...The Tough Get Silly!
I know I said a few posts ago that I wasn't going to complain but MAN! I need a holiday from my kids! Oops, I meant with my kids. No, no wait, from my kids would be good right now. Just for a couple of hours though.
The boys are still sick, possibly teething and so very, very grumpy that I'm beginning to wonder if they've been replaced by evil robot children who throw temper tantrums, bite each other, pull hair and cry on and off all day. And don't sleep through the night. To continue to revel in my misery, I should add that Mark has been at work since Saturday, closing a deal. I think he's come home a few times since then, but only to sleep and shower and say "be good for your mother, boys" as he heads back into the office. And neither Will nor Owen are eating properly, although it is getting a little bit better. They actually ate protein for the first time in a week yesterday. I'm trying very hard not to panic about them not eating, since I don't think it does any good, but really, can they survive on milk and rasperries alone? They're skinny enough as it is. I'm scared they'll waste away to nothing if I don't cram something into them soon. But every book I've read tells me a toddler won't starve himself and knows when he needs to eat. Really? Are you sure?! Please be right, because I can't take this toddler dieting for much longer. My worry-wartiness is going into overdrive!
The only bright part of my day, other than 7pm-10pm when the twins are in bed and the crying is momentarily stopped before it resumes again just as I lay my head down on my pillow, is when we hang out with friends like Amber and Jon or Anindita and Christopher and they tell me not to worry and distract my boys with something fun, like a bike ride to the playground,a trip to the local farmer's market or a sprinkler party.
Here are some ridiculously embarrassing photos of me in the Plocks' backyard on Wednesday at the aforementioned sprinkler party. I was trying to show the boys how to run through a sprinkler, but Aiden and Andrew clearly thought Auntie Pascale was nuts. They might have been right.
I know I said a few posts ago that I wasn't going to complain but MAN! I need a holiday from my kids! Oops, I meant with my kids. No, no wait, from my kids would be good right now. Just for a couple of hours though.
The boys are still sick, possibly teething and so very, very grumpy that I'm beginning to wonder if they've been replaced by evil robot children who throw temper tantrums, bite each other, pull hair and cry on and off all day. And don't sleep through the night. To continue to revel in my misery, I should add that Mark has been at work since Saturday, closing a deal. I think he's come home a few times since then, but only to sleep and shower and say "be good for your mother, boys" as he heads back into the office. And neither Will nor Owen are eating properly, although it is getting a little bit better. They actually ate protein for the first time in a week yesterday. I'm trying very hard not to panic about them not eating, since I don't think it does any good, but really, can they survive on milk and rasperries alone? They're skinny enough as it is. I'm scared they'll waste away to nothing if I don't cram something into them soon. But every book I've read tells me a toddler won't starve himself and knows when he needs to eat. Really? Are you sure?! Please be right, because I can't take this toddler dieting for much longer. My worry-wartiness is going into overdrive!
The only bright part of my day, other than 7pm-10pm when the twins are in bed and the crying is momentarily stopped before it resumes again just as I lay my head down on my pillow, is when we hang out with friends like Amber and Jon or Anindita and Christopher and they tell me not to worry and distract my boys with something fun, like a bike ride to the playground,a trip to the local farmer's market or a sprinkler party.
Here are some ridiculously embarrassing photos of me in the Plocks' backyard on Wednesday at the aforementioned sprinkler party. I was trying to show the boys how to run through a sprinkler, but Aiden and Andrew clearly thought Auntie Pascale was nuts. They might have been right.
I think Willie the dog is debating whether he should mark this new tree...
Like my hat?
So in conclusion to my whining, if anyone has any advice, I'd love to hear it!
1 comment:
Chère pascalou... je n'ai pas de conseils à te donner, parce que moi je n'y connais rien aux pitigarçons qui se nourrissent exclusivement de raspberries (je connais qu'un grand garçon qui ne mange que des pancakes au brownie et à la crème glacée avec un peu de beurre de cacahouette, donc, jpeux pas t'aider).
Par contre, je suis de très très près la fashion, et je peux te dire que ton chapeau devrait faire la couverture de Vogue.
Une élégance rare.
Une couleur subtile.
Bref, un must-have de l'été 2008.
bisous et bon courage jolie PBS
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