Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Just for the record...

I have swept the floor (again), cleaned the counter off, and changed more diapers. T1 wouldn't lie still, so the count is up to 7 right now. I took out some chicken for dinner, which will probably end up in the slow cooker for tomorrow. I took my Viactiv and had a glass of water. I saw something on Dr. Oz (not that I watch this regularly) that peaked my interest so I went online. Then I watched the segment about Poop. That was informative. :) Then I tried to find what I went online for and I couldn't find it, so I googled it. I learned that the detergents that I use are NPE free anyways. So, I felt better and went on my way. I started cleaning up the dining room and the boys woke up. T1 and T2 are now in their playroom while BB complains about not being able to play his friend, his homework, and any number of things. I gave the boys a snack of milk and animal crackers in their playroom. I guess that means I will have to vacuum their rug tonight. I had plans to cut some fabric, but I am sort of at a loss for what to do with it. I did get some of my pictures from Shutterfly today. My Book of Quilts is almost updated...I just need a picture of Terry's Quilt. I'm starting to wind down...I think I need a boost, but if I drink anymore tea, I'll be awake until 1 AM...and that isn't going to end well. At least my Mom is coming up tomorrow. BB is having an issue with his homework. He didn't follow the directions and now he's upset because he has to redo something. He's trying his best to get out of it, but it's not working. I've let Thing 1 and Thing 2 out of the playroom and they are loose. God give me the strength. It's 4:42 PM.

Doing nothing...

So, after we got back from the mall, I made lunch for the boys. Before I put them in their highchairs, I changed diapers. If you're keeping count, I've changed 6 diapers so far today. I put my shoes on to braek them in. Today's lunch was PBJ, banana and milk. T1 finished his lunch and promptly fell asleep. T2 finished his lunch and wanted more. I cleaned them up and put them up in their cribs. T1 was sound asleep, so T2 and I sat in the rocker and read a book - a beautiful luxury. Then, it was nap time. Tommy was kind enough to bring me lunch (a Wawa shorti turkey sub) and we sat and chatted for a few minutes (well, it was mostly me - I love to talk). After lunch, Tommy left and I cleaned up the trays (second time today) and did a general cleaning. I enjoyed some quiet time in the potty, replaced the battery in the scale (should have left it dead), and changed into shorts. Then I sat down at the computer and fished (Fish Wrangler on FB). Then I got an email from my high school alumni site and it made me think of some dear friends of mine from HS. So, I took a few minutes (ok, about 15) and did some searches. I think I might have found one of them, so I sent them a message. I miss them terribly. Oh well, we'll have to wait to hear back. I've been trying to make some changes on my Fantasy FB league, but Yahoo doesn't seem to be working very well on my laptop. Oops, spoke too soon, working fine now. Too bad I have no idea what I am doing when it comes to Fantasy Football. :) Oh well, I wanted to clean up a little and cut some fabric. So it's time to look away from the computer for a little bit. It's 1:45 PM.

I love it when a plan comes together...

I got my shoes AND they have pink on them. The irony is that the pink is surrounded by blue. Hehehe.. :) Plus I got more socks for the twins, a Redskins shirt for BB and a battery for my scale (not sure why yet). Now, I'm taking a few minutes to write about our trip to the mall before lunch. So, we left here a little before 10 and got the mall right when the stores were opening. We started with our snack and it was yummy. The boys like to look at the light fixtures and shove pretzel pieces in their mouths. I tried something new with their drinks...I premade their sippy cups and it worked AWESOME! After our snack we walked around the mall, looked at boots (well the lack of anyway), Webkinz, and other stuff. Our last stop was to get my shoes and they had them! Yeah Finish Line! And someone asked me right away if they could get me anything. Today has totally restored my faith in Customer Service. So, all in all, it has been a good day. Now it's lunch time and I'm glad that I cleaned up before I left. :) It's 11:29 AM.

Why?? For the love of Pete, why???

So, I used the ottomans and closed off the Family Room, laid out the quilt and grabbed some toys to keep T1 and T2 entertained while I get them changed and dressed. Then I actually managed to get them dressed. I leave the space for 2 seconds to come over to the computer to see if anything good is happening and what do you think they do? Kieran grabs the wipee container and proceeds to remove all of the wipes. He doesn't like how they taste, so I guess that's a good thing. At least they are clean and look adorable. Plus, if we leave now, we'll make it to the mall in time for it to open and we can have a pretzel as a snack. I must remember to bring juice cups today. The fastest way to ruin a bottle of water is to let them try to drink out of it. Lesson learned...yeah! Off to the mall..let's see if I can make it today. I've gathered juice boxes and cups along with my diaper bag. It's 9:47 AM.

I smell something...

Not sure if it's the dog or a child. Well, my hair is clean, my legs are shaved and lotioned, my teeth are brushed, and I'm wearing clean clothes. Life is good! Thank goodness for the little things. The twins are playing together in their tunnel...until a neat song came on the TV, now they are watching TV though the bars of the gate. Where's that camera??!? The mall doesn't open until 10, so I have about an hour to play and get the boys changed and dressed. Keeva has to go out too! Three of the most difficult tasks...
Dinner! I have to take something out for dinner. No one really likes my cooking anyways, so I'm not sure what to take out.
I updated my Twitter and FB statuses (or is it stati), so now my day can begin. LOL! It's 9:05 AM.

