Oh, my. Hello. I know I haven’t blogged in a while, but I swear I have a good excuse. Shortly after my last post, I had a harddrive failure. Fortunately, my files could be (and were) saved, and the harddrive was still under warranty thanks to AppleCare, so I had it replaced for free. They also replaced my keyboard (again) and fixed something else but I’m not sure what. On a side note, the extended warranty was under $200 and the repairs they did were worth just over $300, resulting in a net gain. Also, this is the second thing that they fixed for free under the extended warranty (last time my cd wouldn’t eject), and that ended up being something they normally wouldn’t cover, so even more gain! I knew that thing would come in handy. :)

I got my laptop back last Friday, and since then my mom has been in town, so I really haven’t had a chance to blog until this very minute. I do have a lot to say about the kids and other things, but for now the long posts will have to wait. But rest assured that they will come, and hopefully soon now that I’ve got a zippy new harddrive!

Dear Past Self,

I know what you are thinking. You’re tired and you want to just finish reading this before you change Guy’s diaper. Just a few minutes and then you’ll do it. But that’s really not a good idea. You should change it now. And do you want to know why? Because in “just a few minutes” you will feel little fingers tugging on your shirt. You will turn around to see what Guy wants. And you will see a big lump of poop in his hand.

Disgusting? Yes. Your fault? Yes again. So if you don’t want to change your shirt and be scooping up poop off the couch with baby wipes, change it now. Trust me, you will thank me later. Also, Guy needs new diapers. He only has the ones in the diaper bag. That’s on the floor in front of the couch, before you run off in a frantic diaper search. You should ask Chris to grab some more on the way home tonight.

Love, Your Future Self

P.S. Do you now how to send blog posts about fifteen minutes back in time?

On Saturday we bravely ventured down to the Toys R Us at Time Square, which is always a huge pain. We headed to the baby section, which is always a bit less crowded/full of Stupid. We were basically there for two items, a jumper for Toby and a potty for Guy. We ended up with  couple of other essentials, some new nipples for Toby’s bottles and a couple of bibs.

We got the jumper for Toby because lately at night she’s been waking up after a couple hours and won’t go back to sleep until she’s played for a bit. So we got the jumper so she would wear herself out more easily at night. Also, it’s a nice fun place for her to hang out when we don’t want her to get into to much trouble. She loves it and it adds convenience to our lives! Guy loves to watch her play in it, too. When we first put her in it, every time she jumped Guy would just about fall over laughing. He’ll also go around and play with all the toys on it. So far he hasn’t shown any interest in actually climbing in it, which is a huge plus since he’s way to big for it.

We got the potty mainly because Guy is in size 6 diapers now and that’s as big as they come. he doesn’t seem to be about to outgrow them or anything, but we decided to start introducing the potty to him now so that when the time comes, hopefully the transition will be easier. He’s shown a few signs of readiness, he pulls at his diaper when it’s full and will take it if he’s poopy and he can manage it at all. Last night before his bath, I took his clothes and diaper off and had him sit on his potty while I got his bath ready. He got up a couple of times, but he tried to climb back on when I pointed to it and said, “Sit on your potty!” I think it’s mostly a matter of attention span for him right now. I also tried to explain a little what it was for, but I don’t think he paid very much attention. He was mostly interested in his bath toys and closing the bathroom door. I don’t expect him to actually use it for a while, but maybe in January I won’t have three kids in diapers at once. Seeing as how a lot of kids aren’t fully potty trained until they’re 3 and he’ll be just over 2, this may be wishful thinking on my part!

On Sunday we wanted to go somewhere fun for Guy, and Chris suggested Chuck E Cheese. We ended up heading over there around 4:00, after the kids had napped for the day.

We went to the one at 280 St Nicholas St, which is a fairly short walk from our apartment. It’s right across the street from the ABCD subway stop. It’s located on the second floor, and the escalators were out of service, but that’s ok since we have two strollers and have to take the elevator anyway. The line was kind of long to order, so Chris waited in line while I found a table for us. I was looking for the show area, where the animatronic Chuck E lives, but I couldn’t find it after a little looking around, so I sat near the skee ball instead. We found the show area later, and I have to say that next time we go I’m going to find a table in that area. The bigger tables are usually reserved for birthdays, but they do have smaller table and booths in that area. It’s a lot quieter over there and there are usually more tables free.

