despite their general lack of interest in watching anything, they are obsessed with every piece of electronics-related things in the house, especially remote controls and laptops and cords. Yikes.
They both hate diaper changes, getting dressed, getting wiped down after meals, sitting in the stroller, and the sound of the vacuum cleaner. And also (and always): teething. At eleven months, they each have four teeth on bottom, two fully through on top and two more threatening to break through on top any day.
I have so loved watching them play together! They "talk" (screech) to each other, laugh at each other, and pester the fire out of each other. John Kyle - who will not take a pacifier and has despised the thought of one for months - absolutely LOVES to take the paci out of Mack's mouth and taunt him with it. Mack has no problem stealing food off of his brother's tray, even if his is plentifully full.
Hard to believe we are beginning the last month of babyhood here. Seems strange to feel more excited than sad. I'm promising myself I'll slow down just a bit in the month to come to indulge long enough to make space for appreciating these beautiful, bittersweet days.
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