I complain a lot, I think... It's probably a coping mechanism for all of the stress of having twin babies and an incorrigible three year old. Maybe not the healthiest of coping methods, I don't know. Someone ask Dr Phil and get back to me. But although I have adopted this honest approach of dealing with my early motherhood, I would rather have twins than no children and I know that some people don't get the chance to have kids. I don't take it for granted for a second. I wasn't sure if I would be able to have kids for a while and didn't know if I would this time around either so I experienced a small piece of that, and don't want to be misunderstood. With that said, I also want to write a few things down while they are in my head because it is kind of difficult to fully appreciate these little things now and I don't want them to get lost in my chaos.
Let's start with nicknames, because if you know us, you know it is one of our favorite pastimes. :)
Nicholas: Nicky-Boo, Nicky-BooBooBoo, Hinky Punk, Stinky Punk, Punky Monkey, Cute Boy, Hinky Stink, Nickus, Buggy, Bugga-Bear
James: Jammer, Jim-Jam, Squeaker, Squeaky Punk, Jam Man
Will: Willibuster, Buster, Bammer, Chunky Monkey, Chunky Punk, Squish, Squish-Squash
Somehow they know when we are talking to them, and answer (or look at us) to all of the above (respectively).
Nicholas still takes 3-4 hour naps in the afternoons most days. We are pretty lucky there. He still likes to listen to classical music to fall asleep. The babies seem to respond better to Enya, and Jars of Clay. They fall asleep pretty well to that, and I have pulled it out many times on my phone lately. I usually end up having to rock at least one of them to sleep in my arms to get them both in their beds. Sometimes I have to rock one to sleep, and then the next one so they don't wake each other back up again. Sometimes I can appreciate their sweet little sleepiness in my arms and sometimes I can't. Right now I am telling myself that I need to put this sleeping James in his crib because as snugly as he is in my arms right now, he will only sleep so long.
The cutest thing they do right now is when they are tired. They will crawl to their blankies (Will's is yellow, Jammer's is green) and basically smash their faces into them on the floor. Then they just lay there and close their eyes for a few seconds like they just found a piece of heaven.
James is a funny eater, he likes to grab handfuls of cereal and puffs off his tray and smash as many as he can in his mouth at once. He needs tray refills twice as fast as Will because of this.
Will likes to sing, and if you sing to him he'll usually sing back. He just opens his mouth and says "ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
James squeaks like a mouse and when he's mad he squeals like a pig.
Will likes to snuggle with strangers, it takes him a couple of seconds to get assurance from me that he's ok with that person holding him and then he'll lay his head down right on their shoulder. He makes a lot of friends that way.
Now that Will is scooting around better, he and James are little partners in crime. They follow each other all over the living room getting into all sorts of trouble, playing with boxes, standing up on chair legs, and playing with the trash can.
Will likes to play boxes and anything that makes noise when he bangs it with his hands. He thinks it's so fun. He is a little drummer like Nicholas was. I think James will be a guitar player or something instead.
That's about all I have for right now, if you made it this far, congrats. You are probably a grandparent. :)
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