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“Yo mamma so stupid it takes her 2 hours to watch 60 minutes”

Mike drew this for me for Mother's Day. (Missing faces are kind of his thing.)

Mike drew this for me for Mother’s Day. (Missing faces are kind of his thing.) Creepy, but sweet.

It’s Mother’s Day. And for the first time, it’s my day.

Although I’ve held the title for more than 9 months now, it still seems so hard to believe sometimes. That I’m a mom. A mother. I have children. All of those “Yo mamma” jokes are about me now.

As I’ve mentioned before, growing up I was always so terrified of having kids. I had never been a “baby person”. I just didn’t see the appeal. Everything babies did made me gag. All that drooling, spitting up, pooping… No thanks. I didn’t want any part of it.

Yet here I am. A mother — of twins no less — and enjoying the hell out of it.

Sure, there are days that really test my patience. Days where I wish I could just stay in bed and let the girls fend for themselves. Hell, I don’t exactly love getting spit up on. Or changing poop-filled diapers. Or getting sneezed on by someone with a mouth full of pureed peas (totally happened the other day). Yet despite the unpleasant messes it brings, motherhood has been an amazing experience so far.

Looking at those little faces and knowing that I made them… That they came from my body and here they are now… these little people, laughing and playing. It’s beyond incredible.

I feel so lucky to have been given this gift of motherhood. As sappy as that sounds, I truly mean it from the bottom of my heart. It really is a gift, and I hope that I always embrace it — split pea sneezes and all.

A little bit of happy.

I started drafting a “real” post, but in light of all the crummy things going on in the world right now, I thought I’d just share a couple of uplifting videos instead. (And I might be experiencing a bit of writer’s block too, but let’s keep that on the down-low.)

First, the much talked about national anthem from the Sabres/Bruins game in Boston the other night. I wouldn’t say that I’m a very patriotic person, but this most definitely brought tears to my eyes. If you haven’t seen it yet, check it out. If you already have, it’s worth seeing again. :)

Next, the 5th installment of “2 weeks in 2 minutes” (early April edition). Cute babies make people happy, yes? It also features a couple embarrassing photos of Mikes as a young nerdling. Guaranteed chuckles at his expense!

And last, but certainly not least… the great Mitch Hedberg. I discovered him in the mid-90′s and still kick myself for not seeing him when he came to Buffalo in 2005, the same year that he died. (Crap, this is supposed to be uplifting…ugh.) Just watch it!

We’re gonna need a bigger photo album…

The girls’ nursery doesn’t get too much use during the daytime, which is sad since it’s such a cozy little room. So a few days ago, as we were getting the girls ready for their baths, I decided to do a quick photo shoot in there. The lighting was perfect, so I thought the shots would be awesome. And they probably would have been… if I had bothered to adjust my camera’s white balance setting from “incandescent” to “sunlight”. Whoops. My bad, yo.

Luckily, with a little help from Picasa, I adjusted the color enough to make the photos look “warmer”. They still look kinda “off”, but I actually kinda like the end result.

Okay, enough babble… Enjoy “Pre-Bath Fun with the Rosebuds”…

Rawwwr!

“Wait, hold up mom…”

"My ear is stuck under this bow thing..."

“My ear is stuck under this bow thing…”

"Can you move it? ...No?"

“Can you move it? …What? …No?!”

"BWAHAHA Mom said no! Sucks to be you, Chloe!"

“BWAHAHA Mom said no! Sucks to be you, Chloe!”

Can you maybe try a different angle? Or crop my ear out?

“Can you maybe try a different angle? Or crop my ear out?”

Go take some shots of Ev now mom...

Go take some shots of Ev now, mom…

Huh? My turn?

“Huh? My turn?”

Look mom! I'm a birdie!!

“Look mom! I’m a birdie!!”

Now I'm a... um... slug.

“Now I’m a… um… slug.”

We're done mom... just bathe us already.

Alright, we’re done mom… just bathe us already.

One year later…

Well, that was fast.

Tuesday marked my big one-year blog anniversary. Needless to say, I had quite the party. What? You weren’t invited? Man, you totally missed out then. Martha Stewart went all out on my rosebud-themed decorations & fancypants 5-course vegan dinner. Oh, and my dear friend Oprah surprised all of my guests with pink-hued cars of their choice. Good times.

So yeah, as you can imagine, a lot has changed since my very first blog post.

Remember this? (Mike edited it a bit since the last posting):

Clearly, I’ve had my little rosebuds. That whole “getting them out of me” thing was no fun. Nor was the pain/constipation that followed. Not being able to poop is no joke.

