I know this is the biggest understatement of the century, but toddlers are exhausting. Especially when there are two of them. Having infants was tiring, but this is a whole different kind of tiring.
I miss the twins when I'm at work all week and I always look forward to actually getting to hang out with them on the weekends. But then the weekend comes and all I want to do is... well... nothing. And doing nothing is not exactly one of their favorite pastimes, believe it or not.
So with that being the case, we had a weekend full of the opposite of nothing. There was time at the playground, there were meals out, there were meals in, there was running around the house and acting like wild banshees, there was church, there was a visit to one of the local pre-Halloween carnivals, and thankfully for me, there were two child-free escapes with Allison.
(Allison and I would like to apologize in advance, by the way, for having close-to-identical blogs from this point forward. Sorry, but not that sorry.)
So yes, it was a full weekend, but perhaps the most important thing to note is that we successfully executed a Pinterest-inspired craft! The twins' daycare is creating its own pumpkin patch out of pumpkins that are decorated by all of the students, and while an activity involving two 18-month-olds and knives sounded like a blast, we opted for painting rather than carving.
Behold, our Pinterest success story:
Step 1: Place tape on pumpkin and trace letter.
Step 2: Cut letter out and remove remaining tape.
Step 3: Let children fingerpaint on/around the taped letter.
Step 4: Remove tape while paint is still relatively wet.
And there you have it!
For the record, much to no one's surprise, Brian was the more "fun" fingerpainting supervisor and I was the one getting worked up about the paints mixing and about Colby trying to paint everything besides the actual pumpkin. Thankfully for this OCD mama, this was a very quick craft project :)
Let me go ahead and get the excuses out of the way by stating that it has been a very busy week! I had a lot going on at work and my mom was in town visiting, so all of my evenings (aka: blogging time) have been occupied.
Relatedly (not that this is an excuse but more so a declaration of my lack of self-control), I have been majorly stuffing my face this week. Tortilla chips, cookies, Halloween candy, you name it. So maybe for Halloween, I will be a diabetic. That should impress all of the neighborhood trick-or-treaters, right?
All I really have to share with you is an introduction to a major source of entertainment in our house as of late: Bitty Baby. Bitty Baby is the baby version of an American Girl doll and my mom got Clara one for Christmas last year. (Um, how did I not know that they sell Bitty Twins?!) (And, um, how annoying is the word "bitty?")
The twins had generally not taken notice of the doll for the past 18 months (although you can see Brian using it here to lure Colby to crawl for the first time), but recently discovered her in the toy box. Clara is sweet with her, occasionally giving her a kiss and giving her a pacifier, but loses interest in her quickly.
And as for Colby's initial reaction? Well let's take a look:
I know, we are awesome and compassionate parents, right? This type of interaction went on for a day or two, and then gradually he started treating it as a game where he'd want us to chase him with the baby and he'd laugh and give her a hug. And then before we knew it, a friendship had blossomed...
Now as soon as he wakes up, he sleepily asks, "Bay-bee?" and requests her presence periodically throughout the day. Don't get me wrong- this guy still very passionately loves his "guh-guhs" (dump trucks) and "beep-beeps" (cars), but I can appreciate that he's staying in touch with his sensitive side ;)
Any unexpected toys become favorites at your house?
I'm going to be honest: this weekend was not perfect. In fact, many parts of it were pretty darn irritating and I lost my temper with my husband, my children, and several inanimate objects more times than I can remember. But thankfully, even this glass-mostly-empty kind of gal can admit that even the most imperfect weekends have enjoyable moments sandwiched in between the moments when you want to run away from home.
(And in case any of you are fretting that anything major went legitimately wrong, the answer would be no. But some of us get really bent out of shape when things don't go according to plan, and simple things like uncooperative weather, whiny children, and inexplicable 5:45 am toddler wake-ups can easily ruin a day or two.)
The pumpkin patch was hot and there was no shade and it was humid and the pumpkin set-ups were not photo-worthy and the children were acting like wild banshees, BUT we made the most of it and hit up the local pumpkin display at HEB to get some pictures. Yes, we took our requisite pumpkin pictures at a grocery store. And we didn't even buy any after we were finished. But when your sister has a fancy pants camera and the main subjects are as cute as these, the setting doesn't really matter, now does it?
I know, seriously, right?
You wouldn't know it from these pictures, but genetically, these kids are half siblings!
Nope, he is not, in fact, cross-eyed.
Oh, how I miss the days when a fake sneeze was all it took to get these two to smile on command.
I was generally in a foul mood for the rest of the morning and already very exhausted from Clara's early morning antics, BUT we did get in a walk to the Shipley's nearby and the twins were really pumped about their donut holes. And Clara was so tired that she couldn't seem to find the motivation to finish chewing up and swallowing this one.
The Aggies were beaten to a pulp, therefore putting my husband in a very lousy mood, and I was fairly certain I was going to voluntarily ask CPS to come pick up my children just to relieve me from the responsibility of parenting, BUT because we were losing so terribly, Brian didn't mind getting out of the house, which meant we got to enjoy a Mexican food outing to Lopez with the Cruikshanks.
We were running behind before church on Sunday morning and I was snapping at everyone and insisted we didn't have time to stop to get Brian coffee even though we really did, BUT I really enjoyed the service and we got to eat pumpkin pancakes for breakfast.
The twins took a decent nap, we spent some time playing at the Olivers' house, we visited the pet store, we checked out a new (to us) playground, and ate dinner at Smashburger for a total of less than $15, so I would say Sunday afternoon/evening was a win!
And now it's Monday, and no matter how the weekend went, I know I'll be sad when I head into work this morning and my crazy little family and I all head our separate ways.
So did y'all hear that my twin sister moved less than a mile away from me? Probably not, because I'm sure I haven't mentioned it much. But despite my silence on the subject (ha, as if I'm silent on any subject), I'm pretty pumped about it. SO pumped that I took a vacation day on Tuesday to hang out with her and her kiddos and help them get settled.
I don't know how much help I actually was, but I enjoyed getting to take a day off of work and have a glimpse into what life is like as a SAHM. I even got a cake pop along with Davis when Allison made her daily completely sporadic Starbucks run.
From my limited stint as a stay-at-home-aunt, I can attest to the following:
1. It was a very long day.
2. It was an exhausting day.
3. According to FitBit, I took a lot more steps than I do on normal weekdays (like 4,500 more).
4. I found myself wanting to sit around and eat, both out of boredom at some points ("Curious George" episodes are ok the first time around, but get old quickly thereafter) and as a response to stressful situations at other points. I guess #3 balances this one out and prevents SAHMs from weighing 500 pounds?
Props to you, SAHMs, for enduring the hardest (albeit the most rewarding) job there is, day in and day out. And props to you for staying sane, because I know it can't be easy. But hanging out with kids this cute sure must help ;)