Morning Part 2

So, I ran upstairs to get ready...this consisted of grabbing a pair of jeans and a bra. I have to run Will to the bus stop and I certainly can't do it in pajamas. In my travels, I released the hound (DH shuts the door the bedroom so Keeva gets locked in) and tried to motivate BB. At least the hound was happy to see me. Ok, the dog has been fed, trays have been cleaned, dishwasher emptied and kitchen quasi-cleaned. BB is dressed and T1 and T2 are playing...not quietly. It's 8:13 and I've changed 2 diapers and they've had 2 fights over toys. The good part was that no parental intervention was necessary. Thank goodness! DH left for the day and BB is almost out of here too! Not that I'm happy that he's leaving, but it gives me a chance to play with the twins and get a few "me" things done. Plus, I really need new shoes. My tennis shoes have holes and need insoles badly (I've already replaced them once). Besides, I'm going to walk 3.1 miles in about a's time for new shoes. I am an ASICS girl. I started wearing their running shoes about 5 years ago (at least) and I love them. They have awesome arch support and make my feet feel great. Plus, they have pink ones (sometimes). So, I'm looking for the next step up from what I have now (GT-2130) and some stores just don't carry them. I think I found a store at our mall that has them, so that will be our morning trip. Unless the skies open up or something else goes wrong. :) Will's on the bus, the boys are I think I might go and get cleaned up. It's 8:26 AM.

It's what time?

I guess I picked a "fun" day to follow, huh? I was awaken by the grunts and coos of the twins around 6 AM this morning only to lie there and listen to them for a little bit, mumbling "five more minutes" praying they would hear (and listen to) me. :) So after about 25 minutes, I got up to take care of business. Then I headed to the twins' room to see if I could persuade (hold and/or rock) them back to sleep. No such luck. I did manage to score a few minutes of rest while holding Thing 2, but he decided that Thing 1's crib looked better. Then as I put him into Thing 1's crib, Thing 1 decided that I looked better. So, I brought Thing 1 down for a diaper change and breakfast. One diaper change later, he was strapped into his highchair, supplied with Apple Jacks and a bib, and I was off to get #2. In the meantime, Big Brother has made his way downstairs, found breakfast, and was perched on the couch watching cartoons. Back up the stairs for Thing 2...a diaper change later (that would be #2) and we're ready for breakfast. DH is in the kitchen, BB is on the couch, and T1 and T2 are in their highchairs, so it's time for my breakfast. Today I chose waffles and iced tea (strictly for the caffeine). Then I decide to look up the mall to see if any store would happen to have my shoes (and please, please, please have them on sale). But first, I have to answer my Chesapeake Mommies Harford County Trivia for the day (Thanks Shari). The answer was Farmer's Market. Then the boys are done breakfast and off to the play room. T1 was trying to poop, but nothing was in his diaper (I'm sure he make up for it later). Trying to persuade BB to do some of his AM chores now so that he doesn't have to run around right before he leaves for school - yeah, a losing battle. ARGH! He just doesn't listen...or understand. I'm sure he can hear, but he's a stubborn little boy. Oh well, c'est la vie! Onward we must push...otherwise we stand still.
Hermit crabs are watered, washed and returned to their cage. They are some ugly little things. They look prehistoric.
My morning routine is at a stand still this morning until caffeine kicks in OR everyone leaves. The time is now 7:53 AM.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

One day in the life..

of me. Tomorrow, I will start when I wake up and write about whatever I do. I'll try to spare of the silly details, but I just want to see what I do and if it's interesting. :) More later! Don't forget to sponsor me for the Race for The is here!

Monday, August 31, 2009

That number

I saw THAT number on my scale again. You know, the number that you see and think the scale must be broken or that someone must be on the scale with youl. So, I decided that I really need to lose weight. I registered for the Maryland Race for The Cure (on October 18th) so I have to be ready for that. I don't run though. I'm just not a runner. I can walk to the brink of running (4 mph, I think), but running just kills my knees. :) So, I've started my workouts again (ARGH) and started watching what I eat. I love fruits and vegetables anyway. :)

The good news is that the kids still eat well. They always eat fruits and veggies. I think that the twins could eat a pound of strawberries, each, if I let them. Will, on the other hand, would eat junk food all day. He's 8 and barely weighs 50 pounds...he's growing taller though. I really need to go through his dresser and see what pants still fit him.

Well, I am going to go rest since I worked out today. If you want to sponsor me (or my team - Mamas for Tatas) for the Race for the Cure, visit
My Donation Page. Thanks!!

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Been out of sorts..

I've been out of sorts for the past few days...hopefully I'm on my way out of the funk that I've created for myself. I'm sure I'll be writing about it time now, the twins are fighting over something...

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

We went to dinner...

Someone should really stop me sometimes. These kids are not meant for eating out...or maybe I'm just not doing it right. Ok, sometimes they are just fine. The food comes out fast and we are all able to eat without too much being flung across the dining room. Tonight was just not one of those outings. Will went to a friend's birthday party. While we were there, we figured we grab a bite to eat there at the Stars and Stripes Grill at the Putt-Putt Family Fun Center. Ok, so it's not the Outback, but the food was pretty good. The service was ok. The server was very attentive. My major issue was that it took a long time to get food. It's hard enough to entertain 1 child for a while. The twins were particularly rambunctious this evening. Probably because it was somewhere new. They seemed to like the food, what they didn't toss on the floor anyway. They were pretty bored after that. At least the server was pretty cool about it, even provided some plastic cups for entertainment. I cleaned up as much as I could. Well, we made it through just fine, but then we played around with big brother Will while he spent some tokens in the little games. By the time we finished, it was almost their bed time. So, we said our good nights and headed home. We skipped baths and got dressed after a quick wipedown. These poor kids. It's not like they don't get bathed. It's just so hard to bathe them separately. I mean, there are two of them. So there are nights (like when AF is visiting) I have no desire to run a bath, bathe/diaper/dress one, then bathe/diaper/dress the second, and feed them. Thankfully, there is usually someone around to assist (Yeah Tom and Bryan - and even Will and Grandma too). I just start to wear down around 5 pm so bath time sucks. :) Oh's late and I'm tired. It's way past my bed time. More later!

