Monday, November 29, 2010

Sleep Tight, Don't Let The Bed Bugs Bite....

It's been a minute since I last wrote...we have weathered the Thanksgiving Holiday relatively unscathed. Relatively.
 I'm a big believer that sleep fixes a lot of problems. I've always been somewhat of a drill sergeant when it comes to Diva getting enough sleep. Mainly because if she doesn't we all suffer. I'm someone who wold be perfectly content with 20 hours of sleep a day and not think twice about it. It doesn't happen...lately 6 hours of sleep is a luxury. I have tried to maintain the same sleep standards for Shrek and Donkey that I do for Diva. They were barely a month old when I was starting a bedtime routine and putting them to bed at a specific "bedtime."
When Diva was very small she was happiest going to bed at 6:30 and then she would sleep until 7 or 7:30 sometimes later in the morning. The 6:30 bedtime was inconvenient since Mr. Hubs and I were working full time and would barely get home when Diva would want to go to bed. But, we did it and everyone was happier for it. As she has gotten older I have extended her bedtime out to 7:30. It's pretty flexible. If something is going on, we are out or have company I let her stay up later. I have tried to consistently stretch her bedtime out to 8pm but that has made everyone miserable. Diva needs her sleep and we are all happier when she gets it. Needless to say with the Thanksgiving Holiday Diva has not had her sleep. Ugh...It started when she got a cold early last week with a fever. She wasn't resting well. Then comes Thanksgiving and all the festivities that brings and all the family and friends to see. Her routine was disrupted and she went without naps and later bedtimes. Saturday we had friends over to watch "the big game." Diva and her little friends that came over were up until almost midnight. You can imagine how miserable yesterday was. Complete with wailing and alligator tears. Last night Mr. Hubs and I spent an hour trying to calm a hysterical little girl down because her legs hurt and her head hurt and she couldn't sleep. Finally after some medication she slept soundly until about 6:45 this morning. Miss Diva is staying home with me today in the hopes of keeping it a quiet and uneventful day and she will get some much needed rest and the there will not be fewer dramatics this week. Cross your fingers.
Diva has always been a fairly flexible child. When she was a baby I could put her in her car seat and take her anywhere and know that she would not throw a fit. I knew she would nap and be generally pleasant whatever we were doing. I could wag her from one end of the country to the next without any protest. Then there was Shrek and Donkey. They are completely different creatures. I don't know if it's just personality, the fact they are boys, or a combination of both. These boys do not do well with a flexible schedule. They do not like sleeping anywhere but their beds. Car trips anywhere are miserable. Shrek especially hates his car seat and the car. Diva was a child that would sleep the second she was in her car seat. Shrek starts screaming the second he is in his car seat and does not stop until he is out of it. Occasionally Donkey joins in. Sometimes he gives me a reprieve and lets Shrek handle all the screaming. You can imagine how holiday travel to see friends and family out of town goes badly. Not only is their schedule disrupted, but they have to ride in their car seats. No one is happy. We all suffer when their routine is disrupted. In addition to Diva's dramatics the past few days Shrek and Donkey have made sure to let Mr. Hubs and I know that their routine has been disrupted and they are tired and ticked off. It has been steady screaming since about Friday.
So, if anyone is wondering where I am today, I am home, with three grumpy kids. I am hoping that a little sleep and return to normalcy will restore the calm to my family's life.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Thanksgiving Thursday

Thanksgiving Thursday is a time to be thankful for what you have in your life...even when you are having a really bad week, take a minute and reflect on the good. I have no ambition to do this every Thursday, but I will strive to take the time to pause and reflect and remember the good things in life that I am thankful for.
Today I am thankful for...
Health....I keep hearing about friends and their kids getting sick. So far, knock on wood, we are all healthy and the worst illness we've had has been colds.
Seat warmers in my car...it sounds silly, but last night was cold when Diva and I left dance lessons and I was so thankful I had a seat warmer in my car.
Diva....she has tested my patience greatly this week and I am very thankful I didn't kill her after she slapped her teacher. She is a beautiful, strong willed child that keeps me on my toes. I have to be creative with her.
Neighbors....they brought a pumpkin pie over last night made with real pumpkin, not canned. It was divine. 

