Well, it appears to be happening – life is settling down.
While I would love to imply that we have everything under our complete control that would be a foolish implication, and to say it outright would be a bold-faced lie.
So, we have some things under a little bit of control. That’s fairly accurate.
Rhett and Ayla go to bed sometime around 8-8:30. They sleep until 5-5:30, then they wake up to eat, and go back to sleep until 8ish. So, with my alarm set for 6:15, I get almost a full night’s sleep. As close as I can expect any time soon, I suppose.
I have to say that through all the stuff it feels like we’ve gone through, it really hasn’t been that bad. It’s been busy, yes. And I likely wouldn’t choose to have twins again, but now that they are sleeping better, being a dad is more fun than work…for now.
They aren’t crawling yet, nor are they talking, asking questions, running around pulling things out of cupboards, or trying to see who can jump down the most stairs with the least injury. That’s when it’ll be work again.
So, the 30-second update of the last 3 months… in random order, because that’s the way my mind “works”…
- mice in the house. Moved to B’s parents’. Caught 8 in traps, plus had exterminator come to house tofind hole. He couldn’t find one and decided that they must have run in the house when I was pulling the deck down. 30 seconds of brush clearing close to our house, and I found a hole. A large hole. Plugged it with steel wool and half a can of that sticky, expanding goop. No mice since. And, I haven’t been hunting mice for 12 years.
- Slowly adding solids to the babies’ diet. Rhett poops 17 times a day. Ayla poops once. I like Ayla. Sweet potatoes seem to be the current favourite.
(Before you freak out about favouritism, I love both of my children equally. I just like Ayla more.)
- Did I mention that they’re sleeping better?
I think that sleep is taken for granted when you are without children. It becomes a focal point of your life once it’s missing. Now that it’s back, it seems not so bad to miss a little here and there. Or is it that it seems worse? … … …
- Rhett is giggling much more easily now. He is ticklish, and loves to be scared…but not too scared. Otherwise he cries.
- Ayla doesn’t giggle so much as squeal with delight. At least that’s how I’m choosing to interpret it when she screams as I swing her around in circles. Gently.
Ah, the adventure. I love it. Feel free to drop us a line, or book a time to come by and visit! We’d love to have you – providing we know you.
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- ajh