It's hard!

I worked for 14 years at the same job. I started working when I was 16 years old (at least). I've fried chicken, did gate security for the Rennaissance Festival, pulled cable in the crappiest of buildings, been a babysitter, and waited tables. I've planned Telecommunications for new buildings, documented an entire campus full of voice and data (over 250 telecomm closets in 40 buildings), dealt with electrical contractors/architects/engineers, and activated hundreds (if not thousands) of network connections. But the single most difficult job I have ever performed is the one I am doing right now. I am a Stay At Home Mom (SAHM for those in the know). Now, being a SAHM is difficult enough, dealing with the everyday tasks. Throw in twins and an 8 year old, and it's damn near impossible some days. I don't think I've left the house for any remarkable amount of time for at least 16 months (which is about the time the twins were born). Ok, I did spend several hours a day at GBMC when they were in the NICU. It's been at least 8 months since I've had my hair cut (and highlights, at least a year). I am about 1 month overdue for my blood donation. I have been very lucky to attend a couple of sporting events (which have been at night), thanks for my Mom and Tom. I vaguely remember a Basket Bingo about a year ago (maybe a little less). I think I've avoided grocery stores for the past few months because I can't fit both little boys in a single cart. I do most of my shopping at BJ's just because they have the double cart. Thankfully, they send coupon books and have some good pricing. :) Otherwise, I have to wait until someone else is home to run out. My husband doesn't work "normal" hours. He's not home every night to help me with the kids. Luckily, I have wonderful friends that are happy (or they are very good fakers) to come over and help me out. During the summer months, I think they use me for the pool in our backyard. I'm still not sure why they show up when the pool is closed. It's certainly not my cooking. That's a whole different story. I'm not a very good menu planner. I could plan telecommunications for buildings 3-4 years in advance, but to remember to take chicken out a day ahead of time is really pushing it. I have totally lost track of time...some days I don't even know what day it is. Early on, I had to keep a daily sheet of inputs (milk, vitamins) and outputs (well, you know) just so I wouldn't overfeed/underfeed a baby. Now, it's much easier to see who eats what (Thank goodness). I have so much more I want to write, but I have too much to do now. More later.. :)

Sunday, August 16, 2009

I couldn't think...

of something to review today or yesterday, so I'm going to write about my kids again. :) Sorry if that gets boring, but it's never boring for me. Maybe I'll write something for Twinstock ( while I'm at it. I am the queen of multitasking. Ok, queen is stretching it a bit, but I don't think I do anything without multitasking, so I must rank somewhere. :) Sometimes it takes me like 5 hours to finish a blog. I start it, then comes feedings and cleanings (sometimes for me, but mostly for the kids). Then I get sidetracked and do something on Facebook or read a book or empty a dishwasher. Then I finally get back to it, which involves editing. Anywho..back to my kids. :) I don't usually dress them alike. Among normal reasoning (they are different, why not dress them differently and we don't always have two of everything), I figure if I can quickly tell them apart, it's useful. Dylan is usually always in blue or something with blue on it. Kieran is usually always in green. There are exceptions to that rule. Today, for instance, Dylan has a blue, green, and yellow stripey one piece and Kieran is in brown. If my Mom is here, she dresses them alike. Her reasoning is that people won't ask if they are twins if they are dressed alike. We've proven that wrong time and time again. They could have "Yes, we are twins" on their shirts and people would still ask us. I don't get I'd be offended by someone saying "Oh, what cute twins!". It's not like they are asking me if I am pregnant because I have a belly. Or saying, "What a cute little girl" when they are both boys. They are twins, for pete's sake. They shared my uterus and a bed in the NICU. As of right now, they aren't offended by being called brothers. So, yes, they are twins. No, we didn't plan on having twins. I wanted a girl to round out our family. ONE girl. I answer every question with a smile. But the question that really gets me is the "are you going to try again for a girl?". My answer is "NO!" or "Not a chance in hell" or "I tried for one girl and got two boys, I figure someone is trying to tell me something". I think 3 kids is plenty for us. I wasn't expecting to have three, I think we'll quit while we're ahead.

Friday, August 14, 2009

The biggest mess

Well my twins are still small, so we haven't hit the OMG messes yet. Saying that, we've had some messes. Our biggest one to date is the Birthday Cupcake incident. :) Amazingly, we really didn't have a big celebration for their first birthday...we were having the family up for Easter the next weekend. So, to celebrate their actual birthday, we gave them little yellow cupcakes. At first, they weren't sure. They touched the frosting and tasted it. Once they got a taste for it, it was all over. Kieran took the cupcake and mushed it up. Dylan was a little more deliberate. He picked over the icing a little bit at a time. The end result was frosting everywhere...eyes, ears, hair, etc.

Thursday, August 13, 2009


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I love our Nikon D50, but...

