But they're not old enough where they can actually play on their own either. So when they're awake, and not eating, I feel this obligation to keep them entertained. It's too cold to take them much of anywhere, we do go out but walks around the neighborhood are not happening.
I find myself dancing around the living room, singing silly songs, and waving toys frantically in their faces, while they sit staring at me, half amused, half confused. I feel like a second rate clown, desperately trying to keep his audience from turning against him.
I persist in reading to them, with mixed results. They have one book they love, a baby Sesame Street i bought at the Target dollar spot. The pictures of baby Elmo and Cookie Monster crack them up - once. Don't try re-reading it right away, they're not falling for it. So that kills a good minute.
After that we do the 'fun circuit' - from bouncy seat to jumperoo to exersaucer to playmat to swing, trying to find anything that will keep them happy and engaged for more than 5 minutes. I'm not sure how much they enjoy it, but I know it wears them out. Usually by the time they hit the swing they're ready to pass out.
I can't wait until they play together, that will just be so cute (and maybe give me a few free moments). I keep laying them on the playmat next to each other, and they still don't pay too much attention to the other one.... though Katie was chewing on Charlotte's fist today. Cute.
Any moments when I'm not dancing around singing "you all gonna make me lose my mind, up in here, up in here....." (DMX.... I think it should be our theme song in this house ...) I'm doing laundry. We've hit a big spit up stage. Sheets, baby clothes, my clothes, all get dirty within minutes. Buy stock in Dreft. Seriously.
Today we took the girls shopping at The Christmas Tree Shop, and out to lunch, and again out to dinner and they were SO GOOD. I think we actually wore them out a little. This may be the key to me not having to spend hours a day dancing and waving toys around and singing crazy rap songs.... shopping and eating out. I can handle that.
The other night after PJ had come from work, he asked me if I could take both girls for awhile because he wanted to 'relax' after working all day. Really? would you? WHO WOULDN'T? At least your day ends when work is over. I'm still washing pukey clothes at midnight while you're snoozing away.
I don't think he'll be saying that to me again.
(Ok wait... he just asked me if i give the babies a bath every day because "I'm bored." The man never learns).
Bright and early, Mommy already has us on the fun circuit, still in our pajamas:
Okay, she got us dressed, but.... yes.... we're bored again.
So back we go.
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Much better.
Katie, how are you liking it?
Love it!! Good times! Charlotte, do you feel nauseous....
Hmmm, maybe a little. Time to puke you think?
Well, it's been ten minutes since I last hurled, and Mommy IS wearing a clean shirt...
Okay, I'm ready. Just let me look at myself in this mirror one more minute. Then you barf and I start screaming. Ready? GO!