We got a large supreme pizza which was $20.00, two large drinks for $1.99 each, a kid size drink for $1.89, a foil balloon for $2.00, and about 25 tokens for $5.00. We ended up spending less that $35.00 for two adults and one toddler, which isn’t too bad. Last weekend we went to a diner where we spent $40.00 for the three of us, and there wasn’t a very kid friendly menu, they forgot part of my order, and we got dirty looks for bringing the kids in (who were very well behaved, by the way). The last time I was at one I was 19 and there for a younger kid’s birthday. I grew up around kids way younger than me and I did go there a lot while growing up, so I guess I knew what to expect, which made it easier.

Before Guy would eat he wanted to look around, so Chris took him to the crawl tunnels. They spent a while over there and Guy was a lot more willing to eat when he came back. The pizza wasn’t amazing, it started to taste kinda icky as it cooled off, but it was filling and we ended up taking some of it home. It’s kind of a step above fast food with an arcade built in. All the games were one token (it’s even on their logo) and you could buy 160 tokens for $30.00, which is pretty cool. There were some broken games, but they seemed to get fixed quickly as soon as an employee was alerted. There was some garbage on the floor, mostly small bits of paper, and there was someone sweeping it up but I don’t think anyone can keep up with that amount of kids. I didn’t see anything gross on the floor, and all the tables were clean. Toby fell asleep towards the end, and Guy was pretty exhausted when we left, we only had 34 tickets so we gave them to a little girl who was standing in line to get a prize. Our kids are still too young to really appreciate the prizes anyway.

We left feeling pretty good. I was looking for information about it online and I found some pretty bad complaints, but we didn’t have any problems, plus I have a feeling that Guy is going to sleep well tonight!

Our favorite game around here is called, “Why is the Baby Crying?”

The rules are simple. One of the babies starts crying. Then a parent must figure out why said baby is crying. the winner doesn’t get anything in particular, except the possibility of temporary happiness.

I’ve gotten pretty good at this game, probably because I’m the primary caretaker around here. Usually I can tell almost instantly which kid is crying and why. I’ve heard that this is a mystic power which only some mothers can do, but I have to say that when Guy was a newborn I was totally clueless as to why he was crying. The poor kid would be wailing, I felt like I had tried everything and he still wasn’t happy, and I would call up my mom for help. She usually had n answer for me, although usually it was to nurse him, and while that usually worked, it got to the point where he would nurse 20-30 minutes, fall asleep on me, and cry the second I moved, even if it was just to take my sore nipple out of his mouth. Eventually I started to pick up tricks, like to hold a pacifier up against his lips and do a switch which involved tearing my breast out of his mouth, stuff the bink into his mouth as he opened up to wail, and then shove it back in his face so he thought I was still nursing him when, in fact, it was just a pacifier in his mouth. After a couple of breathless minutes he would fall back into a fitful sleep and I was free to move my breast away from him, but not move him or myself in any other way or pull my shirt back down. Then in about an hour I would repeat the whole thing all over again. He wanted to eat constantly and I was exhausted and sore all the time. No wonder I ended up bottle feeding him! I’m sure he was the problem and not my supply or anything, because once we started formula full time, he would eat 8 ounces every hour and a half. And that was at three months old! But if we didn’t feed him that much, he would scream and scream until we gave in. Toby was much easier, thank goodness.

Once those first few weeks had gone by, I began to get more in tune with Guy’s schedule. When he started crying, I would go over a mental checklist. Had he eaten recently? How long had he been awake, if at all? When was his last diaper change? Could it be something else? As I started to keep the mental checklist, I started to realize the subtle differences between his cries. At first all his cries sounded the same, sort of like a hoarse siren and not too loud yet because his lungs were still relatively unused. But as he cried more, his lungs developed more and he was able to change pitch and volume depending on how important he thought his misery was. that’s when I slowly became an expert at The Crying Game. By the time Toby was born, she never had any episodes like Guy did, tiny and screaming with a clueless mother. I knew what to do for her, when she wanted food or a change or to be rocked. So here are some of the common cries we here around here and what they usually mean.