First, the story: It's just so big that grabbing and going is a little inconvenient. And with a set of twins and an 8 year old, I'm all about convenience. If I could shop in 1 store, I'd do it. But, I digress. So, I started a quest, a quest to find an inexpensive, yet good camera to throw into my diaper bag for those on-the-go shots that we usually capture on the cell phone camera. So I went to the Internet to see what I could find. My requirements were small, inexpensive ($100-$150 range), and quick shutter speed. I became extremely spoiled with the Digital SLR. So, I made a list and off I went to Best Buy, Target, and BJs to test out these cameras. I liked the Nikon CoolPix and Kodak M1033. Then Bryan sent me a picture of the FujiFilm Z33WP camera at BJs. I went online and looked it up and was impressed. It had a relatively quick shutter speed, reviews were good, and it came in pink. :) So, onto I went. I found a deal, but by the time I got off of my butt to buy it, it was sold out. So, off to BJ's I went and paid $159.90 for a green one (I was outvoted by the 3 boys).
And now, the review. It's cute, it's small, and it's green. I love the video feature. I love the fact that it's waterproof. Yes, it's waterproof up to 3 meters (or almost 10 feet). The pictures are pretty darn good. The shutter speed is pretty good too. You can catch action shots without missing anything. It's easy to understand and to use. It has a timer and many mode choices (landscape, action, night, underwater, etc). The best part is that it has this scene recognition mode, which makes the best determination for what you're doing. I don't like to mess with buttons or changing anything. I like to just point and shoot. :) I haven't had any of the pictures printed on Shutterfly or at Target, but they look the same on the web.
The only con that I've found is that I needed to buy the sililcone case for it. I was afraid of scratching the lens cover and the screen. The case was $9.48 on Amazon. Oh, and it sinks like a rock. They do have a kit that includes a floaty strap and a case (along with the silicone case) for $19.99 on Amazon too.
There are few pictures above. The first one is the video (taken with the FujiFilm Z33WP) of my oldest dunking his head under water. The next picture was taken with the Nikon D50 and the last one is Will in the water with the FujiFilm Z33WP. Enjoy! :)

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

I feel the need...

To write about my kids today. In between cleaning the house, I just wanted to write about them and how they came into the world. So, let's start with Will. Will couldn't have been a more planned baby if I could have picked his birthday. The pregnancy on the other hand was anything but normal...or at least for me. I didn't know what it was going to be like. I saw my sister who had already had one baby and was pregnant with her second one. I figured it was going to be the same. Non-eventful, 9 months, ending with several hours of labor, then a baby. about 7 months in, I wasn't feeling well and I ended up going to the doctors office. They told me that I was having contractions (not that I felt them) and I should go to the hospital. Well, several hours later, they had stopped the contractions, but told me to go home and stay in bed. I went to the doctor 10 days later and he released me from bed rest, but told me to take it easy. So, I did. about a month after that my water leaked, and I ended up in the hospital again and this time, I wasn't going to leave pregnant. :) We went in at 11 AM on Monday morning. After several tries at induction, and 19.5 hours later, I was wheeled into the OR and out came our first son. Along with William came a softball size polyp that had developed. I never made it past 3 cm dialated and the reason was this mass that was blocking the way. Will was a peanut...just barely on those silly charts through most of his few few months. Then at about 9 months, our pediatrician was concerned about his fontanel closing too early. Off to a neurosurgeon and x-rays. After working really hard to make sure he was seen in a reasonable amount of time, everything was fine. Will had a semi-normal childhood...or at least to us he did. He was 3.5 when we moved, and 7 when the twins were born.

Yes, I said twins. Their birth story is a little more "exciting" for lack of a better word. We finally decided to have another baby after a while and conception apparently isn't that difficult for us. Yeah! I was secretly hoping for a girl. One girl. before my doctor appointment, I wasn't feeling all that great. I had to constantly eat. If I didn't eat, I felt nauseous. All the time. I just figured it was because I was little older and maybe it was a girl. So, at 8 weeks, I went to the doctor for my first prenatal checkup. We went through the normal I was high-risk because of my previous pregnancy, and because I was of Advanced Maternal Age (the dreaded AMA). Dr. Willard (God Bless her heart) brought out the office sonogram and started looking for the baby. Well, we heard the heartbeat and then on the screen, there were 2 black spots. You know when you ask a question that you already know the answer, well, I asked "Why are there two?". In the seconds that followed, I started crying and asking if it was a joke. Yeah, so needless to say, there were twins. And they were confirmed about 4 days later with a full on ultrasound. They were about the same size and everything looked ok. So, if I wasn't high-risk before, I was then. Everything went ok. I was under an extreme amount of stress at work, but nothing out of the ordinary (except some spotting at week 11). Then on a Sunday, 6.5 months in, I started having contractions. I tried everything, I drank water, I rested, then I called the nurse. They sent me to the hospital. We called Tommy and said hopefully we'll be home shortly. Yeah...after several doses of tributilene and boluses of magnesium sulfate, my contractions weren't stopping. Early on, they gave me a steroid to help the development of their lungs, and called the NICU. Once they determined they couldn't stop the contractions, they called the NICU, gave me an epidural, and prepared me for yet another c-section. I got to see them before they were whisked off to the NICU and they did sort of cry, but honestly, it was like I was watching from above my body. I can remember a lot (probably not everything) and it's still a little strange thinking about it. Dylan and Kieran entered the world very prematurely, born at right around the 3 lbs each. They both needed some help with breathing and Dylan wound up on a ventilator for a short period of time. They grew and got stronger everyday. They had some setbacks, but considering their birth, they are amazing. After two months in the NICU, they came home. They are barely on the silly charts, but I don't really expect that to change. They are wee compared to most of the kids that I see, but they are healthy. I still look at the pictures of them in the hospital and know how lucky we are that they came out of it relatively unscathed.
So, that's the story of childrens' births. :) More about them later!

You want honest reviews of stuff...

Well, here goes...