Speaking of poop, double the babies means double the crap. Literally. I’ve changed more poopy diapers than I could have ever imagined… and it’s far from over. Wanna know exactly how many diapers I’ve changed? (Of course you do!) Welp, you’re in luck, cos there’s an app for that!

According to “Baby Connect”, I’ve changed a total of 1281 diapers since August. — But wait! There’s more! That’s only for Chloe. Little Everly produced 1289 bundles of goodness. So, in the last 7 months, Mike and I have changed at least 2570 dirty diapers. Holy. Crapola.

I never thought I’d get used to something as unpleasant as changing a diaper, but I have.

I also never thought I’d be able to suction boogers out of a baby’s nose without gagging.
Or get peed on and not freak out.
Or laugh while someone’s pooping on me.
Or love someone SO DANG MUCH.

I’m a totally different person than who I was a year ago. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like it, and I have to remind myself that “I have babies!!”. But yup, I’m a freakin’ MOM now. I created LIFE. No, I created TWO LIVES. At once! How awesome is that? (Pretty daaamn awesome.)

As someone who’s never been the “mothering” type, who’s never been comfortable around babies, it’s hard to believe how much I’m digging this new role. I love being a mom. It’s truly the best thing I’ve ever done. And as trying as the days may be, with teething/feeding troubles/middle-of-the-night freakouts… It’s all so, so worth it.

Their existence, just the fact that they’re here, brings more joy than I ever could have dreamed.

These guys could poop on me all day & I'd still the heck out of 'em. (Ok, maybe not ALL day.)

These guys could poop on me all day & I’d still love the heck out of ‘em. (Ok, maybe not ALL day.)

Don't poke the poor turtle's eye out, Ev.

Don’t poke the poor turtle’s eye out, Ev.

Okay, the turtle's safe now. Good.

Okay, the turtle’s safe now. Good.

Aw, crap... Now she's gonna attack her sister. Watch out, Chloe!!

Aw, crap… Now she’s gonna attack her sister. Watch out, Chloe!!

Time to put the camera down...

Someone’s been watching too much “Walking Dead”…
That’s a kid’s show, right?

Almost forgot — Here’s the third installment of “2 weeks in 2 minutes”. Enjoy!

Nope, still not gonna cooperate.

Wow — where did the last month go?? I feel like I just posted their 6-month photos yesterday. Damn you, February! Way to be shorter than the rest of your friends. Pssh.

The girls are now 7 months old. 7 months!

What happened to those teeny pink babies that we brought home? The scrawny, wrinkled bodies that we were so afraid of breaking… Those long, skinny arms and legs that reminded us of ET (sorry girls!)?

They’ve come a long way from those fragile, 4-pound new baby days… No longer do they just lay around, occasionally treating us to little goat-like cries.

These days they can babble, roll, and laugh. They tug at daddy’s beard and play with mommy’s jewelry. They jump in their bouncer like they’ve been doing it for years. They eat cereal. When placed on their back, they strain their necks to try to sit up. They refuse to sit still and squirm in our arms like no one’s business.

It’s only a matter of time before they’re mobile. They want it so badly. Then the real fun will begin… Yikes.

Someday they'll enjoy their photoshoots. That day is NOT today.

Someday they’ll enjoy their photoshoots. That day is NOT today.

"Lay DOWN Ev! Let's get this over with!"

Chloe: “Lay DOWN Ev! Let’s get this over with!”

"Sup, mom? Didn't we just do one of these?!"

Ev: “Sup, mom? Didn’t we just do one of these?!”

"I won't look at the camera... I WON'T look at the camera..."

Chloe: “I won’t look at the camera… I WON’T look at the camera…”

"Chloe doesn't wanna cooperate, mom. What a turd."

“Chloe doesn’t wanna cooperate, mom. What a turd.”

Chloe: "Nope, not looking..."

Chloe: “Nope, not looking…”

Ev: "Check it out, Chloe... I'm not gonna look at the camera either."

Ev: “Check it out, Chloe… I’m not gonna look at the camera either.”

Ev: "Chloe! Chloe! Look at me! I'm doing it too!"

Ev: “Chloe! Chloe! Look at me! I’m doing it too!”

"Why's Chloe ignoring me, mom?"

“Why’s Chloe ignoring me, mom?”

Ev: "Being her twin SUCKS."

Ev: “Being her twin SUCKS.”

Chloe: "I win again!! Are we done here?"

Chloe: “I win again!! Are we done here?”

To half-birthday, or not to half-birthday…

Ok, imma just go ahead and say it: I think this recent trend of celebrating your “half-birthday” is bullshit.