Friday, November 12, 2010

My Friend Taught Me...

I have a friend who recently blogged about a game she liked to play called the Glad Game. She learned it from the movie Pollyanna. I have never seen Pollyanna, but I will trust if my friend says it's good, it must be. To play the game you take inventory of everything around you and find things to be glad about. Now, my friend who taught me this game has every reason in the world to be bitter and angry at the crappy things that have happened to her and her family recently. Yet, here she is playing the Glad Game. I'm not exaggerating when I say my friend is my hero and I strive to be more like her everyday. Tonight especially I was taking life hard. Mr. Hubs was out later than normal, I was tired and all 3 kids were screaming. Normally I would get very grouchy with the kids and wallow in self pity for a little bit. However tonight I thought of my friend and the Glad Game. While they might have been screaming and things might have been a little overwhelming tonight I was glad. I was glad because I have 3 beautiful and healthy children whose smiles can melt your heart. Having multiples I am painfully aware of the risks to them and the possibilities of health problems and they could have been in NICU at birth. I was blessed with 2 gigantic healthy babies. I am glad I have my kids when so many people out there want a baby so much and are unable to. Or, there are people out there who have a child for only a brief moment before they are taken away from them for one reason or another. I can't even imagine that grief. Working in child abuse for 10 years taught me the fragile tight rope we walk. I am glad that the worst thing my daughter has suffered through was getting her dress up clothes taken away. I am glad that Mr. Hubs and I are in a position that I can stay home with my kids when so many of my friends and people I know can't. I am glad that I am married to my best friend and I truly believe he is the person made for me. I was adopted when I was a toddler. While that comes with its own bag of issues I am glad for the experience and I am glad that I was adopted by family and I get to know my "people." I moved to Tulsa nearly 8 years ago not knowing a soul other than Mr. Hubs. I am glad that I have made the wonderful friends I have. Each of them have helped shape me into a better person. And, tonight as I get ready to go to bed I am glad that I have a roof over my head, a home I love and food to eat. There are so many out there who don't have any of that and wonder where they will get their next meal. I am glad that my family and I are provided for and that my kids don't know what it is to be hungry. Most of all I am glad to be loved and to have the ability to love. Okay, that's as sappy as I will get...I wanted to share the Glad Game with you, especially as we get close to Thanksgiving and take inventory of all the things we are thankful for. We need to remember to be thankful and glad all year, not just at Thanksgiving.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Kicking and Screaming