Starting today, I'll review stuff. I don't get out to movies, so don't expect it (please, I have twins...I'm happy if I get a shower). I'm going to start with something that apparently is controversial (Thanks, WBAL), Infant Swimming Resource - Survival Swimming. Let me start at the beginning. I have 3 kids, an 8 year old and (2) 16 months olds - all boys. There is a pool in our backyard (it was there when we moved in). There is no feasible way to put up a fence to just cover the pool area. When the time comes (probably in the next few months), we will begin with sensors/better locks on the doors and possibly a sensor in the pool. Basically, we will take every precaution to prevent the little ones from falling in without us knowing. Yes, this includes parental supervision. I am pretty vigilant about keeping an eye on my kids...saying that, there are times that I am the only adult in the house...and I have to use the bathroom. We have a room blocked off with gates and it's relatively safe (as safe as it can be with two toddlers). As we all know, it doesn't take but a second for them to find something they aren't supposed to be doing. And these aren't the steadiest of walkers yet.
Things aren't perfect in this world, otherwise accidents wouldn't happen. Children wouldn't get hurt. Knowing we had a giant water hazard in our backyard, I started looking for ways to protect the kids. I looked at the Mommy and Me classes at the local swim places (where Will - the 8 year old - took lessons). Not only was it more expensive, but I have a small problem when it comes to those courses. There is nothing wrong with the course itself, but I only have 2 arms. It may not sound like a real problem, but when you have 2 kids taking a course at the same time, it's a real kicker. So, a friend of mine (on Chesapeake Mommies) mentioned that she was enrolling her kids in the ISR program and the instructor would hold the lessons in a residential pool. I had done some research on it a while ago, but I did some more and finally contacted Sara. Arrangements were made and a few weeks later, she showed up for the lessons in our backyard.
Now for the review...ok, not so much a review as my experience with ISR.
First, there is a bit of paperwork to do before they accept you and then, every day (except the weekends), you have to fill out these BUDS (Bowel, Urine, Diet) sheets. It gets a bit tedious, but since I am with the kids everyday, it was relatively simple. Second, the lessons are about 10 minutes a day, 5 days a week. We were extremely lucky considering we used an outdoor pool, we only had to reschedule 1 day due to weather.
Ok, here's was my honest experience:
I'll have to admit, I cried the first day (and the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, you get the picture). To see your kids struggling while someone else is putting them in the water took a lot out of me. To say that they screamed just doesn't cut it! Boy, did they scream. They wailed! I kept waiting for the police to show up at my door and take my kids away. It took all of my willpower not to jump in the pool and pull them out. She never dropped them into the water or hurt them in any way. Sara explained everything she did and she was very patient. After a week, I questioned my decision. After two weeks, I thought my kids would never learn. I mean, I saw some improvement, but I thought for sure they'd be floating like Miles (the little boy in the ISR video on their site). My kids were sinking like stones. Dylan tried to sit up and Kieran grabbed his feet. After the second week, I truly thought about stopping the lessons and going to Mommy and Me. I talked to Sara and she convinced me to stick it out. They were still VERY upset about going into the pool with her. As the next week came and went, I started to notice a little more improvement and while they were still crying, it seemed to be more of a "tired" cry then "I'm so pissed off right now" cry. We still had the neighbors checking in on us (and the occasional BGE guy looking over the fence), but they seemed to understand what was going on (or at least they hadn't called CPS just yet). Here we are in the 6th week (yes, it has taken the twins this long to grasp floating) and Kieran is beginning his lesson in his summer clothes with Dylan not far behind. They float like champs. There is the occasional screech, but nothing like the beginning.
It makes me wish I would've have recorded the earlier lessons to show the difference between their first week and their last. I am poolside at every lesson. I am the one that hands the kids to Sara and takes them from her when they are done. I have seen a remarkable difference in not only their performance, but their demeanor as well. Both still cry at the hand off, but there is less crying during the lesson and none after. If you think that this will make the babies afraid of water, you're wrong. My kids come down from their afternoon nap and point at the pool. They love the water. They are not even a little bit afraid of the pool. They love baths. This is what makes me very confident in my decision to have them in this course. It's just like everything else that has made them cry since they were babies (doctors, canulas, CPAP, shots, Nanny, Pop-Pop, nap/bed time, and the 1000s of other things that I won't mention)...they will not remember these things (or that they were afraid of them), but they will make them stronger. To those who are against the ISR program, you are certainly welcome to your opinion. As for the opinion of the AAP (or the one doctor from the WBAL interview), my kids are not drown-proof, but they certainly have the skills to help if they ever did fall into a body of water. I will NOT rely on the skills they've learned in place of parental supervision. I will NOT rely on the skills they've learned in place of every other safety measure I can take as a parent to protect my children. Just as I pay for insurance and hope I never have to use it, I hope I never have to see my children use these skills in a real-life scenario.
To all of the naysayers that say they will never enroll their children (even IF they had them), I have only one thing to say...Never say never.
To those who are thinking about enrolling their kids the ISR program, do the research. I'm not going to lie, it's extremely difficult to watch your children cry, especially when it was you who made them do it. If it helps, think of it like a vaccination. It hurts when they get that shot and they cry, but in the end, it will prevent an illness, just as the lessons might save their lives. I would do it again in a heartbeat. I would go through the crying and the BUDS sheets and the disruption of the schedule again and again, if it adds a layer of protection to my childrens' lives.
And that's my honest opinion. Take what you want out of it...:)

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

You mean...

You can get free stuff for blogging? I was reading an article the other day that said that some mommy bloggers write just to get free stuff. Sheesh..who knew. I just write to get things off of my chest. If something comes along and I love it, I write about it. Mostly I just write about what bothers me because it's really my only outlet. No one really listens to me. Or I don't feel like dumping on someone. Or I don't feel like hearing the advice or comments that follow. Either way, I just write...or clean...or grumble under my breath. Most times, it's all three.
As for things that I can't live without (besides my kids), disposable diapers, milk, and Chick-Fil-A Sweet Tea. I live by a few sayings and one of them is "Opinions are like..., everyone has one". When I think my opinion matters (or someone cares to hear it), I'll add it. :)

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

I love my kids...

