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using aspirin during pregnancy weight loss

Me, Im waiting so patiently, lying on the floor

Im just trying to do my jigsaw puzzle before it rains anymore?

-The Rolling Stones

Well, the past week has been an adventure. An adventure? Maybe a trial, a test, or a lesson in patience would be a better way to describe it. It sounds like one of my friends has had a similar week (see her blog: "A typical ordinary day").

This week was strange. I dont know why my babies have been resisting naps, which they otherwise enjoy. Our day yesterday:

O woke up at 0700, which is much, much too early for a momma who (now) rarely goes to bed before midnight and expects to wake up somewhere around 0830/0900. Begrudgingly, I realized around 0715 that his sporadic fussing was not going to cease and dragged myself to the coffee maker. After feeding O and D breakfast-- D was so excited to see Momma out of bed that early-- I did my devotional. D informed me that God likes "flat Bibles," as he opened his Bible and smoothed it open. If that means Bibles that are being read, I would have to agree. Around 0900, I realized C should probably come join the rest of the world. After sneaking into his room and gently waking him, he rolled over and gave me a look that I can only describe as adolescent, "Why are you waking me at this hour??" Breakfast for the tired baby before off to play time...

Play time didnt happen. C wanted to run after D, who did not want his toys touched. O wanted all of Cs toys; C want Os toys; D wanted Cs toys... round and round and round. Can I take one-year old twins and a three-year old to counseling to talk about the root of their sharing issues? "Why do you feel like you dont want your brother to push trucks with you?" "Well, it all started when I was around 13-months. You see..."

All three boys felt that the best person to get involved in a screaming blood bath was, of course, me. I had a one-year old hanging off my yoga pants. A one-year old clinging to me like a baby monkey. A three-year old following behind and whining. And a sweet, dumb dog thinking this meant we were going for a walk. ("Leash!? Walk!? Door!?" No, Louis, me walking around the house with all three boys hanging on me does not mean we are going for a walk. Please stop barking and jumping in front of me.) And so, at 1030, I felt naptime was the best solution. Off to bed with the one-year olds. To the couch with the three-year old. ("Do I get to watch a movie?" "No, D man, you do not." "Can I watch Hercules?" "Well, I guess so. I like Hercules." My three-year old has caught on to my weakness for Disney movies.)

Once in their cribs, do I hear silence from the moments ago wailing one-year olds? No. I hear peals of laughter. What. Are. They. Laughing. About. I want to go in and see, but, as Momma, if I walk in there, that will be the end of any naptime that possibly could have taken place. I read Ephesians instead. Perhaps Paul can rouse the peace of the Lord in me. (Psalm 119:165, "Great peace have those who love your law, and nothing can make them stumble.") I had previously written a blog concerning several of the verses in Ephesians titled "We can work it out." So I get all pumped up again. I will not exasperate my children. I will watch my words (much of chapter 4 and 5 are dedicated to our words-- extremely convicting for a parent who is constantly talking, "Sit down. Do not hit. We do not ride our brothers like horses. We do not throw books."). I decide to spend the time the boys are "sleeping" to write. Which does not happen.

D sees me sit down and is immediately intrigued. "What are you doing? Are you writing again? What are you writing? Can I write? Can I share a chair with you? Can I share your pen?" (Sharing is a very important concept to a three-year old when they are the beneficiary of the sharing.) The one-year olds now realize that I am perhaps going to leave them in there are long as they are not screaming. They remedy their situation by screaming. Out of bed they go. At this point, I figure they are hungry, especially O, who ate breakfast 2 hours earlier than normal. I should say, only O was hungry because C shoved most of his sandwich down his shirt (a day later and I think he still has jam in his hair). Lunch now over, play time commences...

Play time didnt happen (again). Screaming, wailing, not sharing, a certain someone insisting everyone share with him, a certain Momma walking around with three children hanging on her (again), a certain dog thinking it is time for a walk (again). I think, Christ intercedes for us when we make the same mistakes over and over again. Im going to choose the path of peace and show them how to play together. Psalm 120:7 basically sums up how that went: "I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war."

