You know those hateful questionnaire e-mails that you get at least once a week? The ones that ask you to answer 30 questions or so about "interesting" stuff that your friends are dying to know about you? "What time is right now? What are you listening to that is driving you crazy? What color are your underwear?"
Well, dear reader, it is 2:22AM and I am listening to my children cry. They were sleeping like angels until about 20 minutes ago when one of them woke up. I am trying to be a good mother and follow the advice in the "the book"...I changed both diapers, reinserted their pacifiers, and laid them back down so that they can learn to...(what does "the book" call it???) oh yeah, "learn to take themselves back down". Tonight the book is wrong.
I am tired right now, but I can't sleep. I have to keep going in to their room to pat them on the back and tell them that we are indeed still in the house. It's not working. They are crying in chorus now. Lee on the other hand can sleep right through this. I am going to convince myself that that is a compliment. See, he thinks I am such a good mother that I can handle this all by my self! Now don't think that I am resentful. I can't tell you how many nights I have tried to play possum just to give him that middle of the night compliment.
On a lighter note, we are all doing well. Jackson has joined his brother and is crawling. I chase them around all day to try and spare our furniture from teeth marks. The honeymoon is over....no more playing in one stop on the floor surrounded by toys. They can move from room to room with ease. One funny story...yesterday, Tradd had pulled himself up on the rungs of the high chair. He was just hanging out while I washed out the bottles and all of the sudden he begins to cry. The poor thing. His pajamas were no match for the wax on our kitchen floor...he was in a full blown split. After I made sure he had not damaged any thing, I couldn't stop laughing.
Wait? What is that? Silence? 2:47AM.....well, I guess the book was right this time. I wonder if it will last the rest of the night...Oh, yeah and my underwear are white.
Hard to believe it...our babies are crawling! I've watched in anticipation each day as they've tried out new techniques for moving from one place to the next. I'm told that all babies are different when it comes to when they crawl and how they do it. Our progression has gone something like this...first, "steamrolling". Rolling over toys, each other, and sometimes they would throw in a sequence of multiple rolls to show off. Next, they were up on all fours for a few minutes then immediately went back to "skydiving" (that's what I call it when they lay on their stomachs with arms and legs flailing). Then came the ever popular "worm"...and to think that they had no idea that they had tackled one of the hardest dance moves of the 80's. And finally today, Tradd pulls off the real deal. He starts moving one leg in front of the other as if he knew how to do it all along and has just been dragging it out to amuse me...don't fret over Jackson, he'll follow right behind his brother...I think he is just still listening to my quiet whispers at night when I beg them not to grow up....
p.s. Jackson is the one making the funny face...Tradd is the other...