I really do. Early on, as a new mom, I wasn't so sure. I mean, I loved Will. But I went back to work and I felt guilty. I enjoyed my job. I kept telling myself that I would enjoy the time that I had with him more. I thought that something must be wrong if I had to tell myself that. I mean, I had to tell myself that quite a few times. I'm not really a big baby person. I like to hold them, but I'm pretty active. So having this little being that you had to tote around wasn't all that fun. Then, things became really crazy and Will was in school. I stopped having to tell myself that I would enjoy him and actually started looking forward to leaving work and going home to him. When we decided to have another child, it didn't take long. Then, we found out it was twins. I was absolutely mortified. I don't know what shocked me more...the fact that we going to have another baby or that there were two of them. was the fact they were two, who am I fooling? Then, then came early...extremely early. I had to leave a job that loved to take care of babies, which aren't my favorite things.
Initially, it was difficult. I wasn't used to being in the house for weeks at a time. Or not showering every day. Menu planning wasn't (and still isn't) my strongest suit. I usually don't pick something to eat until it's way too late to defrost something. Laundry sucks. Dishes suck, but dishwashers rule. Moms rule. Dads rules (but only part of the time). BJ's Wholesale clubs rule (well at least their carts do). But 16 months later, I finally found out something that will help me open my eyes in the morning. We are only here for a short amount of time (if you put in into perspective). God was good enough to grant me these kids, so why shouldn't I take advantage of the time I have with them? I'm not going to worry about all of those things that I normally worry about and I'm going to go out and have some fun. It may take me a little bit to re-learn things, but I'll make it my goal. I want my kids to enjoy life and experience as much of it as they can. I want them to be happy and have no regrets. I love them...they are my life.

Monday, August 3, 2009

I have twins and they might actually like each other...

Here I sit while my kids (the little ones) fight over a toy. It's very interesting how they interact. It looks like Dylan may be the instigator of the two. Kieran is more laid back, not that he lets Dylan take over. He, initially, will not fight for the toy until after Dylan already has it. That's when the fight begins. I took a video of it for fun (it's posted on and it's amazing that 9 times out 10, that's what happens. Generally, they play together and sit and read books together. They like to rearrange the playroom (aka foyer). My OCD (self-diagnosed, of course) forces me to put it back to what I like. Of course that doesn't stop them from stacking up the toys so they can stand on them to try to escape. I guess they are smarter than I think they are. :)
Once they figure out how to team up, I'm in trouble. :)

Thursday, July 30, 2009

I'm a failure or a quitter..

Today, I received some emails regarding my old job. That set me off on some stupid tangent about how I am a failure...or a quitter. I loved my job. LOVED IT! Yes, I said it. While I loved being with my son, I enjoyed going to work, sitting at my desk, feeling useful. I was involved in everything - new construction, renovations, documentation, everyday moves, adds and changes, and planning. I hoped I was good at my job (I always feared I would get fired - pretty ironic when I look at it now). I always received outstanding reviews, dealt easily with people all over campus, and was happy to run off and deal with anything that needed to be done. I was in the middle of planning several projects when I became pregnant, with twins. I worked out this plan to keep working. I would work from home - while I was on house rest, then take FMLA, then extended sick leave to give me about 6 months at home. Well, they took away my work from home, so that was about 2 months less than I orginally planned. Then, I had the babies 2.5 months early. Well, at that point, I wasn't going back. I had 2 major projects, plus 3-4 non-major projects working, not to mention the network documentation that I had been working on for about 10 years. I had about a week to offload everything to anyone who would listen to what I had planned. Well, now, the new building that I had worked on for 2 years is almost finished and everyone (including a guy they hired to replace me) has been working all hours to get the network (that I designed) installed. It hit me that I left them like that. I felt bad initially. I cried, daily. I found it extremely difficult to even tell Steve (the guy that basically taught me everything I knew) that I wasn't coming back. I felt so bad that I was leaving him with all of the work that I wouldn't be able to complete. Everyone was so nice about it, but I know they are extremely busy. I wish I was there to help them. I know that I should be here, with my kids. I love being home, but it's just not the same. Those people were like my family, I saw them every day. I miss them terribly. I think about them a lot. I know that I should be happy to be home, and I am...but I miss my job. Is that so hard to believe??

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Staring down the chores

If I stare down the chores, who will win? Let's see...dishes would pile up and eventually, we'd either run out or have no counter space. Chores 1 Me 0
Laundry...I don't like dirty clothes. Chores 2 Me 0
Bathrooms...Hmmm. Chores 3 Me 0
I see a common thread here. I guess that means I should get off my butt and get some things done. :) Oh well...I'll be back. Hopefully!

Monday, July 6, 2009

It's a morning...

unlike any other. Well, sort of. My in-laws are in town, my hubby is still sleeping. What's really odd is that Will is still sleeping. Dylan and Kieran are hanging out in their high chairs, eating their breakfast. I look at the piles of folded laundry and feel a little relieved that I didn't fold I have to put them away. I look at the dishwasher and I am very thankful that it can be programmed to run overnight. I've actually had my shower (yeah) and even the dog has been fed. So why do I feel so overwhelmed? I wish I could have a weekend off, but I know that things would be twice as hard when I got back. One day, these kids will be able to spend the night with Grandma. I keep staring at the light at the end of the tunnel. There is a light (or at least I've fooled myself into believing it) and one day, I will reach it. I just hope it doesn't kill me first. :)

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

I am so done...

with summer vacation. While I think it's great that the kids get a break from school, my 8 year old is completely out of control. He has a daily list of chores (simple things, feed dog, water plants, dust, make bed, brush teeth, clean up toys, etc), plus he does a page out of a workbook to prepare for 3rd grade. Nothing major...I mean, I clean toilets, scrub floors, do laundry and dishes, cook meals, and take care of 2 almost toddlers (plus a wide variety of other things). I don't complain about it...I just do it. I don't want to get behind on things, so I keep doing it. He complains about everything. He can play for 8 hours, but the second that he stops (for dinner or camp ends, or the friend goes home), he's angry and screaming that it's not fair. We got home yesterday from camp, and within 1 hour, he had 3 meltdowns with tears and all. I deal with 14 month olds all day and they cried less. I realize that it was a difficult transition for him after the babies were born, but after a year, you'd think he'd figure it out. Or maybe I'm just thinking he's more grown up than he really is.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

What is up...