Friday was an interesting day. I was scrambling around the house trying to get bags packed for everyone. I was going out of town for a birthday shopping trip in Dallas. Mr. Hubs was taking all 3 of the kids to his mother's house on Saturday. I was trying to get things packed, cleaned up and put away and in order for Mr. Hubs. In the midst of my chaos I had a phone call from Diva's school. That is never a good sign. My first thought was that she was sick because that is the only time they ever call. In my mind I am rearranging the weekend and preparing myself for a sick little girl. I had missed the phone call so I was calling the school back preparing myself for the worst. When someone answers I identify myself expecting to be told that Diva is sick and I need to come get her. Only, when I identified myself the girl goes "hold on" and before I know it I am talking to Diva's teacher. Hmmm...this isn't good. Ms. Teacher starts telling me that Diva has thrown a temper tantrum to end all temper tantrums. She didn't want to turn the light on in the bathroom this morning. When Ms. Teacher did so Diva started kicking and hitting the wall with a step stool, screaming and throwing herself in the floor. Ms. Teacher goes on to tell me that Diva has thrown fits every day this week and she was having a difficult time with her. Ms. Teacher puts Diva on the phone to talk to me and I begin to reprimand her. "I'm sorry Mommy. Will you come get me? I want to go home." Normally I would go get her and/or just let her stay home with me. However, due to the reasons for the phone call I felt like I would be rewarding her if I went and got her. I told her so much over the phone and made her apologize to Ms. Teacher for acting like a brat. After I got off the phone with Diva and Ms. Teacher I called Mr. Hubs and shared the information with him. Needless to say both of us were very angry with Diva. We have been having some behavior problems at home with Diva. She was potty trained and in June she decided she was no longer going to go to the potty, her pants worked just fine. It has been an ongoing battle. We have tried scolding her, taking away privileges, ignoring the problem, etc. We are at a loss. Our most recent approach to the issue is to ignore it and make her change herself when she has an accident. We give her tons of praise when she doesn't have an accident. Our thinking has been that she has had a lot of changes and this is her way of dealing with her new brothers. In addition to no longer going to the potty Diva has had a major attitude lately. It started out with just me. She was sassy and would back talk me and tell me that she "didn't have to do what you say." Yeah....it's amazing she has lived this long. It has gradually increased to her Daddy over the past months. When she doesn't get her way she throws herself in the floor, kicking and screaming. She throws things. One night she was angry and threw a book at me. We didn't read a book before bed that night. On one occasion she was upset with her Daddy because he told her to do something she stomped upstairs and slammed her bedroom door. I don't know what to think of all this attitude from her. And now we have her school calling us because of her temper tantrums. Now, Diva has always been very dramatic and cries at the drop of a hat. She has always been a very well behaved child though. Again, I keep telling myself that she is 3 and exerting her independence and testing the waters. She is also trying to adjust to new brothers and all the changes in her life. She has no other way to deal with it. Easier said than done! There are days I want to choke her she makes me so mad. There is only so much back talk and attitude I can take from her. Friday after "the call" I called Mr. Hubs to share with him. We decided that in addition to letting her know we were very upset with her she was going to lose all her dress up clothes and would have to earn them back with good behavior. We explained this to her on Friday when she came home. She didn't even bat an eye and just said "okay." She's still trying to ear her crayons back from when she wrote all over the kitchen tile with them. This morning when Mr. Hubs took her to school he made her apologize to her friends and Ms. Teacher for "being a brat." I'm at a loss. I don't know if we are taking the correct approach with Diva, but I know that I do not want to have a bratty child that thinks she can throw temper tantrums to get her way. You always hear about the "Terrible 2's" but let me just say that 3 has been way worse for us than 2 ever was. I am hoping that 4 is a much better age for all of us--if she lives that long!

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Thanksgiving Thursday

Thanksgiving Thursday is a time to be thankful for what you have in your life...even when you are having a really bad week, take a minute and reflect on the good. I have no ambition to do this every Thursday, but I will strive to take the time to pause and reflect and remember the good things in life that I am thankful for.
Today I am thankful for...
Mr. Hubs. I am turning 30 this month and I have not been excited. During date night last week Mr. Hubs tells me that for my birthday he is sending me and a friend to Dallas for the weekend. It took some convincing and about 20 minutes later I finally believed him. My friend and I are leaving on Friday and coming back on Sunday. Mr. Hubs is taking on all 3 kids by himself so I can have a few days away. The thing I'm most excited about? Sleeping all night! While I do feel a little guilty about leaving him with all 3 kids, I am more excited. He always does really good gifts, but I think this is the best one yet. 
Today. Today is the first day in a week or more that I don't have a thing I have to do. I don't have to go anywhere, do anything or get out of my pj's if I don't want to. I'm really excited about this. This past few weeks have been insane and there has been something to do daily. So, I am going to be lazy and enjoy this quiet day with my boys. I have traded my pj's for some leggings though :)