The fake cry — not very loud, a bit nasally and easily stopped by smiling at or talking to the baby. Not alarming but very annoying.

The annoyed cry — a bit louder and has a definite whine about it. Usually caused by brother/sister, or by walking away when the baby seemed very happy to play alone. This can usually be fixed by telling the baby that he/she is fine and possibly moving him/her to a different place, away from the annoying sibling, or where he/she can watch you do whatever it is you’re trying to get done.

The tired cry — about the same volume as the annoyed cry, but no whine in it and lower in pitch. The sobs last a bit longer and it’s usually accompanied by eye rubbing in older babies. If you pick up the baby to play, the baby will either cry harder or switch between manic laughing and desperate crying. This means it’s time for a nap, or bed, and the sooner the better! 

The hungry cry — Same pitch as the tired cry but a little quieter and with shorter sobs. Only one way to take care of this one, fedd the baby!

The don’t abandon me cry — full volume, low pitch. Used when Dad comes home and then runs out again for a minute to throw some laundry in or pick up milk, or when both parents leave the baby with a sitter. The solution is usually to give out plenty of hugs. This can be stopped fairly easily with hugs and distraction.

The hurt cry — Used when the baby falls or gets hurt in another way. The volume and pitch can vary depending on the level of hurt or fear, but is usually pretty high pitched and very loud. If the baby is feeling really bad it can also be accompanied by squirming. This cry is hard to stop, usually it involves lots of hugging and shushing and sometimes a drink of milk. Of course you’ll need to make sure your baby doesn’t have to go to the emergency room if he or she gets hurt!

The sick cry– Very loud, low pitch, can’t be stopped easily at all. Usually only accompanied by other signs of sickness, like a fever.

And last, but not least, the tantrum! As loud and high pitched as the baby can manage, mouth opened wide, can be accompanied by kicking, flailing, head bashing, and a red, angry face. This is usually triggered by the baby not getting what he or she wants. The best way to deal with a tantrum is to ignore it! Put the baby in a safe place if needed, make sure that all the kicking and flailing can be carried out in a place where the baby won’t fall or run into anything dangerous. Sometimes I have to put Guy in his bed until he calms down for his own safety. Whatever you do, don’t give in to a tantrum! Let the neighbors get mad, let people in the store or restaurant stare. If you give into a tantrum, it’s only going to teach your baby that this kind of behavior works to get what he or she wants, and you can count on more and more of them happening. We haven’t had very many public tantrums yet, but we have dealt with them at home quite a lot, mostly from Guy. Toby has started having mini tantrums, but fortunately her attention span is still only about thirty seconds long. She usually stops as soon as you had her one of her favorite toys. Guy is a bit harder to deal with, but lately all my ignoring has been paying off and he’s learning that screaming is not going to get him anywhere.

The most important thing to remember is that babies mainly communicate through crying. Most of the time, they’re just trying to tell you something when they cry. Once you start thinking of it like that, it becomes a lot easier to deal with.

Our adventure Saturday was the aquarium. We were planning on going to the beach again, but I got grumpy because of hormones and we couldn’t find the kids bathing suits, so we decided to go to the aquarium instead, which is right on Coney Island anyway. This time Chris’s brother came along, which was great. We also forgot the camera again! I told Chris that we really need a case for it so I can keep it in my purse. I won’t do that without a case because that’s how our last camera broke. With Guy I always remembered it, but for some reason when Toby was born, any spare brain processes I had left were taken up. Can’t imagine why. :p

We had a lot of fun. We took both the kids out of the strollers for a while, Guy wanted to walk around and I wanted to make sure Toby could see things. This is where it’s always nice to have an extra person! I showed Toby the fish and she pointed at everything. There was one little display with pipefish and a yellow tropical fish of some sort, and she loved the yellow fish. She kept trying to grab it and touch it! Eventually he went back in the stroller with her bottle and fell asleep. We saw Jellyfish and Guy really liked those. We went into an area where you spin some wheel to see how fish swim, and Guy decided they were his toys to play with. We had to drag him away from them after a while so some other kids could have a turn, and he did NOT like that!