O had a truck that he wanted to use to bang against my face. C wanted to eat my hair. D didnt want his brothers in my lap. Louis, the dog, of course, wanted us to go for a walk, until C found a dog toy--a squeaking hot dog-- to play with. Then Louis wanted the toy C was holding, which, of course, C did not want to share. When both C and Louis were interested in this squeaking hot dog, D wanted the toy. "I want the hot dog, please! Make him share with me!" "D, he was playing with the hot dog. Thank you for using please, but that does not mean you can have the hot dog." With now the dog and both his brothers vying for the same plastic, squeaking hot dog, O decided that he too wanted the hot dog. All of this took place in my lap.

Nap time (again). This time the babies babbled and played and squealed with absolute delight for 20 minutes before I knew one of them-- at least-- was asleep. Ten minutes later there was silence from their lair. This left me and D. I had every intention of writing a few more pages. D had every intention to annoy me within an inch of my sanity.

D: "What are you doing, Momma?"

Me: "Im writing, D man. Why dont you go play with your trains?"

D: "Well, I want to play with my trains, but I need your pen."

Me: "You cant have my pen, bud. You need to let Momma write. Can you please go find D man things to do?"

D" "Well, I want to find things to do, but I dont want to do anything."

Silence from me. That statement doesnt even make sense.

D: "I dont want to do anything. Hey, Momma, I dont want to do anything."

Me: "Thats fine, D. Why dont you go in the family room and do nothing while you lay on the couch?"

D: "Well, I dont want to lay on the couch, okay? I dont want to do anything in here."

Me: "D, you need to let Momma work. Im done talking."

D: "Okay, Momma. Im done talking too. Okay? Hey, Momma, Im done talking too. Momma?"

Me: "Yes, D. I hear you. Please let me work. Thank you."

D meanders to the family room where he peaks around the corner every couple minutes.

D: "Psst. Momma, I love you."

Me: "I love you too, D man. Please let me work."

D: "Okay, Momma. I will. I love you more."

Me: "Thank you, D man. Now, please let me work."

Silence.

D: "Psst. Momma, I love you."

Me: "D man. I love you too. You need to let me work."

And then guess what he finds? That hot dog. The plastic, squeaking hot dog. You know those dog toys that let out the really loud squeak as the air goes out of them, with the quiet, raspy squeak as the air goes back into them? Yes. The hot dog is one of those toys. At this point, I would rather have heard a pen click, click, click, click over and over again like that kid in high school who used to do that during essay exams.

SQUEAK....squeak.... SQUEAK...squeak.... SQUEAK....squeak.... SQUEAK...squeak....

Me: "D man. You have to stop that, please. I cant listen to that anymore."

D: "Okay, Momma. Im just playing with the hot dog."

SQUEAK....squeak.... SQUEAK...squeak....

Me: "D man. What did I just say?"

D: "You said not to play with the hot dog."

Me: "So what should you be doing?"

D: "Not playing with the hot dog."

Me: "Why dont you play the piano?"

D: "Okay, Momma."

Silence.

D: "Momma, I dont want to do anything. Momma? I dont want to do anything."

It would be an understatement to say that D is not a "self-starter." Unless you are playing the game with him, or talking to him, or in the same room as him, he is not very interested in playing the game. And so, I wrote with D man sitting quietly in the chair next to me, asking me something or rather every few minutes.

D, in a whisper, "Momma, how is your writing going?"

Me: "D, you are right here with me interrupting. How do you think it is going?"

D: "Pretty good. God loves you and sent his son."

Me: "Yes, he did, bud. God loves you too."

D: "Yeah, God is pretty cool."

Me: "Yes, bud, he is. Why dont you read your Bible?"

D: "Yeah, but I dont want to do anything."

Me: "Okay, then how about you let Momma work?"

D: "Okay."

And so, eventually, I couldnt focus and was just done writing. I close my notebook.

D: "Are you done working, Momma?"