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

A Lot Can Happen In Two Months

Two months ago today Mr. Hubs and I successfully took our peaceful little life together and turned it upside down and shook it--really good! That's right, Shrek and Donkey are 2 months old today and a lot has changed. In the effort to jinx myself I would say that we are settling into our new roles- finally! Diva is still madly in love with her brother's and wants to help with everything except changing diapers which she says is "gross." If I knew how to upload pictures onto this blog I would. That is a lesson Mr. Hubs is going to have to give me one of these days, or do it for me ;) So, here goes, without pictures...
Donkey, two months ago...
My first born, you came out without much effort. In fact Doctor said not to push too hard because you would hit the wall behind him if I did. You were screaming as you came out. Daddy and I could hear you in the next room as they were cleaning you up. Very healthy lungs.
You arrived weighing 6 pounds 4 ounces--not shabby for a multiple!
You were 18 inches long, though I would of sworn you were about 50 the way it felt.
Today...
You weigh a whopping 10 pounds 3 ounces and are 21 1/2 inches long. I am very happy with this weight. You dropped down to 5 pounds 10 ounces your first week of life and had Daddy and I very worried. We had to take you in to see the doctor for weight checks several times. You are finally starting to make some ground!
You are holding your head up very well and have learned how to roll from your belly to your back. Though you don't like to be on your back and you get very upset when you do this. It usually happens in the middle of the night and I have to go in and roll you back over.
You move around a lot in your sleep. We had to separate you and brother because you kept disturbing him.
You are sleeping about 3 1/2 to 4 hours at a time at night. Daddy and I only have to get up with you and brother once a night. It is very nice.
You hate taking a bath, but don't mind getting your diaper changed.
You are starting to laugh and smile at people which melts my heart every time.
We call you the "old man" because you wrinkle your forehead up and grunt like an old man. You raise one eyebrow when someone talks to you like your Papa Walt used to.
You don't like to snuggle very much, but like have people talk to you.
You had shots this morning. I felt like I was the one getting the shots. You did great and only cried for a minute before you were over it and took a nap.
I love you more and more everyday....
Shrek, two months ago...
My second born, you arrived into this world with some effort. You started to come out breech until your cord prolapsed and Doctor decided we needed to do a C-section. You still came out feet first. You were so pitiful to see. You had bumped your head on my pelvic bone and had a bruise on your forehead. Your feet were bruised from coming out feet first and you had some fluid in your lungs and sounded raspy. 
Daddy and I were very worried when you were born because we didn't get to see you right away and we couldn't hear you. It was one of the best feelings when they finally showed you to us and told us you were "okay."
You arrived in this world at a whopping 7 pounds 8 ounces and 20 inches long. I was convinced they had your length wrong. I just knew you were about 6 foot tall. You were gigantic for a multiple. Doctor was very glad he didn't have me push you our breech knowing how big you were. 
Today...
You weigh a whopping 11 pounds 15 1/2 ounces and are 23 1/2 inches long. You are my big boy! You have graduated from size 0-3 to the size 3-6 months clothing. We call you "fatty" because you look like a giant next to your brother. 
You are starting to hold your head up, but have no interest in rolling over any direction.
You are my flirt. You love to laugh, smile and "talk" to anyone near you. Your sister loves it when you smile at her and talk to her. You are very social and love to be held and cuddled. You would probably let me hold you 24/7 if I would. Sometimes it is very hard to put you down. 
You love to lay in the floor and look in your mirror. You also love it when I put you by your brother and you will stare at him forever and gurgle at him.
You had shots this morning. I thought I was going to cry with you. You did not take it very well. You cried most of the morning and into the afternoon until I finally got you to fall asleep for a nap. 
Watching you and your brother sleep is one of my favorite things.
You are a very sound sleeper. We usually have to wake you up during the night when your brother gets up to eat. One of these days I want to let you sleep just to see if you would sleep all night. 
I love to kiss your cheeks.

I am looking forward to what the future brings as Shrek, Donkey and Diva continue to grow and change. The upcoming months are going to be full of change and discovery and I am very excited to see the boys turn into little people.