Finally we saw some penguins and a walrus. For some reason I’m having trouble remembering everything we did. If only I had some pictures! :) Finally we went to the gift shop. We got Guy a washable mat that you put on the floor and color in. He really likes that. We got Toby a small octopus toy, which she loves. We always end up getting her octopus stuff because October sounds like octopus. We sure do love cephalopods around here!

We went and had some dinner and then went home. Guy loves climbing the stairs to our apartment, Saturday he got carried away and went up an extra floor (with me following while Chris took Toby and our stuff in). We’re trying to work with him on going up two flights of stairs and trying to teach him what our apartment number is. He always remembers which door it is, which he actually surprised us with the first time we let him go up the stairs by himself. These kids, they are always watching everything we do and learning from it, and the more we realize that, the more unnerving (and exciting) it is!

On Sunday we had to visit the Apple store, and on the way we walked around Central Park for a bit. We watched some break dancers, got an ice cream cone, and got Guy a balloon animal (which he loved). The Apple store was ok, I really don’t like going there most of the time because it’s full of tourists who overflow from Central Park and are really just… touristy. I don’t want to go into that right now, maybe another post. :)

On the way home we went for a little walk down Madison while the kids slept in their strollers. We went to a farther away bus stop and had fun looking in all the little shop windows.

When we got home, I was exhausted from staying up too late Saturday night reading (I’m finishing up the Harry Potter series for the first time, and yes I already know all the spoilers), so Chris went upstairs with Guy while I waited and rested on the stairs with Toby and our stuff. Toby wanted to crawl up the stairs, she’s been watching Guy do it for a few weeks now and thinks it’s the best thing ever, so I let her go up a couple of steps. She is getting so big! I can’t believe she’s already climbing!

When we got upstairs, Chris made me take a nap. I woke up after nine, which meant I wasn’t tired and didn’t stop reading until Chris woke up and asked me to read by flashlight, and then I still read a bit more before I forced myself to go to sleep. I don’t know how long I was up. I do know that I’ve almost finished the book doing most of my reading in two nights.

There has been a lot of broken glass around here lately. The other day, Guy pulled a glass off the counter, which shattered around his delicate, bare, but miraculously unharmed feet. I swooped in to save him and cleaned it up. Then, last night, I was getting cheerios out of the cabinet for Toby and I knocked a jar candle on the floor, in the exact same spot, and it shattered. I had shoes on and Chris had bare feet, but he insisted that I go and sit down for a bit while he cleaned it. I guess I was just too much of a liability.

I can remember three other things that have broken in the past thirty days or so, at least one was irreplaceable and likely irreparable. That one was Guy’s fault. Another thing was not irreplaceable but definitely sentimental, and that was my fault. Then there was a thermos, the glass inside broken from Guy pounding it on the floor, which has already been replaced. I’m constantly sweeping and getting glass in my feet. The kids haven’t had any cuts or anything so far, which is good, but I’m starting to think that we should box up all our breakable for the next ten years or so and just live in a plastic world.

Just as a side note, nothing has ben broken on purpose. It was all accidental. I haven’t been throwing dishes at my husband or anything, even though there have been times I’ve felt like it. ;)

On Saturday we went to the Bronx Zoo. We got kind of a late start, which was my fault because I couldn’t find my new shoes. Before we went to the zoo we stopped at the H&M near our house and Chris bought me a new outfit. I changed into it in the bathroom at Burger King while he was buying us some food. Then we hopped on the Subway to go.

