Holy Ribbed Cuff, Batman

Where has this been my whole sewing life?

The ribbed cuff.

Now that I  have done it I can hardly imagine doing a knit project in the future without using a ribbed cuff. It was really very simple, and looks SO finished and professional. I am in love. Check out Little Man’s new fire truck jammie pants!

I bought this truck fabric on remnant but I might just have enough to make a jammie shirt to go with it. Cute though, right?

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Published in: on September 29, 2012 at 11:46 am  Comments (2)  
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My Body

It is no secret. I have three kids. I had three kids in less than three years. I had TWINS and then another baby only 25 months later. You might be able to imagine exactly what that does to a belly. (I won’t show you, so just use your imagination.)

I will tell you I don’t look like a Victoria’s Secret model. And I don’t look like those super active teenage girls who can pretty much walk around in a bikini 24/7 and look fantastic. (Kara!) And I don’t look like I spend hours hitting the gym everyday like those celebrities who drop all their baby weight within weeks of giving birth.

But that is o.k. You know why?

Because I am not a model. And thank God for that! I like to eat way too much. And I’m not 17. And I don’t have hired help to raise my kids and cook my meals and clean my house so I can have all those hours everyday to work out. (And really, if I had all that what are the odds that I would actually choose to spend time exercising?)

What I am is a mom. And that is an incredible thing. Let me rephrase my thought… My Body Is An Incredible Thing.

My body has done exactly what it was designed to do. It has safely brought three little lives into this world. It has protected and nourished those three babies (and actually even more than that thanks to milk donation)

Sure I can feel self conscious about my “twin skin” as I like to call it, or get discouraged trying on clothes. You will probably never see me cruising the beach in a bikini again thanks to my lovely stretch marks. But I am proud of what my body has done.

I am proud.

Published in: on September 26, 2012 at 11:37 am  Leave a Comment  
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Healing

Kylie continues to amaze me with this whole healing process. After the first day she would say “Owie feels all better. No need band-aid anymore.” But I still made her wear it for sleeping and eating. I loaded up all three kids and took them to the doctor yesterday for her to get the stitches out. It was totally a repeat of getting them done. She didn’t cry, squirm, or even flinch when he was working on her. He commented how patient and brave she was while he was digging out all the little leftover pieces. It does seem to be healing up pretty nicely and even though there are those close to us who are hoping for a way to tell the girls apart, I love her little face so much I hope she can have little or no scar at the end of all this.

Day 1

Day 4

Day 6- with stitches

Day 6- no more stitches

Dr. Downey also loved that she wore her doctor coat to her appointment today. Maybe after this she will consider a future in medicine?

Published in: on September 25, 2012 at 8:12 am  Leave a Comment  
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Things They Say- Mispronunciations

I don’t want to forget some of the things the girls say, and here are a few of my favorite mispronunciations.

Hospital= Hop-sit-al

Dinosaur= Dino-horse

Milk= mil-oke

Computer (Alyssa)= cube-a-lar

Computer (Kylie)= co-peeler

Mango= Toe-mango (I guess kinda like tomato)

Salami= Sla-mommy

And although it is not a mispronunciation, one of my all time favorites is what they think a frog says. I will say this had been going on for about a year. I have been told I need to correct them, but it is just so darn cute I can’t do it. I know they are not going to go off to college thinking this, so I figure it will just work itself out along the way. But it will be a sad day for this mommy when her girls realize a frog does not say “Dub-a-dub-a-dub”.

Published in: on September 24, 2012 at 10:43 am  Leave a Comment  
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ER

Well, we made it 2 years and 7 months before we made our first trip to the ER. Last night after we put them in bed the girls threw a fit about going to sleep. At some point, Kylie must have thrown herself down and landed on the side of the toy chest, or the bed. We don’t really know. All we do know is that they soon calmed down, and when we went in to check on them before we went to bed Kylie’s hair was stuck to the side of her face. Russell took her into the bathroom to see what it was and clean her up. We quickly realized her cut was enough to warrant a trip to the doctor.

And we were right. After a few minutes of waiting to be processed (and lots of worrying from mom about all the germs we were exposed to in the waiting room…) we were the last people of the night to be sent to the Fast Track ER. The guy who helped arrange for us to go back (a few minutes after the had closed) got into a little bit of trouble for it since we weren’t as easy as he led them to believe. But everyone was great and they all stayed late to help Kylie out. The doctor told me she would need stitches, and that she would cry, scream, need to be held down and possibly sedated. He asked if I thought I could handle being in the room for that. Of course I would stay with my Bear, no matter how hard it was! We had 1/2 hour to wait for her numbing cream to work on her face, so her and I just talked about what was about to happen. I told her he was going to sew her face like Mommy sews. She seemed o.k. with the idea.