Me: "Yes, I am."

D: "How was work, Momma? Did you get a lot done?"

This is the moment when that facial tick I joke about shows its twitchy head. You know what you want to say and you know what you should say.

Me: "Yes, D man, I did. Did you get any work done?"

D: "Well, not really. But, Im going to go play now."

There it is. That tick again. Oh, the irony. I am very blessed in the fact that I can find much amusement in irony. I had to laugh. And then he did-- he went and played. By himself. After all of that. I twiddled my thumbs for, say, four minutes before I heard the banshee shriek. And then silence. I crept down the hall. Are they awake? Is one of them awake? Silence. Still asleep. One probably woke up from a dream? I turn to creep back to the kitchen only to step on the foot of a preschooler.

D: "Ow, Momma! Why did you step on me?"

No reply. Finger over the lips in the universal sign for "Shhh!" and a stern point towards the kitchen. The rest of the afternoon was spent obsessively turning everything down when I thought I heard a baby cry and tip-toeing around the house. I banned D from flushing the toilet because his brothers finally were taking a good, long nap. We seriously walked on tip-toes if we had to go down the hallway. Eventually I told D I was going to go change my clothes, when I finally noticed the dried drool covering my black yoga pants (black is such a bad idea when you are staying home all day with young kids). D asked me why and I told him because Daddy was going to be home soon and I wanted to be in clean clothes. When I walked back into the family room, D says, "Oh, Momma! You got ready! Daddy will be so happy!" At that moment I didnt know if I should thank him or feel ashamed that even my three-year old has noticed my recent obsession with yoga pants. I did both.

Today was about the same, except we left the house. Yes, you read that correctly. We did leave the house. (And-- bonus-- I showered today too!) So I tried the morning nap approach while I got ready because they were, again, exceptionally fussy after breakfast. It didnt fly. They giggled and squealed until I was dressed and ready. I got everything else ready to go before going in to get them dressed. They flung themselves around their cribs, screaming with glee, happy to see me.

I stopped at Chic-Fil-A before going to Target. The line for the drive-thru was seriously around the building. I couldnt picture sitting in the line, so I decided to park and go in. Then I couldnt picture getting my stroller out just to go in to Chic-Fil-A for a to-go order, so I decided to go in sans stroller. Our first walking-in adventure. The babies did great. I held O in my arms, held Cs hand, and D held Cs other hand. We worked as a team to lift C down and up over the curb. Then we got inside. "Twins?!" "Are they twins?!" "God bless you!" "Look, honey, twins!" I ordered. A woman kept coming over and offering the babies straws. I politely took them from her. Finally she realized that I wasnt giving the straws to my toddlers and started handing them straws. Really, what it comes down to, is that getting out with babies is challenging, but the unforeseen challenges always prove to be the hardest. I told her that they cannot walk around with plastic straws in their mouths. She looked at me like I was crazy and both the boys started screaming because I took away a forbidden toy. And there I was. Without my stroller with two screaming toddlers, waiting for my order to come up. D ran to my rescue, "Momma! Do you need a hand?" He entertained one of the babies while I entertained the other. We grabbed our food and got out of there. (Why did she feel the need to give them straws? I will never understand that.) As we were leaving, a woman asked if they were twins. I said yes. She said to her husband, "See? I told you! They are twins." It was just a strange trip all around.

At Target, they ate their lunch in the stroller. D ate some of his lunch on the glider board, but was too excited to be at Target to focus on eating, "Momma! I love Target! Look at the Spiderman stuff!" The Target trip was exactly what you would expect with two one-year olds and a three-year old. Busy, but I managed. Dropped D off at his friends house. Went to the wholesale store. Dun. Dun. Dun.

