Beginning and Ending Well

Today started out pretty well, I think, despite the fact that the boys were calling for me at 6:45am (about 45 mins too early - when are they going to learn to tell time?). We had a nice breakfast together, everyone ate what they were supposed to eat and we went out for a 7km run with some other mums. I even managed to grab a shower whilst Owen and Will played in one of the cribs. Usually I just fester until they nap in the afternoon. And I think lunch was okay, although I do recall some crying and some spillage. But the day kind of went blah from there.

Naptime after lunch was more like bouncetime (see video in previous post for example of bouncetime), with lots of shrieking and giggling. I was sitting downstairs in the living room, waiting for them to go to sleep and they probably went on and on for at least half an hour. I had to keep going up there to retrieve soothers from under the beds and remove the curtains from between the crib rails where they were being chewed and tugged on. I think they finally bounced themselves to sleep at 2pm.

Normally I eat my lunch and then go and enjoy some of my own naptime, snuggling up with the dog on our bed and drooling all over my pillow for an hour or so. But for some reason, I decided to make chicken sausages for my kids today rather than nap. Because if I'm not worrying about their vegetable intake, I'm worrying about their protein intake. I think I switch worry topics once a week, just to keep things fresh. Kind of a rotation schedule, if you will. So this week its protein and that means that rather than drifting off and recharging my batteries, I was standing in front of the stove staring at panful of sausages that resembled...well...I'm not going to tell you what they resembled. Despite the fact that my homemade sausages were filled with chicken, apples, onions, breadcrumbs and parsley, they looked revolting and I wasn't convinced they were completely cooked through, so I shoved them in the oven for good measure. I don't want to give my kids salmonella, after all. And all I can think of as I stare at my icky homemade food, as I sigh over the pile of dirty pots and pans, is "I could be sleeping right now, I could be sleeping right now".

I think the worst thing about the sausages is that Will and Owen completely turned their noses up at them, which makes me feel like I wasted the afternoon making them, as well as wasting all those ingredients. Maybe they'll like them tomorrow. I guess the boys take after their dad, since he turned his nose up at the soup I made in our slow cooker today too. Apparently it was "bland". Sigh. But I digress. The boys turned their noses up at the sausages which means I scrambled around trying to find other things for them to eat. I ended up giving them cream cheese on toast, which they just smeared into their hair and around their trays. I think some of it went into their mouths, but its always so hard to tell. They did eat some asparagus and some orange segments, but I'm really not too sure how nutritious it was as a meal.

And as seems to happen a lot lately, once the meal was finished and I washed Will's face, it was apparent he was covered in a rash. Does he have allergies? Does he have sensitive skin? He doesn't seem to have any breathing issues, and the rash is limited to his face, so I'm hoping its just sensitive skin, but who knows. We're going to the doctor's on Wednesday for their flu shots, and I'll ask about it then, but in the meantime, I plastered him in vaseline and hoped for the best.

Best part of the day though was after dinner. They'd both leaked through their diapers and soaked their clothes. So I peeled off the wet onesies and they then spent a hilarious twenty minutes chasing each other around the living room in just clean diapers, stopping every once in a while to screech, slap their bellies and practice standing up on their own. So cute.

Man, I'm re-reading this blog and its just a whinefest. Someone slap me, please! One afternoon without a nap and I act like its the end of the world. I think I'll just go to bed and start again tomorrow.