Tasmanian Mom and Angel Babies

Have you thought of any more good blog names for me?  All my entries are listed right there on the right.  After 10pm tomorrow, there will be no more entries, so if you don't like the new blog name and you didn't submit an idea, then no complaining!  (You know, how you can't complain about politics if you don't vote...?)

In other news, I'VE LOST MY MIND!  Yeah, tell us something we didn't already know, right?  No, really.

Somehow, I got into my pretty little head than I can do anything if I set my mind to it.  And, since we are nearing the 6 year anniversary of purchasing our townhouse, I thought I should celebrate by...painting the bathroom!  Yes, you heard me.  I've lived here that long and never painted the dumb bathroom.

So, I decided, on the hottest day of the month yesterday, to start painting the bathroom BY MY SELF.  Mmmhmmm.  I know what you're thinking...

A little too much HGTV, there?

Let's just say, the primer got the best of me and, while I didn't swear, I would've sound less ridiculous in my cursing the primer, brush, roller, hose, etc. if I had.  I'm pretty sure I looked like the tasmanian devil washing out that stuff in my driveway as my sweet little angel babies snacked on goldfish crackers in their pack n play, watching the comedy unfold.

A dear friend came to rescue me from myself last night and got me away from here for a couple of hours, and, despite my being covered in primer, she said, "I'm not ashamed to be with you."  Is that love or what?

I don't remember the last time I soaked so long in my bathtub (because, duh, there's no shower curtain!).  It might have been relaxing if the bathroom didn't look like the DIY network.

I'm rambling now because....I still have to do the actual PAINTING and I'm procrastinating.

*Big Sigh* 

It was such a good idea on Monday night, though.

I'll leave you with totally unrelated and precious pics of my little angel babies.  They were up at 6:15 this morning.  I went in there, changed their diapers and told them it was still night-night time and that they could play with these soft toys if they didn't want to sleep.  I'd be back sometime after 7:00.

And guess what?  They were quiet!

So quiet, in fact, that I had to go wake them up at 8:20 to leave by 9!  Here's what they looked like - check out Nathan using the caterpillar as a pillow!

Ironically - or should I say, blessedly, we were going to my Bible study.  Now I'm feeling a little less devil-ish than yesterday and a little more confident that I actually CAN do all things through Christ who strenghthens me -

even finish painting the bathroom.

All Aboard the Crazy Train!

I have the best kids in the world, who have been sleeping through the night for 6 months now.  So when they have an "off" night and actually WAKE UP before 6:30 am, I'm at a total loss as to what in the world to do.  I'm all like, "What's your problem?  Go back to sleep."  

I was just drifting off to sleep at 11:30 last night - late for me - when Nathan started crying. 

"All Aboard!"  

Chugga-Chugga-Chugga-Chugga-CHOO-CHOO!

We all slept from 3am to 7am.  Then we pulled out again!

Chugga-Chugga-Chugga-Chugga-CHOO-CHOO!

Nathan, Matthew and I rode the Crazy Train for about 19 hours today.

I'll spare you the gory details, but let's just say that we finally pulled into to Dreamland Station at 6:30 pm.

Your conductors.  Wanna ride?

Time Zone Warp

I'm not sure what's happening at our house this week, but we might be in a Time Zone Warp.  What's that?  I made it up.  But I'm pretty sure it has something to do with taking two babies through 4 time zones during Daylight Savings Time. 

After arriving home from our trip, both boys slept from about 3pm on Saturday to 10pm on Sunday, waking just long enough to eat and play for a few minutes. No matter what we did, we couldn't keep them awake.

Matthew and Nathan both fell asleep nursing on the pillow at about 6:30 on Sunday night (left) so we thought everything was okay for the night.


Then the Time Zone Warp began when we were getting ready for bed on Sunday night.  Crying!  Fussing!  Hungry!  So we fed them.  They wanted to play.  They wanted to laugh and cuddle and smile.  We wanted to sleep - we were still a little jet lagged from the day before.

Finally, around midnight on Sunday (Monday?) we all settled in.  Whew, that's over, we thought.

Monday night: Round Two.  Ding!
9:30 pm, two hours after the alleged "bedtime" (during which, I might add, I went grocery shopping and scored some great deals): Waaaa!  After a half hour of stuffing Matthew's binky back in, I caved.  I gave him a snack.  He loved it.  And wanted to play, laugh, and kick.  Matthew finally went back down and guess who started up?  What kind of question is that, Kim?  Of COURSE Nathan wasn't having any of his brother getting a snack without him.  Gave Nathan a snack.  Both went back down.

11:00 pm Monday night: Round Two, extended version
We were both getting ready for bed since the boys were quiet (note I did not say sleeping).  Wrong!  They are still famished; that snack was not enough.  Come on, guys!  We put you into a food coma at 7:00!  You were both so out of it we couldn't get you to open your mouth to finish the baba.  In utter exhaustion, we fed them again.  And it worked.

We all were asleep by 1am.

Then up again for binkys at 4:30.
Then wide awake at 5:30.

All that sleeping progress we gained has been flushed down the toilet.  How do I explain it?  It could be:

1. We are totally being punished for taking a vacation.
2. We fed them peas.
3. They are in a Time Zone Warp.
4. They are beginning the 6 month growth spurt at 5.5 months.
5. They are teething.
6. All of the above.

Whatever it is, I'm sure it will pass within 2 weeks.  Why 2 weeks?  Because we're traveling for Thanksgiving, of course!