Let’s Get This Party Started

Things are starting to change.

Gone are the days where I was able to leave the babies on the floor, content to lay there and stare at the intricacies of their hands. They are curious now. They are reaching for things (read: everything). They are moving. I like to call this particular phase “ooo, shiny!”

This morning my alarm clocks went off at 5am, two hours earlier than normal. In what I can only guess was some kind of initiation into what lay ahead, I begrudgingly got out of bed to take on the roll of “baby feeder and entertainer”, also known as mom. I figured, at least, that I’d get my workout in if I was forced to be out of bed this early.

I got Miles out of bed and placed him on the floor while I left the room briefly for I don’t even remember what, but by the time I got back, he had found a partially eaten cheerio on the floor and decided to finish consuming it. I sighed, but was relieved it was at least edible. Working out wasn’t so bad, but they began to lose their patience with the toys on the floor near the end so I resorted to tickles while attempting stretches and crunches. After that I took them downstairs and this is where the fun really  began. I put both down in front of a toy and went downstairs (our house has 3 floors) to make coffee and grab my super healthy Pop Tart breakfast (Bryan was in the room, in case you were wondering).

When I got back upstairs, Miles had discovered an “ooo shiny!” and was chewing on it. I fished the wrapper out of his mouth, shook my head and sighed. He can’t even get anywhere quickly yet and already we are contending with discovery of the mysterious object that found its way into his mouth. Anyway, I sit both babies on the floor and start breaking of the crust of the pop tart to share, because sometime in the last few weeks I was no longer able to eat anything without sharing it (a topic for another post I plan to share soon). I placed my coffee mug out of reach, because you know,  I’m no idiot and watch as both babies stuff themselves with their part of my breakfast. Once it’s gone Miles is content to play for a bit and I discover an uneaten piece, so I place my coffee cup down (because, as it turns out, I AM an idiot) and proceed to grab it to feed to Abby.

Big mistake.

In .5 (read: point 5, not 5) seconds she has a hold of my mug and tips it over, spilling some of the contents on the floor. Naturally, the carpet spray is downstairs (because why would it be upstairs where I need it?) so I fetch it and begin to sop the spot up with a washcloth. Before I spray it I move her a couple feet away explaining (like she knows) that I have to move her so she doesn’t get into the cleaner and here is what happens when I put her down:

Abby: waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!

Me: Miss Abby, I’m moving you so you don’t, like, get POISONED!!!!

Abby: waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!

Couple that with the fact that I realized this morning that I only plucked one eyebrow yesterday, and I think its time to officially say: lets get this party started.

Posted on February 6, 2014, in Family, Motherhood, twins and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.

  1. Good morning! Sounds like the fun place to be! So glad you shared your morning with us! :) you’ve got to love those babies!!

  2. Lol! Get that other eyebrow girl!!

  3. This is just too funny! What a morning. :)

  4. Too funny. My sister is going through this same thing with her 8 month old. She sent me a pic yesterday titled “troublemaker in her new home” and she was “caged” in her pack n play so my sister could finish something as she is crawling all over these last few days. I enjoy your blog and its twin perspective. I am expecting boy twins in June!

  5. oh this made me laugh out loud! i am glad you post this type of honest “day in the life” stuff because it is helping me prepare myself mentally for what is to come!

  6. And they say being a mom isn’t as hard as a 40 hr a week office job…they are right.. It’s HARDER because its a constant 24/7, even when your back is turned, asleep, trying to shower, trying to eat and feed 2 more …love your anecdotal tone. I understand as well, and have 3 myself. :)

  7. Oh how I miss the days of them staying in one spot! This walking and running in opposite direction stuff is for the birds! ;)

  8. Ha! Awesome (I hear the one eyebrow look is in). Ps: do do the post about food! I’m curious about that.

  9. Awwww poor Theresa! Hahaha I sat here laughing throughout this post because, well, it is funny! But I’m so sorry that now your meals are no longer yours for the next several years and life is ramping up to becoming really chaotic. You are the best person for this job though and you will handle it with such grace you’ll make me feel like a shmuck – wihtout even being mom yet haha! Love you girl! And those cute lil babies of yours!

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