While we were on the subway, Guy fell asleep, but Toby was awake and I was feeding her some of my french fries. I know she can handle them because I’ve given her fries before. She is eight months old, she’s got a tooth coming in, and most foods I’ve given her she’s been able to handle. Anyway, after a gave her a few fries and she gummed them up and swallowed them without any problems, a man sitting across from us decided to warn me not to do that, because she could choke! This is one of my pet peeves. People will tell me in no uncertain terms that what I am doing is wrong, because obviously a middle aged man who has never seen or heard of my daughter before knows exactly what’s best for her, much more so than me, her mother, who gave birth to her and has spent every waking moment and many sleeping moments with her. He didn’t eve try to tell me that fries are bad for her because they aren’t healthy. Just that she could choke, which is true. Anyone could choke on a fry. I could choke on one. That doesn’t mean I’m going to stop eating them. Anyway, I know what to do if my kids choke, and so does my husband, who was sitting right next to me. So to you, stranger on the subway, I have two words of advice. DON’T PANIC.

Anyway, we got to the zoo and had a great time. Guy walked around the whole time instead of riding in the stroller, which was amazing. At first Toby just rode in her stroller, but once we got to the giraffes I decided to take her out, and she loved it. She was definitely watching the animals. She watched the giraffes and then the rodents in the rodent house thing. Once we got to the butterfly house, we put her back in the stroller, and she watched the butterflies fly around from in there. After that she fell asleep for the rest of the trip.

Towards the end, we went into the children’s zoo. The children’s zoo in both the Bronx zoo and the Central Park zoo are amazing. They have play equipment where you can pretend to be the animals you’re looking at. There were bird’s nests you could climb in, and then a tunnel with clear domed tops you could pop up in and pretend to be a prairie dog. Guy really liked those, Chris took him into the tunnel and whenever they popped up I would wave enthusiastically, and he waved back at me. He threw a little bit of a tantrum when we left that tunnel but he got over it pretty quickly. He went down a slide with Chris and then we went to the petting zoo, where he fell in love with some chickens until one bit his finger. He didn’t cry and it didn’t break the skin, but after that he was done with the chickens. Toby was still sleeping despite roosters crowing nearby.

The zoo was closing at that point, so we headed home. It was kind of an adventure because when we went to where we though we came in, it was a parking lot. We managed to find the pedestrian exit and the subway from there. The pedestrian exit had a turnstile, but fortunately it was wide enough for the strollers. We had a pretty uneventful ride home and Guy crashed hard at bedtime after all that walking!

So we had another successful adventure. I think Chris wants to go to the beach again this week, but we’re going to try Brighton Beach this time. And now, with one kid screaming bloody murder and the other biting my arm and screaming bloody murder, I think it’s time to go.

Being a Mom is hard work. I knew it would be, but it’s really so much harder than I ever imagined it would be. It is tedious.

Sometimes, I wish I could disappear. Just vanish for a little while. I wish I had a robot double who would tirelessly tend to my children, clean my house, and care for my husband while I took a nice, long vacation somewhere far away and exotic, like the moon. Hey, it’s about as likely as having a robot double to take over my responsibilities!

I can see it now. she would be perfect. Meals would be on time, the house would be spotless, the children would never cry, and by the time I returned everyone would love her so much that they would be disappointed I’d finally returned. That’s when the fantasy turns sour. I’m actually afraid of disappearing, being unneeded and unwanted, unimportant. Because my family is so insanely important to me. I love my kids more than anything else, even when they are both teething at the same time like they are now. What would I do without big, slobbery kisses? How could I live without at least one of them napping on me every day? They are beautiful.

Sadly, in some ways I feel like I am disappearing. My already paltry social life is pretty much dead by now. I haven’t even had a conversation with someone who wasn’t family in months, maybe even years. I literally forget how long it’s been. Over a month, certainly. I don’t just mean trying to convince the old man on the Subway that my eight month old was not going to choke on the french fries I was feeding her (she didn’t, and yes, I am a good mom). I mean a real, actual conversation. 

There’s one person who has said things to me that make me sure I pretty much don’t exist to her anymore. This is someone who has been part of my life for a very long time and not exactly someone I can stop having a relationship with.  I don’t want to explain in any detail, I just want to say that it’s one of the most hurtful things in the world. I don’t know how to fix it. How can I become real again? Is it even possible? Having two children under the age of two is not a good situation to be in if you want to have much of a social life.

When I look down at my hands, I think I might be able to see through them, just a tiny bit.

Guy is nineteen months old today! Here’s a list of things he can do.

