I know my kids are out to get me. They have secret meetings while my back is turned. This is how their meetings go.
Taylor: I don't know. I'm feeling kind of tired tonight. I kept Mommy on her feet all day. It's a lot of work! I think it should be your turn.
Gabby: Seriously? Okay. So, should I get up 3 or 4 times tonight since you'll be sleeping through the night?
And on other days it goes..
Gabby:You know, I've been doing this waking up through the night thing for nearly 3 months...And I kept Mommy up throughout the night while she was pregnant with me. I'm exhausted. I need a break. Don't you think you could cut me a break, bro?
Taylor:Ok. I'll wake up from 12 am until 3 am and every time someone tries to put me back down, I'm going to cry and pretend like there are shadows on my walls.. That way they'll feel too badly to put me down. Bahahaha!
Of course I don't really believe this, but sometimes it sure feels like it. I'll catch a break from one and the other decides it is their turn. Which, I suppose in hindsight, it's better that way. It would suck if both were getting up in the middle of the night on the same night and I had to, groggily, tend to two babies.
These past 11 weeks have taught me a valuable lesson.. My instinct is usually right. I had my tubes tied the day after I gave birth to Gabby because I was about 99.1% sure I would never want any more kids, but the doctor had doubts because I'm "so young". Something told me that I should just do it and I would not regret it later, but there was that .9% part of me that was a nagging pest. It told me that the pregnancy hormones were clouding my judgement. Well, after 11 weeks of a toddler and an infant, I am glad to say that.9% of me packed a really big suitcase and hitchhiked its way outta here!
Taking a chance at creating an agonizingly long blog, I'm going to leave some pictures of the Maili Cove pool. I got some great shots that I'm proud of and I would like to share them!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Gabriella had her 2 month well baby check up. She is now 14 pounds (OMG, right?) and 24 1/4 inches tall (she's a giant!! lol) It seems she is doing pretty well (Doc said she's overweight. Whatevs) and she got her 2 month shots. She needed to take some baby Tylenol last night because she was just too miserable. I was trying to hold off for as long as possible, but it was necessary. She was screaming in pain. Poor lil baby. :(