It's nearing the closing of another night. I can't say anything special has occurred. I was completely lazy today. Or rather that's how it seems. Personally I FELT like I kept up with my persona.
The twins--whom shall be called Kermit & Moose--did their usual stuff. One would fuss while the other slept. They could not seem to both sleep at the same time. However, they did manage to communicate and fuss together.
I love when Moose starts screaming and you set him in Lamb. He rubs his face all over it and then jumps when you start the vibrations. Then again, if I suddenly had something vibrating under my ass I think I'd go flying too.
Kermit likes to babble when you try rocking him. But goes silent when he's sitting in Boink.
I wonder why they don't get excited about that vibration. While I'd probably freak out at the sudden outset of it, I wouldn't mind the feeling in the end. Must be relaxing. Like your own personal massage without ever leaving home.
Kermit tried kicking his diaper onto his sister Miss Sunshine. She didn't like that one.
I wonder if I should mention Kermit & Moose are 2 months old?
Tried out a new breastfeeding position with Kermit tonight. I wanted to see if I could be even more lazy. So we layed in the bed. He did rather well the first go. I think that position helped to empty the breast even more.
Kermit did not like swapping sides. Wonder if it had something to do with the way I smell?
Miss Sunshine...I don't remember much of her today. I think she spent most of her time in K & M's room watching cartoons. I did lay upon her "bed" and watch her play her "DS".
You should probably know her DS isn't really that. Truth be told, it's just a Game Boy Advanced. Tadpole has a DS. That's where she picks it up from. Whatever. She stays happy with it.
Oh that's right, we lounged on the couch. Today was a Law & Order: SVU marathon.
Did I mention Tadpole is our 7 year old daughter? Or that Miss Sunshine is 3 years old?
I managed to put the cradle into the living room.
I still don't understand that one. Why is it called a living room? Are the rooms in the home called dead room? I suppose if you have teenagers that's what you could call their bedrooms. I don't think I want to speculate on that too much.
So yeah, moved the cradle. Picked up enough toys to realize we have carpet...and it's green. Not a pretty shade, but it's there.
Oh! Washed more clothes. I swear if someone says they have nothing clean I'm going to beat them over the head with a shovel. So...if you hear on the news of some children being beaten with a shovel by a mad woman---it was most likely me.
Dinner was...food. Made chili. Didn't like it. Stuffed myself with cookies instead.
Stud is staying home from work tomorrow. I'm thinking I will force him into the role of Super Dad.
By the way, Stud is my husband.
Super Dad. I can't even bring up a giggle over that one. It's such a sad thought it's not possible to laugh.
Super Dad...do they really exist?
Signed,
Super Mom
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