I don't want to jinx anything and maybe I already have by typing such words, but last night Bo slept a whopping seven hours and I was able to get a much needed five hour sleep, which is more rest than I've had since my mom left. Five hours is everything right now and I woke up feeling tremendously different than I have these last few weeks, an emotional time bomb in a perpetual state of fog. It's not depression so much as exhaustion. I'm typically a very chill person who can navigate life on an even plateau but lately I've been driving uphill, chanting "I think I can! I think I can! I think I can!" until I hit a pothole and crash into a wall. Even my dreams are full of car accidents, including the one from last night where Blythe Danner was in the driver's seat and I was screaming at her to stop because she kept ramming her Mini Cooper into the pole she insisted was in her blind spot. (I'm sure the Mini Cooper/pole thing was ingrained in my psyche after seeing Young Adult over the weekend and relating to a character I should have hated. Perhaps it was the cabriolet-driving-washed-up-homecoming-queen-defunct-teen-book-series-writer-thing but I spent a good portion of my yesterday wondering if I was actually a terrible person masquerading as a mom with a thousand kids.) Regardless, it was a fantastic movie. Go see it immediately.
Last night I slept five straight hours and it wasn't even Bo that woke me up! It was Rev! It was raining all night so I assume that had something to do with my enormous sleep, which leads me to believe that a noise machine might be in the cards. Anyone have one to recommend? ED: Both babes sleep in their crib but I bring them into during their middle-of-the-night feedings and spoon with them until morning, one in each arm. It is by far the coziest thing of all time save for the cramps in both of my shoulders and spit-up stains in the armpits of my pajamas. (Hal's still sleeping on the futon in the office so the babies don't wake him up at 3am/so he doesn't wake them up at 5:30 when his alarm goes off.)
But enough with the rambles. Here are some of my favorite photos from last week:
Bo is the oldest three-month old I know. In fact, posting this picture just reminded me of ANOTHER dream I had last night (See what happens when I ACTUALLY sleep? I dream! How novel!) where Boheme stood up and started walking and I was yelling at her to SIT DOWN RIGHT THIS INSTANT, YOUNG LADY! YOU ARE AN INFANT CHILD! Except (minus the crying and need for bottles every three hours) she isn't very infant-like. Perhaps that's why I had the dream. Bo exudes this inexplicable maturity. Her energy is very forty-year-old career woman.
"Will I be seeing you at the weekend retreat?"
"Shall we meet at Cheeks Cafe?"
"... I'll be the woman in the pink sweater and blouse."
Later, at Cheeks Cafe:
"I thought you said you'd be wearing a pink blouse."
"Yeah, I went ahead and puked on that. Do you like my shoes? They totally fit me."
...Meanwhile, Revi wins the "smiliest baby of the week" award for outstanding use of happiness:
Meanwhile, part two: at The Napping House...
Meanwhile, part three: Fable's been wearing her Olivia costume to school because it's adorable and why the hell not?
...And Bo and Rev have been wearing Fable's hand-me-downs:
Socks and shoes aside, every article of clothing in this post belonged to Fable when she was a babe which is awesome for us and fun for Fable.
"This was my coat when I was a baby?"
"It was indeed!"
I'm really enjoying these weekly recap posts, sorting through photos, watching how quickly the girls (who will be three-months old tomorrow) are changing, reflecting on how far we've come even in the last few days. Growing out of clothes and sleep patterns and infancy, learning how to multitask. I even took the babies to the Farmer's Market yesterday all by myself and we all survived! WE SURVIVED!
One of the greatest life lessons I've learned from having twins thus far: if spit up isn't happening from one source...
...it's happening from another.
So long as you clean up the mess to the best of your ability, there's no harm in a little stain.