Our little chunker is still growing!! At her two month checkup, she weighed 12 pounds, 2 ounces...she is in the 90th percentile in weight and the 75th in length. I still can't believe that a breastfed baby can be that big, but there you have it! She is cooing and smiling so much now, and is so much fun to hold....which is a good thing since she wants to be held all day. She fusses sometimes like she is in pain, so the doctor recommended I cut out all dairy for awhile to see if that is causing it. I am really hoping it's not dairy that is causing it, and it's just colic or something because I LOVE milk and drink several glasses a day....I am waiting to see if she seems to feel better! I am breaking all the rules with this baby, and nursing her whenever she wants....we have NO semblance of a schedule at all! This is what I said I would NEVER do, but it is so easy to do with one baby. She is sleeping a pretty good chunk at night, but since she wants to be held all day, that is when I get stuff done, rather than sleep. She eats at about ten and wakes again at three or four to be fed...when I put her in bed with us, which means I don't get any more sleep past three because I am looking at her/nursing her/making sure the blanket is covering her little hands....UGGHHH! I have GOT to figure out a schedule....at least before four months, which is when the doctor said the can form "bad habits".....
As far as the twins go, I am AMAZED at how they are playing pretend. They seem so much older than two and a half. I think it is so much more interesting because they are twins and they have someone else to dialogue with....I love listening to them when they don't think I can hear...The other day they were pirates, and I could hear her talking about her pirate ship....yesterday she was playing with her baby doll and we noticed that baby was in "time out". She was telling it, "You didn't listen to me. God says you have to obey. Say you're sorry." It was hysterical!! This morning they were going in my bedroom and shutting the door, and Cale told me they were playing elevator. I am so glad they have such great imaginations....my favorite thing to do when I was little was pretend! The TV in their playroom isn't working right now, which makes it that much better...they have been forced to make their own fun. Now if "playing pretend" didn't entail carrying a bunch of props out to the living room, I'd be in a much better place as far as keeping this place clean!
On the potty training front, we aren't making much progress. Then, to be totally honest, I'm not really trying that hard, other than suggesting randomly that someone might want to try sitting on the potty. (Which is always answered with an emphatic NO!) We were hanging out at home one day, with no plans to go anywhere, so we decided to try out wearing big kid undies to see if they could hold it. Sissy did really well, and was proud to be wearing them, but Bubby ran right around the corner and as far as we can tell, immediately peed his pants. (and then didn't tell anyone) Shawn thought she was doing well, so he laid her down for a nap in her underwear...I had to make him go back in there and put a diaper on her....she loves using the privacy of her room to vacate her bowels, and that is NOT a mess I feel like cleaning up...I am pretty sure we are light years away from "underwear sleeping".
Friday night we went out to the little Oktoberfest put on by Ft. Sam. We weren't expecting the cold, so our kids were a little under dressed for the weather, but they were so entertained by the festivities they couldn't have cared less! When we drove up and saw the lights of the carnival, they got SO excited....they were practically crawling out of their skin to go check it out, but we hadn't eaten yet so they were forced to hang out in the food tent while we grabbed something to eat. After they scarfed down about half a roll and four raisins, they were ready to go check out the rides. (luckily the eating part sped right along because my husband inadvertently walked right up to the front of a LONG food line and bypassed about fifty people to order our food. We cracked up when we realized what he'd done, but what could we do at that point? We just laughed thinking about what the people in line thought of him sashaying up to the front like he was a VIP or something...) The german band (Oma and the Oompahs) were really cute, and they held the babies attention long enough for us to eat....when we headed outside to see the carnival, we almost had to run to keep up with the babies...they were in AWE of the noises and the lights....we were pretty sure that they would have nothing to do with the rides once they got up close, but after walking around inspecting them for a few minutes, they actually expressed some interest in riding the little cars that go around in a circle. I was a little worried because the cars not only circled, but went up and down about six feet in the air on a giant metal arm. I knew there was bound to be some freaking out once they were on the ride, but I don't want to make them scared of trying new things, so we got out our tickets and got in line. I retrieved my camera to mark the occasion of "first carnival ride" and had to take a picture of the rules....
Which made me wonder what kind of freak would FORCE their frightened child on a carnival ride....(probably the kind of people who frequent carnivals) This sign got me a little worried about the in flight "panicking", so Shawn and I gave them a pep talk before the ride started, and positioned ourselves on opposite sides of the ride so that one of us was always in their line of vision, hopefully to prevent the kind of freaking out that the rules sign forewarned. They were happy as clams as we strapped them in and gave them the pep talk.....
...but once the ride started you could see some pretty evident fear written on their faces. Cale hunkered down and grabbed the hood of the little car with both arms, and Hayden's eyes were wide open, swiveling her little head all over the place looking for us. Shawn and I stood on the sidelines clapping and hollering about how fun it was, hoping to distract them from the terror that was going on. Luckily it only lasted a few minutes (probably because the ride operator thought my kids were about to lose it) and they were happy to get off in one piece. I am hoping the ride didn't scar them forever on trying new things......unless it just makes them scared of carnivals (which I am fine with). I asked Cale if he liked it and he said, "It was a little scary but I didn't stand up.".....which was cute because he obviously listened to the pre-ride briefing. Later, when I was scrolling through the pictures from that night, I came across this one and had to laugh...
Cale is hanging on for dear life and Hayden looks like she is thinking, "Get me the hell off this thing!". Clearly this picture isn't going to win me any mother of the year awards, but it cracks me up. I am just proud they tried it in the first place....although our suggestions of riding the tiny ferris wheel were met with two very vehement "NO's!"
