Today . . . Much Better

Ok, so I was thinking that yesterday's post was maybe a little too honest. Oh, well. I hope no one thinks worse of me for it. I just wanted to say that to Kate's defense she has been a wonderful sleeper today going down for both her naps like a champ. Ahh, the light at the end of the tunnel . . . What? That doesn't happen until they're 3? Or is it 18? Sigh . . . Here are some happier (mostly) pics

My sister Jeny gave James a couple bags of balls. We put them in the pack-n-play to create a ball pit for him--which he LOVES. (Great idea for anyone with kids and a pack-n-play. BTW) I left the room for a minute and when I came back James had "shared" his balls with Clara. It was really sweet.

I had to get a picture of Kate finally falling asleep yesterday after 2 hours of screaming and refusing to take her nap. See yesterday's post for more details of my delightful day.

Here's Clara with her first bites of solid foods. She LOVES solids.

And you can tell what Kate thinks of solids by the look on her face. Not such a fan.

Ok, I really got online to find a recipe for dinner, so I'll stop being ADD now and get to work. Have a great evening!

My terrible, horrible, very bad, no good day.

Well, my darling daughter Kate decided that for 3 days she was not going to sleep. This upset her very much and me even more. The few times I did get her to sleep during the day it would last about 10 minutes and she'd be up again. During the night she would not sleep unless she was latched on to me. Fine until her sister wants to eat. Two days in row both girls started screaming 20 minutes before Justin had to get up at 3:45 in the morning. He was pretty upset about that one. Finally, at one point yesterday afternoon, when both girls were screaming, I lost it. I'm not proud to admit it, but in the interest of realism, I must say I totally lost it. The exercise bike got beaten by a boppy pillow. It was an ugly crime scene. The totally innocent remote control got in the middle and lost it's innards--which was very frustrating when I wanted to use it a few minutes later and had to go scavenging under the couch to find the batteries. Alas, a much chagrined me ran away to my sister's house later on that night. She dosed me up with lots of her secret recipe fudge and today was much better. The doctor wasn't sure what was wrong with Kate--she broke out in a rash today on top of all things. We think it was a bad reaction to the solid foods we started the girls on last weekend. But, life moves on. Here's a little clip of the sweetheart jumping on her jumperoo as I type.

Some random pics of Mr. Destructo

Well, the past week has been very busy . . . First the holidays with family . . . a visit to Fort Vancouver and the airport museum . . . A trip to the coast to see the maritime museum in Astoria . . . And a round of strep throat and colds and goopy eyes (clogged tear ducts)! So, now that things are settling down and I have gotten to know our local pharmacist very well. It was awesome to see my brother William and Sister-in-law Carrie and their kids. Sorry to send them home with strep thoat. :(

I keep having little thoughts about what to blog about next--James dumping his pee in the bathtub, Kate and Clara fighting over whose hands are whose, James playing baby all day--even asking to have his nose cleaned out with the bulb syringe like his sisters. "Um, James, did you notice they're both crying after I do that?" . . . but the time passes so fast I forget by the time I sit down each night. So, here are some random pics I had on my camera. I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! Oh, we had 6 month check ups--both girls are 13 lbs. 9 oz. & 24" long. Doing great.

The girls are getting bigger each day so we decided it was time to get out the Jumperoo for them. HA! Doesn't look like they'll get a chance to try it out any time soon . . .

The keyboard is my birthday present from Justin. With all the free time I have . . . . I decided I want to learn to play the piano. I thought it was best to start with a small keyboard, not a big, expensive piano. (Just in case this goes the direction of my great plan to learn knitting--I got as far as one bootie. I need 4.)

Ok, so this is totally a life lesson. How many gum balls do you have to eat to figure out that you don't like them? Apparently about 7. Then again, it usually takes me about 7 bites of yucky store bought birthday cake to figure out--Nope I still don't like it. Take care everyone! Have a great week.