Tobie here: We’re having a lazy Sunday here. Sometimes I just want to take a day off from being a parent and lounge around the house with the babies, no therapies, no laundry, no bottle washing. I’m sure I’ll be longing for days like that for the next 19 years. Luckily the babies are going along with our lazy day and seem to be pretty chill doing nothing as well. So I haven’t posted in a long time and normally my posts are hormone-driven rants on the brink of insanity so I thought I’d post a happy blog for a change.

First off, our weeks are becoming very enjoyable. Naps are pretty predictable and I’m getting into a routine of when to shower, when to do laundry, dishes, etc. The key is to never sit down. Exhausting, yes, but at least I know that at the end of the day I don’t have all those chores waiting for me and I can doze off at my new bedtime hour of 7:30-8pm. Yeah, you read that right. If anyone had told me a year ago that I would be going to sleep at that hour I would have laughed. I am exhausted 24/7…but since I quit work…it’s not so bad. Hi to all at work! I miss you guys…though I don’t miss feeling like poop. The tiredness from the pregnancy seems to be waning a bit too. Or maybe I’m just optimistic. Speaking of the pregnancy…I am now in week 12. Wow! It’s weird that the trips were born at 24 weeks and I’m halfway to their birthdate. I was thinking back this morning to last year at Halloween (which is next week) and how I went trick-or-treating with my sister and we were only able to walk to the end of the street before I got really tired of lugging my enormous belly around. I am getting quite large, but I guess looking back I’m not even close to the weight I was last year.

So I have one or two gloomy thoughts (I know this was supposed to be a happy posting) then I’ll close with some happy thoughts. Cole’s weight. We all knew my breakdown regarding this was coming. Our GI appt is tomorrow morning and I’m already sick to my stomach thinking about the result of that appt. I’m torn on where to go with the lil guy’s situation…I hate being frustrated with his low intake every day…but if the other option is tubing him that makes me sick as well because he just finally has nothing on his gorgeous face after 9 months of continuous tubing and tape from the O2. But I can’t have him off the growth charts forever. I know it’s up to the doctors and I will be open-minded tomorrow. Still going to worry tonight though. Last thought that is negative…..who is the knucklehead that wanted a 2-story house? Oh right, me. I’m going to do a mini-study to see how many times I go up and down those darn stairs a day. I know I have to do 3 trips in the morning and again at night just getting the babies and their gear up and down. Not including my trips for laundry and getting myself dressed. Anyways as I get heavier and the babies get heavier…I’m in fear.

Okay to summarize this long post….the babies are adorable. I love waking up to their smiles every day even if it is an obscene hour of the morning. I love listening to them “talk” to each other in their cribs. I love blow-drying Paige’s hair. I love Cole’s giggles with Peek-a-boo. Love, love, love.