Showing posts with label Tired. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tired. Show all posts

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Tired Baby


It's rough
when life is so busy all around you


that you have to just put your head down
wherever you are
and conk out.



Its hard being the "baby"
(well he is... by two minutes)
with the quietest voice
Sometimes you just got to do things for yourself


Got tired of playing
tucked his little hands under
and tuned out.

Don't you worry
I swaddled his cute little bum up
and gave him a good cuddle
before putting him to bed.

Monday, October 25, 2010

And she's out...



I was feeding the twins
when Ryan asked me where the camera was.


It must be tough these days for the little bug
bein a girl in a house full of boys
you gotta keep up
or more likely, crack the whip
and boss them all around


or it could have been
the 10 times she changed her clothes today
before she landed on this
too big garage sale beauty
that she just had to have


or the 7th time she snuck out
to play at the neighbors.



Whatever it was
she was out for the count
for the rest of the night

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Multitasker



It's not just anyone


that can hold one baby
Feed another baby
watch tv

(Notice the remote tucked near Collin)
and play Plants vs. Zombies on his phone
all at the same time.

The man has skills I tell ya
Skills.

Does it make it more legit if I spell it with a Z?
Not sure
so here
Skillz
Cause he's got them.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

I lied, but let me explain...

I told Holly that I have been too busy to blog.
I lied.
I used to make time.
I am just tired.
I'm not too busy,
I am just too tired.

So here is my reattempt
to not be too tired
for the important things.

Like,

playing transformers in the under the table fort.

Kenna and Cohen have reached the age
where they will take themselves off to play for bits of time.
Lovely break,
and highly entertaining to snoop on.

and fun moments like,

watching Avatar in IMAX 3D.

Philip (my computer guru brother)
convinced us that this was the ONLY way
to really see Avatar.

He was right
(he usually is)

It was really amazing
on the IMAX screen
with the super expensive ($70) IMAX 3D glasses.
An alarm went off
if you walked too far out the theatre doors with them on.

This was some serious business.
I would get so into the movie
I would forget I had them on
Then I would look over at Ryan
and chuckle because
we looked like such idiots.






I have also been trying not to be too tired to
work on some of the projects that have been piling up.

Like the Block of the Month
Quilting thing.

I paid to do it,
so I need to not procrastinate getting them done.


Cohen just dumped an entire gallon
of apple juice

all over my kitchen floor.

Emptied the whole kitchen towel drawer
trying to clean it up himself,
then splashed through the puddle
and tracked apple juice footprints
all the way across the kitchen
and onto the carpet
to tell me he spilled.


This is his face while asking if he can come out of time out.

See why I am tired?


There is also this excuse,


but it makes me feel like a whiner
to pull this one out.

26 weeks this week.

When I went in to the perinatologist
they gave us these pictures

Baby A Profile

Baby A sucking his thumb

Two baby heads
Side by Side

Baby B looking right at us

Baby B looking at us again
this time sporting the Alien Look

and she told me that even though on that day
I was only 25 weeks and 1 day

Baby A
was measuring 26 weeks and 3 days
and weighed 1 lb 15 oz

and

Baby B
was measuring 25 weeks and 2 days
and was 1lb 10 oz

both bigger than the average single baby at this point
and both bigger than my due date.

Fabulous.
Huge babies.

My OB then proceded to tell me at my appointment
2 days later
that my belly was measuring 31 weeks
(or what would be 31 weeks with a single)
even though I was only 25 weeks.

I told Ryan
and bless his heart
he said
"But, you don't look that bi..., well..."
"Honey, I think you look fine"

Meaning,
I really look that big.
Pictures are deceiving.
I am that big.


I sent the picture to my dad
and he said I should keep the mirror
because it was flattering.

Meaning what?
Not lookin so hot in real life?
Yeah, I got it.

One more time.
Suddenly I don't care if its whiny,
I'm using it.

See why I'm tired?

I'm hoping by tomorrow I will get over the tired whining
and have the energy to post something fun.
We shall see.