When it finally came time to go to work they brought in a flat bed (gurney?) with extra blankets on it. They started to wrap her arms down tight and I told her we were swaddling her just like baby Wyatt. And then they started. They shot some liquid into her wound. It had some pain killers and cleaning stuff I guess. At this point I had one arm on her body and one hand holding the paper (with the little whole for the doctor to work) on her face. I tilted it so we could have eye contact. There were 3 nurses there to hold her down if the need arose. One nurse stood behind her with her hands around her face, but she never needed to hold her down. Kylie never cried at all. She never tried to squirm away. She laid there and listened to me recite a book to her. Then she even started talking to me and the doctor while he was working. It was incredible how brave she was. They said she did better than most adults do! It was over within a few minutes and after they brought her a brand new stuffed turtle we were quickly on our way. They also gave her a double popsicle, but she hadn’t even licked the one they gave us at check in, and it was after midnight so I just put it in a cup to put it in our freezer for later today. She had wanted to share it with Lissie.

Mommy and Kylie when we first got back to our “room” She is playing with my change purse.

Right after her stitches… no tears!

In the car about to go home with her new turtle. Even a little bit of a smile!

Changing her band-aid this morning. The wound.

Needless to say I could not be more proud of her. And she loves her new turtle and her special hospital bracelet. I told her she could wear it as long as she wanted to.

Published in: on September 19, 2012 at 9:46 am  Comments (1)  
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Pampering

My girls are not really girly girls. Sure they like their princess  glasses and jammies as much as the next girl, but they also love to climb, get dirty, play with trucks and even soak themselves in lighter fluid. (Did I forget to write that post?!) So when my mom mentioned the idea of painting their nails I said there was no way it would happen. They wouldn’t sit still long enough to paint them, let alone let it dry. But one day Wyatt was sleeping and I needed to clip nails. Alyssa sat on a little stool in the kitchen and it just was perfect for pedicures. So I asked if they wanted one. I know they had no idea what they were agreeing to, but they thought it sounded like fun. I did the whole thing. Washed their feet, used a nice body scrub, a little baby oil rubbed up to their knees, and even let them each pick their own color. Kylie was a bit disappointed when I didn’t have blue on hand, but settled for a pink with sparkles. Here is how it went.

Alyssa’s toes

 

Kylie’s toes

And they actually let them dry! They stayed in the kitchen (to avoid paint on the carpet) and didn’t touch their nails- even long after I told them they could. They are still asking me not to mess up their nails when I wash their feet. I think we will be doing this again often.

Published in: on September 18, 2012 at 2:33 pm  Comments (1)  
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Indoor Bowling

A couple of days ago I set up a little indoor bowling game for the girls to play. Good work for motor skills and hand eye coordination, and they loved it! I have been saving some 2 liter bottles for a while now (we drink very little soda, so it has taken a few months) but I finally got 5 together. We have a nice little linoleum patch by our front door which made for a perfect place to set up the “pins”. I used some blue painters tape on the floor to show them where to throw from and let them go.

They are twins, so we already have taking turns down pretty well… as long as everyone has gotten enough sleep 🙂

They had somewhat of a hard time with the balls, so I also brought out bean bags that I had made last year. They are smaller and don’t bounce around, so accuracy was more important, but heavier and easier to get some force behind. It didn’t really matter because the girls enjoyed both and didn’t get frustrated when they missed. And they loved setting the bottles back up when they did knock them over.

It became a little more baseball and a little less bowling than what I imagined, but it was all o.k. My little Bear (Kylie) was quite the thrower. She was pretty accurate and even threw the balls one handed. She might have a future as a pitcher or something!

I love her face in this one!

All in all it was a super cheap, very easy game that they really enjoyed. I will be pulling these bottles out again and again. As they get better at knocking them down I plan on adding water to the bottles to make them harder to knock over.

Published in: on September 13, 2012 at 8:22 am  Comments (1)  

Some Wyatt Updates

Wyatt has officially moved into his own room, all by himself.