C and O did not want to go to the wholesale store. They didnt want to sit in the cart. They didnt want up. They wanted to sleep. They wanted to throw things out of my cart. They wanted to pull on each others clothes. And, of course, this is the time that everyone noticed that I had twins with me. (Maybe because they could hear us coming from three aisles away?) The one line to be checked out by an employee was ridiculously long. I debated abandoning my cart and leaving, but felt too guilty to do that. So I jumped on a self-check out and made it work. They screamed, wailed, and flailed, then pathetically grabbed the cart handle and wept. I rushed. I did abandon as many non-perishables as I could. I used my card, even though I had cash (have you fed those self-check outs cash before?!). And we rushed home. Only for the babies to crumple into a weeping heap in my family room. Changed diapers. Laid them down for a late nap. And-- guess what-- I could hear the giggles and squealing as soon as I closed the door. I dont think they napped at all.

So, now Im going to go get them, give them dinner, and then play time... Hopefully play time happens.

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We have been travelling. "We" being me, the kids, and the dog. Our trip-- seven hours of driving time-- ended up taking just over nine and a half hours, including five stops. Thankfully I was able to feed the one-year olds in the car as we drove, keeping an eye on them with strategically placed baby mirrors. Our stops mostly consisted of diaper changes, stretching legs, and having my four-year old use the restroom. Three of those stops were very short, only one toddler needing a diaper change or being able to quickly get in and out of the rest stop with the kids. Still. It was an adventure. This was also the first time that I stopped with the twins to stay at friends houses (two separate overnight trips, one with all three kids, one with just the one-year olds).

Here are some of my road tripping tips with kids:
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1. Thoughtfully pack your snack bag.
I had snacks for our four-year old and me and snacks that were great for one-year olds. My plan was to feed the kids as we drove. My four-year old takes about the same time that I do to eat; we could have eaten in about twenty minutes. My one-year olds take at least double that amount of time, especially when you start factoring in finding high chairs, cleaning up the space and kids... on and on. Feeding toddlers is time consuming and they insist on doing it themselves. Anyways, I knew I needed food they could eat in the car, nothing too messy and nothing that they can easily choke on. I cut the food up and divided everything into snack bags the night before. I put things that my four-year old could help himself to next to his car seat. The snack bag sat next to me, within reach. All I had to do was pull of the interstate, hand out food, pull back on the interstate, and along we went! I also thought ahead, before I went on the trip, where I would be going while gone and what I may want food wise. For instance, with two overnight trips, two legs to drive (actually four, I also drove to my second overnight visit, three hours of road time done in three and a half hours-- oh, yeah!), and at least two meals at my friends houses (dinner and breakfast), I made sure I had full meals for the toddlers at each of those times as well as snacks for my four-year old in case something didnt suit his fancy. (You know how kids can be.) I also knew that, for the rest of our trip, we would need snacks for the diaper bag and possibly meals for the kids while dining out. It is easier to have these things in advance instead of arriving somewhere and asking if they have bananas or yogurt or oatmeal or if they have something my one-year olds can eat... Dinner is taking longer than expected to get on the table? Whip out the snack bag and give the meal you already have on hand. Happy babies mean a happy visit.

2. Plan your trip.
Timing is everything. Leaving during a feeding time will mean an immediate stop and, more than likely, angry kids. Being stuck in traffic for hours because you left during rush hour will mean, more than likely, angry kids. Think about where you are going and how long it will take you to get there. If you have a drive time that will bring you to a major freeway at 3:30 pm, think about how many stops you will have before then or what foreseeable hiccups you may have along the way, such as a particularly restless child or a frequently travel sick animal. Know ahead of time that your trip will be much slower than back when you were taking leave by yourself and driving through the night (ahem, Husband...). My kids nap in the car. I like to leave right after a feeding time; this way they can sleep the longest, verses feeding them breakfast, leaving two hours later, then needing to stop to feed them (i.e. wake them) after only an hour nap. Bonus: if they fall asleep, they may sleep a little longer than usual, allowing you to squeeze in a couple extra miles before the next stop!

