Since the girls have started table food, I probably spend hours each week planning and selecting the healthiest ingredients possible for their meals. I focus on a healthy balance of fruits, vegetables, grains, proteins and fiber. Around 75% of their meals are organic. Why is it that I move heaven and earth to make sure my children don't miss a meal and are developing good eating habits and I skip meals on a regular basis (don't worry, I am not exactly fading away)? For instance, tonight I skipped dinner so I could get to Whole Foods to buy food for the girls only to come home and eat a scrambled egg sandwich and a glass of chardonnay for dinner! Brett ate a Jimmy John's sandwich and an Eggnog Latte from Starbucks. It's ridiculous!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Never Wake a Sleeping Baby
Monday, September 1, 2008
Grandma strikes again!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Are you pregnant?
Monday, June 23, 2008
My Life
I don't know how many girls actually get to live that dream but I do know that I am one of the lucky ones. I am so grateful for the life I have been given. I have always had a loving and supportive family and then I met Brett. He is truly the love of my life and he came into my life so unexpectedly. We had our first date on June 7, 1997 and haven't spent more than a few days apart since then. When we got married in 2000, he was just starting his financial advising practice and I am not going to lie, it was TOUGH! Getting used to sharing everything with another person and struggling financially lead to some very trying times but we managed.
When his practice turned for the better was when we decided to start trying to have a baby. In my heart, I always knew there was going to be a problem. I didn't know what it was but I just knew. After a couple years of trying on our own, we decided to talk to a professional. I was diagnosed with PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome) and was told that there was a very little possibility of me ever getting pregnant on my own. So began the series of fertility treatments...pills, injectables, IUI, and finally In Vitro. It was a very overwhelming process. Several injections every day and daily ultrasounds! I don't know how we did it but each time we got a negative result, we mourned for a few days and were ready to start the next cycle with the same optimism we had the very first try. Meanwhile, everyone around me was getting pregnant. I told Brett once that I thought my fertility treatments were working on other people! I never had negative feelings towards anyone for getting pregnant but I will admit, I often asked myself, why not me? We wanted a baby so badly! After I had an ectopic pregnancy, we decided to look into adoption. We went to a local agency for an orientation. I had my little notebook and was ready to really consider it. We knew immediately this wasn't the agency for us. They strongly encouraged an open adoption and that wasn't something we were comfortable with. On the way home, we decided that we would give In Vitro one more try. We called the doctor the next day and informed her it would be our last try. Because we waited until the last minute to start the cycle, our medication wouldn't arrive in time. We almost had to cancel the cycle when another patient of the clinic got a positive pregnancy test and donated all her extra medication! We began the cycle and several weeks later we got the happiest news we could have ever received. We were pregnant!!!! We in turn donated all our extra medication to the clinic! Three weeks after that we learned we were having twins.
Cut to my life today. I am lucky enough to have the option of staying home with my beautiful little girls. My husband has two successful financial advising practices in Illinois and Indiana and is able to spend a ton of quality of time with his family. We do not take our life for granted for one minute. We know not everyone is as fortunate as us and we share our love with each other and our children every day.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Ignorant Drivers
For those of you that have never noticed, certain stores have parking spots reserved for expectant mothers. If you never noticed, no worries, I didn't notice until I was actually pregnant. In fact, I never parked in the spots until I was visibly pregnant because I didn't want people to think I was an ignorant driver. The Westfield Mall near my house has several of these parking spots. I think this is a really nice idea. Anyone who has been in their third trimester of pregnancy knows how difficult it is to move around at that time. You are exhausted and in most cases, you are so swelled up so much you look like the Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters. These parking spots were incredibly helpful to me, as it was freezing cold during my third trimester and it would not have been a good idea for me to try to cross an icy parking lot when I was carrying around an extra 50 pounds. So, THANK YOU, Westfield Shopping Centers, Babies R Us, and any other establishments that thought of doing this.
So now my reason for this blog. Brett and I went to the mall on Sunday for a quick lunch. We had the girls with us and it was absolutely beautiful out. Sunny and High 60s! As we circled the parking lot looking for a spot, I noticed the Expectant Mothers spot was open. We found a parking spot and while we were getting the girls out of the car, I noticed someone pulling into the Expectant Mother's spot. But it wasn't an expectant mother getting out of the giant SUV. It was a man and his daughter (maybe 10-12 years old). How IGNORANT! Is that what you are teaching your daughter? I realize there are no laws against parking in that spot as it's not a handicap spot but come one. I am assuming it was his daughter and if she was in fact his daughter then at some point, his significant other was pregnant with this child and endured that horribly uncomfortable third trimester. How would he feel if his wife or girlfriend had to trek across the giant parking lot because some other schmuck took the parking spot dedicated solely to expectant mothers? Pathetic! Is there any common courtesy left in this world? This guy falls in the same category as the ignorant buttheads that rush ahead to the elevator when they see me approaching with my double stroller so they can get in before me, not to hold the door for me, but to hurry up and press the door close button so they don't have to share an elevator with me and the girls. Or the people that immediately asked to be moved at the restaurant when they see Brett and I and the girls get seated anywhere in the vicinity of their table. Seriously, what kind of world do we live in?
