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September 20, 2013

How we survived 18 months of twins

Well...hello again.

We're going to have a series here on GBTS! I'm pretty excited about it.

It's called "How we survived 18 months of twins" or HWS18MOT.

Thing is...there are plenty of blog posts on the internets that involve survival guides for new parents. I'm not going to say that this one is different. But I will try to talk about some things that really helped us, especially in the first few months, that are not going to be the advice that every new mom gets. I'll go ahead and run through those right here.

"sleep when the baby sleeps"
"forget about chores and cleaning"
"get/ask for help"
"enjoy every minute" (this is one that really gets my goat. really? You want me to enjoy the minute in the middle of the night when the hubs and I realize that both twins have spit up in their beds and one of them has had a blow out after we changed the sheet...that moment? Thanks, but I don't see a need to enjoy that particular moment. We did laugh about it...later...much much later)

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"go easy on yourself" (I really love this advice and wish it were tattooed on every visitor's forehead when they visit a new born)

I could go on, but you get the point. I'm, hopefully, going to talk about a few things that made a real difference in our lives during the first 18 months of our boys' lives.

Stay tuned.

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September 13, 2013

waking the sleeping giant

OK...I'm not saying this space is a giant, per se, but the giant that is my internal narrator is waking up. And guess what that means!!! More writing...or at least posting pictures of my kids ;).

It's been a while since I've been here. Most of the summer was the same old same old. It was a lot of what I wrote here. And with two toddlers, that's enough for me. For a few weeks it was A LOT more. And then it kind of evened out a bit. The funny thing about living at the beach is that the summer is our busy time. It's when everyone wants to come visit (I'm using the royal everyone in this moment...as in everyone and their mama wants to come to the beach in the summer). There's nothing wrong with that. In fact, I'm so thankful that everyone wants to come to the beach in the summer because if they didn't, we probably wouldn't be living here. And, please believe that I am NOT complaining about living at the beach. I live at the beach...who could complain about that.

What I am saying is that I love the beginning of May and September and October at the beach. These are the times when the beach feels like ours again. The traffic slows down and thins out. It's still warm. If we didn't have toddlers, we'd be sitting out on the dock for hours reading (now we're just outside running around...but that could be a lot worse, too).

So, now's the time when we regroup and start to plan things instead of living day to day.

Now's the time when my internal narrator kicks back into gear.

So...here's to the end of summer, cooler days, fewer mosquitoes, and the lonely beach.

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