Sleeping

The girls are passing through a "I don't want to sleep in my crib" phase...and it is really pretty annoying. MA has largely been the culprit, but LK is not without blame.

Our big problem is that if one of them wakes up, we have to decide to either get her, or let her try and go back to sleep. Usually she goes back to sleep...but if we leave her and she doesn't, then the crying gets louder and she inevitably wakes her sister up. Usually the sister is angry about that whole turn of events...

Getting them back to sleep is no big deal...usually they just want a new diaper and they wanna lay down with us. But still, I would rather not get out of bed! We are switching their cribs into big-girl beds soon, which may help, or it may just make it easier for them to come and visit us in the middle of the night...I suppose we will have to wait and see.

One humorous note...now that they can talk, they tend to cry out for someone specifically. They start off whimpering, then it gets louder, and eventually there is a "Mommy" or a "Daddy" in there. Which means, of course, that we sit in bed hoping that they other one gets called:-)

Last night, around 4:45, LK woke up and just couldn't get back to sleep and eventually called for The Boy. Obviously that means good news for me, but when he was getting her, MA must have woken up because she immediately started crying, too...I had gotten as far as removing the covers and putting my feet on the floor when I heard her very clearly say:

"Munchkin"

Hee hee...I am cool with not being needed;-)

Removing the Mask

In my quest to remain slightly anonymous, I have never posted any picture of me here...or of anyone else that I talk about regularly (except the babies when they were really little). While I have sent some of you pictures via email, I have always guarded Munchkin's identity closest of all. I am not sure my reasons for that are totally rational, but I have committed to them.

Today, however, I am presented with a really unique opportunity...I get to show you a picture, without really showing you a picture.

Let's back up. Around noon yesterday, I got a text from BFFg: "holy shit, have you seen the cover of vogue? it is creepin' me out". At that point, I had no idea what she was talking about.

Then an email from another friend a couple hours later. "I was just in CVS and had to do a double take at the magazine rack. If I hadn't have read the name, I would have sworn that Munchkin was posing for Vogue."

Then The Boy came home, and he actually bought the issue because he didn't think I would believe him that the resemblance was that strong (because, of course, I could never find it on my own if he didn't buy it right there!!!)

Finally, while we were walking to school this morning (the one good thing about being back to work is that I get to walk to school with her in the morning) one of her old teachers ran across the street to talk to us, because she was so amazed at the likeness of Munchkin on the newsstand this month.

So, while I have hinted in the past that she bears a striking resemblance, I can now be certain from a variety of independent sources that this picture bears an alarming similarity to my little Munchkin:

Weekends and such

I have always judged the implied reaction to my craziness by how many comments I get from people. As it relates to comments in general, bloggers tend to keep the negative to themselves and publish the positive at will. I occasionally write things that I know to be somewhat controversial, and can reliably count on only agreeable comments (and where there are negatives, they often come anonymously!) Which is fine, I understand that people don't like to pick fights for no reason...even though I think I have a long and consistent record of encouraging disagreement.

So, when I wrote a post last week about motherhood not being all that fun, I could be pretty sure that those who disagree would stay silent and those who agree would do so vocally. Since only three people commented (and yes, all in agreement) I am just going to assume that everyone else thinks that I am a monster! Just go ahead and say it...I can take criticism:-)

Moving on! Pretty busy weekend, and lots of fun. The Boy and I went out with some of his friends on Friday night  (the two girls from this post, and two other people) while Munchkin babysat, and then I met a couple of friends on Saturday for a little relaxing girls' day...yoga, pedis, dinner, drinks, etc. I got home long after the girls had gone to bed, which I am always sort of torn about...I miss them, but seeing them all tucked into bed (with their 400 stuffed animals) is just so stinking adorable...

The Boy went to the Patriots game yesterday, and since one of his friends cancelled at the last minute, Munchkin went, too. While we are talking about adorable things, that qualifies too...I love that they can just hang out. If I am half sister and half mother, then he is 100% big brother. It was quite the game, and the good guys won, so they came home cold but happy:-) The girls had just fallen asleep before they got back, so we ate pizza while they watched the other game and I just sat there thinking about how much fun that was!

One and done...d'oh!!!

Nilsa has a post today that seems timely in my world, and merits some commentary. I feel like I have been getting a lot of question lately about having more children. Which I guess seems logical enough...now would be a pretty normal time to think about having another baby. People I know who had kids within about six months of me seem to be pregnant again in pretty large numbers.

In fact, The Boy raised the issue not two weeks ago, asking if I wanted to think about it. I know he would love to have another one (and not because it might be a boy) and maybe even one more beyond that.

Unfortunately, my laughter was probably not the nicest response.

Honestly, I can't really even describe how ridiculous I think the idea is! We could work out the space issues (we are likely going to move anyway) and we could afford the added expenses...so those aren't the problem. Mostly, I just don't want any more of them, and I am not going to try and justify that with reason! It is a good thing he knocked me up twice at once, because there is almost no chance that I would have signed on for a second pregnancy.

At virtually every milestone, I am thankful to not have to go through whatever that was again...when they sat up, when they started eating solids, when they stopped drinking formula and breast milk, when they started walking and talking and all of that. And soon...potty training! There is simply no way that I am voluntarily going to go back to changing diapers after we move the girls out of them.

I love my little people...but I don't love having kids, if that makes any sense at all. I definitely know women who genuinely love the stages where babies are helpless and need their mother all the time. I get that...and I definitely know women who genuinely love the babbling toddler stage and every other stage between birth and adulthood. Another Mother from day care told me once that she just loves "being a Mom"...and as I think about it, I don't think that I do. I love my daughters so much that I don't mind being a Mom to them, but I don't think that is the same thing.

I am not sure that this comes across the way I mean it...it probably sounds a little bit weird. I guess what I am saying is that I don't take any enjoyment from being needed...I had plenty of experience with that before I had my own kid. I am all set with being needed;-)

This may get me sent straight to hell...so if you need me, I will be there:-)

Watching my language

Nilsa left a comment a minute ago about the ability of children to understand and retain what we say...especially in light of the swearing that goes on occasionally. And that reminded me of a funny story from maybe two weeks ago.

The Boy was taking out the trash, and realized that the bad was leaking, so he exclaimed "Oh shit!" and I told him to watch his language because the girls could understand him. He assured me that they would do no such thing...until about four minutes later when MA looked up at him and said..

"Shit!"

(To be fair, when she says "shirt" it sounds exactly the same, but it was still really funny...)