Monday, March 10, 2008
Daylight Savings Time...Whatever!!!
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Cubs v. Yankees
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Sleep Deprivation
Brett playing Xbox with the girls and rocking out to Welcome To The Jungle on Guitar Hero!
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Dinner with the Twins
Now the bad part, we were only able to eat this meal because we are horrible parents and put both babies in the bouncers in front of the TV (hey, give us a break, it was Baby Einstein on the TV). At this point, Brett and I are in survival mode. So if one more person comments that they hate me because I am back to my pre-pregnancy weight, I will be glad to invite them over for one day to change 20 diapers, prepare and serve 16 bottles, wash two loads of baby laundry, get two babies dressed only to have them explode all over their fresh clothes, and still find time to eat a decent meal. Cheers!
Old People and Babies
1.) Are they twins? They are generally dressed exactly alike and in the same carriers but I still don't think this question is as stupid as they get!
2) Boys or Girls? Okay, getting stupider (is that a word?). Anybody who has seen my girls knows that it basically looks like I dipped them and all their belongings in Pepto Bismol. Who would do that do their sons?
3) Do twins run in your family? They do now!
4) Did you have them naturally or c-section? Seriously! Reminder, these are complete strangers asking me this question!
5) Do you breastfeed them both? I can't quite figure out if people ask this because they want to know if I breastfeed versus bottlefeed or if they want to know if I breastfeed them at the same time. I am sure it is the latter.
Comments provided not in the form of a question:
Uh-oh, Double Trouble (I like to think of them as Double Blessings)
Boy, do you have your hands full (Yes, mostly of poopie diapers and bottles of formula)
How do you do it? (Uh, do I have a choice?)
Anyways, back to my original subject. Old People and Babies. So we are at the nursing home and it would appear that senior citizens look at babies and see the Fountain of Youth because they make a bee line for them. Fine, I get it, babies are cute (especially my babies) but these people were like grease lightning. Before I could bat an eye, they grabbed Sweetie Pie's hand. Yes, the hand she has recently discovered and the hand that has taken up permanent residence in her mouth. Ugh, I have no idea where that man's hand has been. I am their Mom and I don't even put my hand in their mouth and I am an insane hand washing freak! Before I could say a word, Brett swooped Sweetie Pie away and immediately began wiping her down with baby wipes and then proceeded to quarantine her from all human contact for the remainder of the day. My hero!!!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Good Friends - The Sequel
On Friday I decided to go out to Indiana with Brett and while he worked hard to make the money, I worked equally as hard to spend it. :) Lindsay and I had lunch at Houlihan's (their Chicken Tortilla soup rocks) and then did some shopping. I know what you are thinking, how could she possibly shop so much? While at Target, Lindsay told me about a dream she had about Laffy Taffy (She's pregnant). She decided to buy some and so I ended up buying some Dove bars. After we left Target, I needed my Starbucks fix. While waiting for my grande non-fat Cinnamon Dolce Latte with whip, Lindsay decided to tear into her Laffy Taffy which of course meant that I needed to tear into my Dove bars. Cut to Lindsay and I at Chase Bank. I get up to sign some paperwork and all I hear is Lindsay laughing so hard I thought she was going to put herself into labor.
So back to my original question...What makes a good friend? A good friend (or cousin) is willing to clean the Dove bar off your butt (that you shouldn't have eaten in the first place) with a Shout Stick. Thanks Linz!
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Good Friends
Question: What makes a good friend?
Answer: Today was a great day. I met my friends Tanja and Carrie (and Abby too) for lunch. I had the pleasure of introducing all of them including my girls to PF Chang's. I believe it was a hit...thank you Chang's Lettuce Wraps! After lunch, Carrie and I went shopping. During a quick break (I am soooo sure) to feed and change three babies, I was lucky enough to stick my hand in Sweetie Pie's VERY GREEN poop! So back to my original question...What makes a good friend? A good friend wipes poop off your hand while you are changing your daughter. (Thank you, Kramer!!!) It wasn't the first time I got baby poop on my hands since the girls arrived and I am sure it won't be the last. I can only hope that I will always have a friend there with a diaper wipe locked and loaded!