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3. Expect the unexpected.
At home I have four baby gates that are always up, two that I can put up when I need to... I have a sunroom full of baby-proof toys... I have a baby monitor, a room for them to nap away from the commotion, a schedule... I have their favorite foods, all their sippy cups and drinks, all the baby gadgets I may need... Plus I know where the hazards are, since, they are our hazards. (For instance, my asthma meds in my bathroom.)  And, I dont mind if they make a mess. Being in someone elses home is just different. Yes, I do feel fine letting them feed themselves at my parents house. But I spend much more time cleaning it up and making sure they arent tracking lunch around their home. If the toddlers refuse a menu item at home, I let them fuss and whine about it ("mom" does not equate "short order cook"). At someone elses home, there is conversation to be had, plans made, and people who arent used to hearing 15-month olds exercise their lungs (or four-year olds, for that matter). Sometimes the best way is the easiest way when away from home. You are refusing carrots? Fine, I have yogurt. (To feel that I am making a "parenting stand," I just try not to make it a big deal to them.) Now, these are toddlers who already sleep through the night and already eat well-balanced meals. If I was still in the training phase with them, there would be much more "sticking to my guns" and less "let them eat cake." I also only exercise this mentality with short visits, short meaning under three days; anything over three days is habit forming. So, if we are off-schedule for two days, the third day will be back on schedule as much as possible while away from home. Think big things: mealtimes and bedtimes. Going with the flow is much different when you have to include children. Expect the unexpected and come prepared: wipes for messes, food for meals, and favorite toys (or, as I call them, distractions) for fussy times.?

4.  On-the-go baby proofing for one-night.
The idea of going somewhere not baby-proofed when your own home resembles a day care can be daunting. I had two one-night visits planned to two different friends houses. The first visit was to a family whos youngest is a freshman in high school (no, freshman do not require wall plug covers) another to a Navy wife who was visiting her parents, meaning I would be staying overnight at her parents house. I wanted to visit these friends. I was just very concerned about how the visit would go with two 15-month olds and a very active four-year old; would we even be "visiting" or just playing zone defense? But guess what! It turned out great! (My friends may be reading this thinking-- "What?! It was crazy!" ha ha!) My oldest had his "listening ears on," as we like to say. And my 15-month olds were not at their craziest, despite all appearances. Visiting with friends who had two teenagers turned out to be wonderful. They took my four-year old swimming (under the supervision of their dad) and then helped man "danger zones" (the stairs and pet water dish). The boys went to bed without issue and I had a great time catching up with friends. It is so wonderful to go out on a limb with all the kids (playing the house guest with three kids?!) and everything turn out way better than expected or anticipated. The visits went so well that I look forward to my next visits with these friends! Following around two 15-month olds as a means of baby proofing is not ideal. But for one-night, it really isnt that bad. Just smile and enjoy the company!

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5. Baby proofing for a week.
And then you are staying somewhere for a week and it is not baby proofed. At all. There is a fascinating media center, laptops, china, and stairs, stairs, stairs. So much to explore! You take them upstairs and there are lamps, good carpet, hair appliances, glowing LED nightlights... Oh, to be one. It is hard with just one person to wrangle two toddlers. As my girlfriend told me today, "Keeping twins in the same room is like herding cats!" Amen. Add electrical hazards and valuable decor... you have the recipe for disaster. It is harder to follow two toddlers around for a week and keep that smile on your face. Best advice: get out of the house at the crazy times. In the mornings when the boys are all over the place, I like to take them somewhere fun, maybe an indoor play area or somewhere to walk. Second best advice: stick to an area of the house. You will become acquainted (quickly) with the hazards in the area (a wobbly floor lamp or hard-to-navigate step) plus you have a better chance of knowing exactly where they are and what they are doing. Third best advice: if all else fails, containment. Drag in a PackNPlay or strap them into high chairs. If the problem is that they are fixated on something, such as the stairs or climbing on a piece of furniture, change their focus ("Look at this toy!") and then change their scene ("Lets play with spoons over here..."). Containment has the added bonus of--possibly--being calming. If they cant go anywhere, they may content themselves with the toys you put in their PackNPlay or on their tray. Who knows? But it is worth a shot.

Happy travels!

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