Baby/potty update

Baby: 33 weeks now, but I think he turned! Hubs took pics of my crazy old wives' tales efforts, which I will OBVIOUSLY not share with you, but will be a good laugh for us someday! Beginning Tuesday, I've been feeling Baby's hiccups down low near my left hip, which I'm taking as a good sign. Last week his hiccups were at the top of belly. I won't know for sure until my next appointment on the 29th. We are praying he stays put so I can attempt a successful VBAC, and avoid another c section. Otherwise, he's making me tired, hungry, grouchy, sleepy....wait a minute, aren't those the seven dwarves? Well, I've been every one at least once this week!

Potty: what shall I say? Since my potty meltdown on Monday, I've been trying to take a more laid back approach, keeping N in pull-ups. But it's backfiring a bit because N is still having accidents and today M, who was staying dry for days at a time, wet 4 times. Perhaps it's because we've been outside so much he's not thinking about it? I asked Hubs to show him how to pee on a tree we dubbed the "pee pee tree," and while it seemed to work momentarily, it also backfired. He refused to use the potty when we were inside, insisting on the tree, then of course having an accident when we wouldn't take him outside to pee. (sigh)

While I hoped the boys would be further along 2+ months into potty training, I guess it's to be expected. I take solace in knowing that many of my two year old twin mom friends are experiencing similar challenges. These are things I wish I could tell the random strangers at Target when they say, "I always wanted twins!" But I don't because I know they were sincerely complimenting us.

That's it. Baby's getting big and strong, boys are wonderful, and even though the accidents are maddening, somehow it seems a small price to have a week of sunshine and 70 degrees in the middle of March in MN.

Scone Snack

I snapped a few pics of the boys eating their snack outside on the deck yesterday afternoon - it was a leftover Caribou Coffee blueberry scone from our visitors earlier in the day.  They asked what it was, and deciding not to make up words, I told them, "a scone."  They snacked for a couple of minutes, but spotted their cozy coupes and were no longer interested.  We were outside for a while, playing nearby Hubs' open office window, when M cried out, "I need to go eat my scone!  Bye!"  and scurried back up the deck to his drying-out snack. 
I heard Hubs' laughing out loud from inside, asking, "WHAT did he just say?"
"He's going to eat his scone," I repeated.
"SCONE?"  he asked, incredulously, as if M were suddenly British, taking tea with scones and clotted cream.
"Well, I told him what it was.  It's not a doughnut or cookie....what would you call it?"
He paused, then said, "A scone....are there more?"

Snacks in the sunshine from here on out!

Gotta eat my scone!

It's good.

Welcome Spring!

More like, welcome summer!  Today was about 70 degrees, simply glorious for Minnesota in March.  Grandpa A is visiting, so we put him to work helping move the outdoor furniture to the deck, walking to the playground and pushing kids on the swings.  Then after our THIRD, yes, THIRD meal on the grill this week and our first outside, Grandpa treated us to the recently-reopened-for-the-season Dairy Queen! 

N's pre-DQ swinging smiles

I love you, DQ!

Ice cream cone refresher course for M

Curly Q

Thanks, Grandpa!

P.S. See those girls in the background?  They were running around shortly after this pic (and a bit too close to the road for my comfort) and N was watching them intently, desperately wanting to run with them.  Then they all piled into a minivan and took off.  We hadn't spoken to the family at all, but as they drove away, N called out, waving, "Bye, bye, pink one!  Bye, bye green one!"  So funny that he's already watching the girls! 

New Every Morning

Today, all is well.  The sun is shining, the boys are napping, and I am showered, dressed and in my right mind. 

I guess I'd have to back up a little bit to explain that one.  The best analogy that comes to mind is that Bible story about the demon-possessed man whom Jesus healed - he sent the demons into the pigs who then jumped off the cliff and drowned.  Remember that one?  Mark 5:15 says, "When they came to Jesus, they saw the man who had been possessed by the legion of demons, sitting there, dressed and in his right mind" (emphasis mine).

Okay, maybe I wasn't QUITE as crazed as the Madman possessed by demons (gosh I hope not), but today I am definitely feeling like I've been healed, dressed and in my right mind!  My husband will testify that he's never quite come upon the scene that greeted him at 5:30 last night:

N sobbing, sitting on his white potty, M crying in his room, afraid of me,  who was yelling, hollering, and overall just being EXTREMELY unpleasant about the 7th potty accident of the day...in underpants...with sticky tar poop...and urine all over the carpet.  So much so that I had to change MY clothes and scrub out the laundry sink.  That's all I'll tell you about that.

I will tell you that my Hubs is an angel, sent by God to be the yin to my yang (if that can even make sense.)  He took over for the rest of the night while I decompressed, showered, and basically went to bed early. 

I'm going to blame it on pregnancy hormones. But I will also do as Jesus told the man: "Go home to your own people and tell them how much the Lord has done for you, and how he has shown mercy on you." Mark 5:19.

Thank you God that your mercies are new every morning.  Great is they faithfulness. Lamentations 3: 22-23.

32 Weeks Baby Update

Good News: blood pressure good, baby heartbeat good, weight good (resist urge to hug doc)!

Bad News: baby is still breech

Good News: doc says there is still time, twin mom friends say there is still time, I have 3 weeks to keep up my silly home remedies to convince him to turn

Bad News: I'm a worrywart because my last stubborn breech son who never turned (even once!) is why I had a C section last time.

Good News: my doctor makes lovely stitches? No....I love lying with my head on the floor and my tushie up on the couch? No....i like the frozen peas on my belly encouraging him to scootch down, away from the cold? No....hm... I think the good news is that Aunt L was a great help this week and I'm glad she was here and even happier that Hubs is flying home from Down Under as I peck out this blog:)

Gymnastics

Yesterday a twin mom friend organized a playdate for all of us with two year old twins at a gymnastics center, so the boys and I, along with Aunt L, played hooky from school and went to the gym!  The fellas have done this a half dozen or so times the last year, and they LOVE LOVE LOVE it.  They are still struggling with the concept of waiting for their turn on the trampolines, but they're getting there! (Some of the pics are blurry b/c I was messing with the settings.  Unfortunately, neither of my photographer twin moms were there to help me out with my fancy camera!) 

Thank you for visiting Aunt L!  We love you and will see you again soon!

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