Walk well

Run

Climb stairs

Brush teeth with help (he usually end up brushing his tongue, but hey)

Says several words (Mama, Dada, cookie, baby/Toby (we’re not sure which he’s trying to say, but Beebee is his word for Toby), uh-oh, no, wow, gone, bye-bye, hi,  Gramma (pronounced Mama but patting his chest for his Gramma sign), nose, ear, kitty, num num, yeah, milk), he babbles and jabbers all the time and I think he’s trying to say real words, but he doesn’t say them quite clear enough for me to understand them all yet. I’ve read and heard so much conflicting information about speech at his age that I’m not sure where he is for his age! I’ve heard he should know 30 words by now, or six, or that he should be trying to form sentences… I’m not worried because he’s learning new words every day and repeating words back to us all the time.

Draws circles

Names parts of his face (ear, nose, and eye, we’re working on mouth)

Tries to help, I’ve heard feeding a doll a bottle as a milestone, well, he tries to feed his sister her bottle, which is very frustrating to her since he wants to take it in and out of her mouth over and over!

Takes off his diaper, which he has done the past two morning when he wakes up, and makes a huge mess

Points out people in pictures with about 50% accuracy

Points to things he wants (and usually tries to name it)

Pushes and pulls big toys around the house, like his toy piano

Throws temper tantrums several times a day

Tickles Toby’s tummy

I think that’s about it for now. I will try to write a real post later on today.

I’ve hit seven weeks over here and I have been having so much trouble with my stomach. I’m hungry all the time. I didn’t notice it so much with Toby because I got pregnant with her six weeks after Guy was born, so I didn’t realize how abnormal being hungry all the time is for me. Since I had a break of about seven months without being pregnant and four of those months since I weaned Toby (unintentionally), I got used to normal hungry. I could function on relatively very little food. If I was hungry, I didn’t feel the urge to eat, and there was no threat of nausea looming ahead if I pushed through my hunger and didn’t eat. Those were the days!

Now I’m constantly hungry. I’ve been full only a handful of times in the past few weeks, one of those times after eating a hot dog and vanilla soft serve ice cream at coney island (both forbidden foods during pregnancy! Bad Mama!). Anyway, it’s getting hard to deal with. I rarely have the time/ability to make a full, real meal these days between the two kids I’ve already got, so I end up snacking the day away and having Chris make me dinner. The thing with Chris is, while he is a very good cook and can make a great dish, usually the only thing he makes is some type of meat. No sides. If it’s beef he’s probably going to make it slightly more rare than I like to eat while pregnant, though he does try, he just has no idea how to cook beef thoroughly because he’s afraid of burning it or gets impatient. So usually after cutting into it I have to ask him to throw it back on the stove for a bit.

The problem with being hungry is that if I wait too long to eat, I start to feel sick and then I can’t eat very many things. Mostly I can eat dry crackers or string cheese. Healthy! At least I’ll be good on calcium. I’ve been eating Carr’s rosemary crackers but I also got some Wheat Thins today to try. I hope they work well because Wheat Thins = yummy and slightly better for you. Of course I do have to share if I eat them in front of the kids. Those kids sure do love crackers.

I have been trying to keep fruit and berries on hand lately. And I’ve been looking into more vegetarian options, like this delicious wild mushroom and goat cheese quiche I got from FreshDirect.com. It’s really good and quiche has a lot of eggs in it so I’m hoping it will help fill in the protein gaps. I am also taking my vitamins, which aren’t official prenatal vitamins. I can’t seem to keep those down since my first pregnancy, I would take the pill, throw up and have to start all over. So my OB/GYN (whom I miss and will have to replace, since I can’t very well fly to New Mexico every time I need to see the doctor) told me I could take chewable Flinstones vitamins. I found some with iron in them and I’ve been trying to take those after dinner avery day, though I do admit I forget sometimes. I wonder if my new OB/GYN will be ok with that though. I did fine on them with my last two pregnancies, no anemia or anything like that, so I don’t see why not. :)

I think it’s time for me and Chris to watch some episodes of The Office on Netflix now, so I’m wrapping this post up. Hopefully I will keep remembering to update this thing!

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