I know everyone has their own ideas about kids and sleeping arrangements but this is what we have done. All three kids have slept in our room, in a separate cradle/pack & play, for the first six months. Not one of them has ever slept in our bed at night. At six months they moved into the nursery. The girls shared a crib until they were about 14 or 15 months old and then each went into their own crib. At 17ish months they started climbing out of those cribs and moved into toddler beds, which they are still in. The first couple of nights Wyatt slept in the nursery I slept on the twin bed in there to help him adjust. The first night he woke up 3 times and seemed to realize he was in a different place. The next two nights he didn’t wake at all, and when he woke up in the morning he happily looked and kicked around. The first night he slept in his room alone I accidentally had the monitor turned way down and didn’t even hear him. I got up once to check on all of the kids (the girls have been running some low grade fevers but have no other symptoms) and I found him mostly asleep but sucking vigorously on his thumb (which he only does when hungry). Since he was mostly asleep I went back to bed, but heard him making more noise a few minutes later so I just got up and fed him. He went right back to sleep in his bed and didn’t stir until the morning. He wakes up so quite and happy even with the monitor it is hard to tell when he is awake.

He still likes to sleep with a foot out of the bars on his bed, although the crib only allows one foot not most of his leg like the cradle did. I think he knows he is going to be tall and figures he has a lifetime ahead of him of his feet hanging over the edge of the bed. That is actually the way I sleep. On my stomach all the way down the bed with my feet hanging over. Oh, it is so comfortable. It is the thing I miss most when I am pregnant.

Wyatt is also making progress with his solid foods. He still isn’t loving them, but he gags far less than he did the first two days, and so far likes the rice cereal more than the oatmeal. He will be trying peas later today!

“Mom, what is with all the pink bowls? You have a boy now, time to update things a bit!”

Published in: on September 12, 2012 at 8:04 am  Leave a Comment  

For The Love Of “Underwears”

You may remember I posted part one of a potty training serious way back when. Well you might be wondering what has been happening around here since then, and the answer is not much. After a few days of wanting to sit on the potty (with only long periods of time waiting and luck on our side) the girls lost interest. I am a big believer that it isn’t going to work until they are ready, so we didn’t push the issue. We still talk about it with them, but they haven’t wanted to try again. Yesterday however they decided they wanted to wear underwear (or “underwears” as they call it) instead of diapers. So I let them for a little bit. I told them we weren’t going to go pee pee in our underwear and they needed to tell me if they had to go. Alyssa has told us one time while we were at a park with no potty around, so I thought maybe they could try it. Well, they wore their training underwear for a little more than an hour and stayed dry. They did however refuse to try sitting on the potty and I was buried in laundry and couldn’t watch them as closely as I would like for potty training, so the diapers went back on. BUT I still think it is a win that they were able to stay dry for so long. We have family visiting this weekend and things will be kinda hectic, but after they are gone and life will be “normal” for a little while I think we are going to just go for it and switch to underwear and see how it goes. They are very excited to wear their colored underwears with stripes and hearts on it that we have for them. And there is just something so cute about little butts without diapers on.

Published in: on September 11, 2012 at 9:36 am  Leave a Comment  

Cookies and Milk?

Yesterday on Pinterest I happened to see a recipe for cookies that claim to support (and even increase) breast milk supply. Now, that is not really something I need help with at the moment, but you never know when you’ll need a little help, so I thought it  was worth bookmarking. Plus, she recommends eating 4-6 cookies a day, which is right up my alley. Anyone who tells me that is how much I need is someone worth listening to!
Here is the link I got it from, but I’ll also post the recipe here since I know some people don’t like to click around a bunch. As soon as I get the other ingredients I’ll give them a try and let you know if they are yummy and if they work like they claim to!
Ingredients
  • 1 C butter
  • 1 C sugar
  • 1 C brown sugar
  • 4 T water
  • 2 T flaxseed meal (DO NOT substitute)
  • 2 Lg eggs
  • 1 t vanilla
  • 2 C flour
  • 1 t baking soda
  • 1 t salt
  • 3 C Thick cut oats
  • 1 C Chocolate chips
  • 2 T Brewers Yeast (DO NOT substitute)
Instructions
  1. Preheat oven to 375.
  2. Mix 2 T of flaxseed meal and water, set aside 3-5 minutes.
  3. Cream butter and sugar.
  4. Add eggs.
  5. Stir flaxseed mix into butter mix and add vanilla.
  6. Beat until well blended.
  7. Sift: dry ingredients, except oats and choc chips.
  8. Add butter mix to dry ingredients.
  9. Stir in the oats and then the choc chips.
  10. Drop on parchmant paper on baking sheet.
  11. Bake 8-12 minutes.
Published in: on September 8, 2012 at 8:58 am  Leave a Comment  
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