There is no half birthday. It’s either your birthday or it isn’t. There’s no “halfway mark”. No mid-year hump to get over. You simply get ONE day. No “birthday weeks” or “birthday weekends”. ONE. EFFING. DAY.

However…

TODAY IS TOTALLY THE TWINS’ HALF-BIRTHDAY!!!

6 WHOLE MONTHS ALREADY! AHHHH!!!

Ahem… So yeeeeah, like I said, half-birthdays only count when you’re babies who don’t know any better. ;)

Now that I’ve got that squared away, let there be cute!

No smiles today... Guess they didn't buy into the half-birthday crap either.

No smiles today… Guess they didn’t buy into the half-birthday crap either.

Mom, half-birthdays are total bullsh*t.

“Mom, half-birthdays are total bullsh*t.”

Aaaand there's the pout.

“This is boring.”

Hands are neat.

“I guess I’ll just twiddle my thumbs… Hands are neat.”

"Where's our half-birthday cake?"

“Where’s our half-birthday cake?”

Chloe's looking for the cake too...

“Chloe wants some too… Where is it, moooom?”

"We're waiting..."

“We’re waiting…”

.....

…..

WORST HALF-BIRTHDAY EVER.

“WORST HALF-BIRTHDAY EVER.”

The girls are full of…

smiles!

Well, on good days anyway… But I’ll take it!

Happy Chloe!

Happy Everly!

Of course it’s only fitting that as I’m typing this, they’re being fussy little turdies… ;)

A lot can happen in 1 minute & 36 seconds.

Here it is! The time lapse project that Mike & I started at 17 weeks is now complete!

It could have been longer, but frankly, being pregnant made me lazy. Very lazy.

Some days, just getting me to drag my bloated booty upstairs to the nursery was like pulling teeth. Not to mention the fact that I couldn’t be bothered to put on makeup most of the time and was paranoid that I would look hideous. Oh, and then there was the whole “stuck on bedrest from 28 weeks” thing, resulting in a shorter than intended video.

Thankfully, despite all the setbacks, we got it done and it turned out pretty darn (darn? yeah, I’m a mom now) well.

I’m soooo glad we did this! :)

Mike’s little doodle (ha!) and a 22-week bumpdate.

twin love pregnancy doodle

Mike made this little doodle on his iPad yesterday. Awwww!

Yesterday my little uterus residents hit the 22-week mark. They grow up so fast! ;)

I’ve never done an official “bumpdate” post, so I figure I should give it a go. — Even though I don’t have a current photo of my big ol’ belly (it’s big, trust me!). Mike takes daily photos of my monstrosity, so I’ll try to post one in a few days. But for now, simple black text must suffice…

How far along? 22 weeks and one day. Time is really starting to fly by!

Weight gain/loss: Ugh. This topic makes me nervous. My pre-pregnancy weight was 136. I didn’t gain anything during my 1st trimester due to the constant nausea. The doctors didn’t seem concerned, so I tried not to worry as well. I’m currently between 144-149 — it fluctuates every day. I have a Dr’s appointment tomorrow, so hopefully they’ll assure me that I’m doing alright. Fingers crossed.

Feeling: Not too bad. Much better than 1st trimester. I mostly just feel tired/exhausted. And BIG. Simple tasks totally wipe me out — like doing laundry & carrying the clothes up to our bedroom. Perhaps TMI, but I can no longer see my nether-regions when I look down. Yikes.

Maternity clothes? I bought maternity leggings that I wear pretty much every day. Aside from that, all of my “normal” clothes still fit, since I mostly wear dresses & flow-y shirts. Mike always told me my clothes were too big & made me look pregnant… Maybe I was just planning ahead?

Sleep: Oh, sleep… How I miss you. Between never getting comfortable, trying to avoid laying on my back, struggling to make friends with my new body pillow, and getting up to pee every 10 minutes… Sleep has been… HARD.

Food cravings: I haven’t really had any. There are things I eat a ton of, but I did that before I was pregnant too. Lately, tons of watermelon. I can’t get enough. mmmm

Movement? Finally started feeling them moving around on a daily basis. Still hard to tell if I’m feeling them both, or just one moving around a lot. Sort of wish this wasn’t my first pregnancy, so I could have something to compare it to.

What I miss? SLEEP! But I guess I should start getting used to that now…

What I’m looking forward to: Seeing them on the ultrasound tomorrow! One of the best things about having a twin pregnancy — So many ultrasounds! Getting to see them moving around in there makes all the icky parts of pregnancy feel totally worth it. :)

Damn you, Google!

Uhhhh…

I just found out that “2 Little Rosebuds” is a Gospel Bluegrass song by some guy named Red Ellis.

I’m a little weirded out…

2 Little Rosebuds

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