My babies are nine months old now (patting my own back) and I have mastered the ninja art of mommy-hood returns (just made that up). Sometimes I am the heartless mom who leaves them alone in the room to cry it out (tough love) while at other times I cant even leave them for fifteen minutes with their dad to go to a saloon to get those rain forest like eye brows done. (FYI the saloon is like five steps away from my house)
Well oh well, I cant say I don't enjoy all the attention I get when I cruise that twin pram around, The "awes" and the "oooh sho cutes" make me feel like a mini celebrity in my own lil self centered world (yes I have one and its with a big ass chandelier right above my head). Wen people ask me how I manage and very humble that I am, I say: "Its just one day at a time".In real, I am dead tired every night and when both of them have slept I cant believe that I actually made that happen.
But sometimes I feel, if it was just one, I would have taken better care, may be dolled her up a lot more and sing to her and read those ridiculously lame kiddy books to them (tried once with all the animated voices I could find, felt pathetic and gave up immediately, my husband does that now)
Then there are those meal times when the baby food skirmishes happen and am praying for science to invent something to make it easier for me to give them that mashed potato and broccoli. (really I would like to fund the research if any one wants to take the initiative) Heard myself scream the other day "Eat your food or I will eat it" and realized that I've stopped making sense any more.
My younger one has started to crawl and the older one has started to talk, so ones constantly all over the place trying to fall or harm herself daringly and the other is forever "ba ba ba ta ta ta mum mum ma aapppa" and a million repetitions of that. So you can imagine the kind of attention they require and at some point I feel they get a bit jealous of each other or may be I am just imagining things.
I had read somewhere that twin moms live longer than the regular moms, so I guess I will out live you all, and may be I will utilize that time to catch up on all the lost sleep and watch all the movies that I missed and attend every freaking concert and get massages from Chinese, Indian, Thai any one everyone.....and prolly become a hippy or something along with my group of other freaky twin moms. (so cool).
Its not as bad as I make it sound, coz if it was that crazy I wouldn't be having the luxury to be blogging about it. Ha!! now am making sense.
Well oh well, I cant say I don't enjoy all the attention I get when I cruise that twin pram around, The "awes" and the "oooh sho cutes" make me feel like a mini celebrity in my own lil self centered world (yes I have one and its with a big ass chandelier right above my head). Wen people ask me how I manage and very humble that I am, I say: "Its just one day at a time".In real, I am dead tired every night and when both of them have slept I cant believe that I actually made that happen.
But sometimes I feel, if it was just one, I would have taken better care, may be dolled her up a lot more and sing to her and read those ridiculously lame kiddy books to them (tried once with all the animated voices I could find, felt pathetic and gave up immediately, my husband does that now)
Then there are those meal times when the baby food skirmishes happen and am praying for science to invent something to make it easier for me to give them that mashed potato and broccoli. (really I would like to fund the research if any one wants to take the initiative) Heard myself scream the other day "Eat your food or I will eat it" and realized that I've stopped making sense any more.
My younger one has started to crawl and the older one has started to talk, so ones constantly all over the place trying to fall or harm herself daringly and the other is forever "ba ba ba ta ta ta mum mum ma aapppa" and a million repetitions of that. So you can imagine the kind of attention they require and at some point I feel they get a bit jealous of each other or may be I am just imagining things.
I had read somewhere that twin moms live longer than the regular moms, so I guess I will out live you all, and may be I will utilize that time to catch up on all the lost sleep and watch all the movies that I missed and attend every freaking concert and get massages from Chinese, Indian, Thai any one everyone.....and prolly become a hippy or something along with my group of other freaky twin moms. (so cool).
Its not as bad as I make it sound, coz if it was that crazy I wouldn't be having the luxury to be blogging about it. Ha!! now am making sense.