With all of these celebrities having children out of wedlock? Don't get me wrong, it's not like I have an issue with single moms (or dads). I have nothing but respect (and awe) for them. I think I have an issue with these people, who are supposed to be role models, having sex (and unprotected sex at that) and getting pregnant. It's ridiculous! These people should be more aware of what they are doing, not only behind closed doors, but in front of the camera. Yes, I know, celebrities being responsible isn't going to make "regular" people responsible. But, it might help. I think I am more concerned about the younger generation. I mean, even though there are warnings on cigarette packs, teenagers still smoke. They are more interested in getting on YouTube even if it means being drunk and stupid. I still live my life in order to make my parents (along with myself and kids) proud. There are times that I ask myself a simple question - "What will my mom think?". I look at these videos and while they are funny, I always wonder what their parents think about it or if they've seen it. I just hope some of them don't expect to run for office in the future. :)

What I've learned...

I am, by far, NOT a super coupon clipper. I do clip coupons for the stuff that I would normally buy and I buy store brand for some things. Saying that, I use specific hair products, tooth paste, tooth brushes, and laundry detergent. I also use specific diapers. However, I have learned where to find sales. For the most part, diapers are less expensive at BJs. I don't shop at CostCo or Sams, but I figure they are probably pretty close in price. BJs has a super pack for diapers (we use Pampers) which usually have an instant coupon, along with a coupon in their book. Because I am extremely lucky, I get the diaper coupons from some of my friends and family. So, right now, I have 4 full boxes of diapers. But, I saved $36 on them. It's 144 diapers (Size 4) for $38.
I usually buy bread at BJs as well. They have 2 loaves for $3.98, so I buy 1-2 of them and put them in my freezer. Sometimes, ShopRite has bread on sale too, and when they do, I stock up. Milk is another good purchase from BJs. It's $2.51 a gallon for Whole Milk and $2.37 a gallon for 2%. At Giant (for instance), they have the deal about buy 6 and get 1 free, but their milk is $2.99. So, even if I buy 6 gallons at BJs, I still save more.
As for paper plates, Walmart, Target, or even ShopRite have better prices than BJs. Paper towels are a toss up too. Sometimes BJs has a really good coupon and you get free stuff with it. :)
I'm sure there are tons more examples...but I have to go do some other stuff. :)

Friday, June 5, 2009

Exercise sucks..

So, here I am, sitting at my computer while Will plays with Alex and the little boys play in their playpen. I've resolved to make myself happier by eating better, exercising, and playing more with the kids. I played with Will today after I brought him home from school after his party. And I hung out with the little boys and let them crawl all around me. I got that EA Active for Wii and it's kicking my butt. I like it, but my only complaint is that sometimes, it doesn't pick up that I did the exercise. I don't know if it is the remotes or where I am standing, but I hate having to redo the silly thing. :) At least I am sleeping better... :) I am trying to eat better...eating more fruit and vegetables, drinking more water, and staying away from the fast food and junk food. I think this is the hardest thing to do. I allow myself to have a piece of chocolate here and there, so I don't go too crazy. :) I am just a snacker...I love to snack. Here a cracker, there a granola bar, here some gold's hard not to do that. :) I try to grab an apple or banana. Hopefully, I will start to get back into shape...stupid Wii..

Monday, June 1, 2009

I need to..

be more open to schedule changes. I've been so into our routine that I am afraid that to change it. But if I don't change it, I'll be a slave to it and I don't want that for the summer months. I want to do some fun things and if I am forced to stick to our routine, I am not going to be able to enjoy them. My biggest fear is that the little boys won't get enough to eat or sleep. I know, they'll let me know when they are hungry or tired (they usually do anyways), but it's just more difficult because there are two of them. Each milestone brings me a wash of relief and hopes that things will become easier or least a little more convenient. Only two major milestones to go, walking and talking. They are so close, but just aren't quite there yet. That's ok for now..I have a hard enough time catching up to two crawling kids. I can't imagine chasing after two running kids. I only have a couple more weeks until summer officially begins and all 3 kids are home and need to be entertained. I guess I better get to changing! : )

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

I admit

I think I have totally lost my mind, but I admitted one of my fears to my best friend. I sat there and just blurted it out. I keep telling myself that I think that once I get the house in order, things will fall into place. But deep down, I am afraid of what will happen if it's not true. What if I get everything order and I'm still in this funk? What will happen? What can I blame it on then? I guess I'll cross that bridge when I come to it...I hope I don't have to, I hope that I can get the house cleaned up and organized and then I will be back to myself. Maybe I never will. Maybe I've changed. I figured I would've bounced back by now. I mean, I'm happy, I guess. I get to stay at home with my kids. I finally get time to do those things that I couldn't do while I was at work. I get to sleep in. Well, 1 out of 3 isn't bad. Most people don't even get that. Oh well...we'll have to see. :)


Typically, I would be bored with the rain and would wish for sun. Today, I am happy to see the rain. I'm not even sure why. I am watching the rain fall and thinking about how I could get things done today. I could go downstairs and get some sewing done because I actually have a table set up now. I could pick a bin out of the storeroom and empty it out. I could pick up my book and finish it. I could do any number of things that I need to do...yet I am sitting at the computer, typing and watching the rain fall. I am trying to clear my head...trying not to get overwhelmed. Trying to pick the task that will leave me with the least amount of guilt. I don't know what that is...I should make a list. :) But that will take more of the free time that I don't normally get. I guess I should just get off my butt and do something. So, here I go...

Sunday, May 24, 2009

It's a lazy summer day, but it's not summer...

Today is one of those days that I wish I had a hammock and occupied children. I would just lie out in the hammock, enjoying the day, and read a book. I was all set to just sit on the deck while my 8 year old played outside, but he had to have me do something. I had to draw on the sidewalk with him, then I had to play hopscotch with him. Don't get me wrong, I had fun (but I drew the line at running through the sprinkler), but I rarely get days where I don't have so much to do that I get to sit down. I managed to get him interested in what Daddy was doing so I could run off and get some other stuff done. I got the basement sort of clean, but my book is still glaring at me. Oh well, my sewing area is set up for the next time I get a few free minutes...whenever that may be.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Leave them alone, would ya?

Everyone is looking for their 15 minutes of fame, thinking that it will make them rich. From the outside, being famous seems really cool, but really, it is necessary to follow every step? While I applaud the actions of heros like Captain Sullenberger and Captain Richard Phillips, they did their jobs. I believe they deserve accolades, but I'm sure the attention was very unnerving for them. People like Jon and Kate Gosselin put themselves in the spotllight because of their TV show, but having papparazi chase them to get a photograph is ludicrous. Even if what the media is reporting is true, don't they deserve a little privacy to solve their problems? Who cares if Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick are having twins via a surrogate, the fact of the matter is that they are going to have a very busy life (made even more difficult by the hordes of crazy people scrambling to just get a glimpse of them). More importantly, I'm not even sure why it's news. People get pregnant, raise kids, make mistakes, and get divorced every day without even a mention on the evening news. We survive and, in fact, we enjoy the silence. The celebrities are people; they get up in the morning , they go to jobs and eat food like everyone else. Get over it and let them live their lives...please!

When will people learn?

I am so fed up with people and their lack of responsibility. While there are exceptions to the rule, accidents occur because someone wasn't paying attention, didn't do their job correctly, or cut corners. People blame McDonalds for being obese, for Pete's sake people, put down the Big Mac and go for a walk. They blame tobacco companies for their addiction to smoking or illnesses associated with smoking. While I realize that chemicals are added to make it addictive, it says it on the package. If the idea of contracting a fatal disease isn't enough to make you want to stop, it's not Big Tobacco's fault. I am more and more flustered by teenagers smoking and by teenage pregnancy. I just don't get it, are they stupid? Just because Paris says it's hot, doesn't make it right. What will it take for people to step up and say "My bad, I'll take care of it?" or "I may hate my job, but I will do it correctly". It's time for society to turn around and say "I care and I want to make a difference". It's time for results, so let's get going!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009


So as I was sitting here looking up some stuff on the Internet, with the boys in their chair/swing, I heard a loud thump...Dylan has managed to flip himself over in his bouncy chair. I don't know how he does it. I had purposely separated him from the swing (at least 18" or more) so he could grab it. I just don't get it...this is going to be the kid that I have to rescue from the trees, isn't it? He'll be the one that is jumping in the pool as soon as we put the vest on him, while his two brothers (the 8 year old and the other 1 year old) watch in horror. At least we might have a tattletale who will tell us everything. :)

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

When did I...

become a doormat and let my kids walk all over me? My 8 year old just told his buddy to bring his dead charger over and we would replace it. WTF? Since when did I start doing that? He also wants to open up the XBox with another one of his friends. Far be it from me to stifle creative activities, but I'm thinking that opening the XBox isn't something that a bunch of 8 year olds need to be doing. Last night he was trying to throw phrases at me to confuse me (it actually didn't work), like P1 and P2 and memory drive. Uh, excuse me, but I've been building computers since I was your age. When do boys smarten up?


I still have so much to do, but today I really don't care. I'm sleepy and I'm dreaming of a hammock and a sunny day. The twins woke up early from their nap and I couldn't vacuum again (oh drat). I would like to lie down and have a nap, but they won't let me. :) Now, my tasks for the day are now to take pictures of the stuff I want to sell and iron Will's perler beads creations (finding my iron in the process). At least the cable is fixed. Well, I'm off to find the iron, so I can iron the perler beads, so I can clean off my kitchen counter. Here I go...I'm moving...yep, I'm heading out...blargh!

Monday, May 18, 2009

One Thing at a Time...

Here we go again...another week starts. Today there are sooooo many things to do. I have motivation to do the big things (like clean the basement and put away the winter stuff), but I really can't leave the little things (dishes, laundry, general cleaning). Today is one of those days that I have to do one thing at a time to get things done. Feed kids, check. Feed dog, check. Make Will's lunch, check. Get Will on bus, check. Wash cups/bottles, check. Get kids to take nap, take a shower, get a gate, do laundry, clean toilets, clean floors, feed kids again, iron perler bead things for Will - but first find iron, refill diapers, make beds, and get stuff ready for tonight are on the list for the day. Not to mention get the TiVo receivers out for CM Katie and taking pictures of all of the baby stuff that I am selling. And that's all before lunch...all this while taking care of my little's going to be one of the days...

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Hello World

I struggled with the title of this because there are just so many things that go through my mind. The first one was Help, I have 3 boys. I mean, I am the only female in my house, unless you count the dog. I'm not even sure where to begin. :) What was I thinking was the next option...but I felt that was sort of derogatory...I love my kids (and even my hubby most of the time) and I'm really never sure what I am thinking half the time anyways. WTF was next because that's pretty much how I look at things (along with SNAFU and KISS). There are many more, but I decided to keep it simple, because that's what I strive to do. There just isn't enough time in the day to get everything done, so 9 times out of 10, I wing it. :)
With 3 boys, what else am I going to do?