Monday, November 26, 2007
10. The little playground near Auntie M and Uncle T's house. Particularly the tall slide and the creepy frog.
5. Monkeys at the zoo.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
On Monday we left for San Diego. We left early! Michael and I were up by 3:30 (actually I think Michael got up earlier than that!) and at the airport by 5:30. The kids did mostly well on the way there. The plane and all the people on it didn't cease to amaze them. Their favorite activity was standing on the tray table and looking over the seats. Although they didn't sleep as much as I would have liked them to (Max fell fast asleep as the plane touched ground) I cannot complain about the flight. That is until I discuss the ride home....
We went to see Auntie Martha and Uncle Ted, but the highlight was really their cousin Bailey, the dog.
Now, in this photo Bailey potentially looks like a big dog- at least he is shaped like one. He is not. He is the size of a new born baby, a very oddly shaped newborn baby. He came up mid-thigh to the babes and they thought that was the funniest damn thing ever! In fact, Madeleine could not stop repeating the word, "doggie" over and over and over. At one point we all thought she was referring to us and that our name was actually "doggie".
You get the idea.
We enjoyed many parts of San Diego, number one being Uncle Ted's and Aunt Marthie's awesome house! We touched every thing on our level. We dropped anything heavy that we could find on their wood floors. We dragged their fabulous rocking chair all over. We swiffered our tail off (if your name is Max). And, best of all, we fed the doggie everything! Bailey must still have the runs.
We visited the zoo and the beach. We ate ice cream and Uncle Ted's homemade apple pie. We drank from Auntie Marthie's cool water bottles and chased the dog till our legs couldn't run anymore!
Thanks, Martha and Ted, for a fabulous Thanksgiving and a wonderful vacation. It was great to see you. The Meyers' appreciate your hospitality!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Breast milk. I have it. I lactate, and have been doing so for over a year. It doesn't gross me out but I know that it grosses other people out. My kids love it. They are attached to it. I'm not sure if they are attached to nursing (the act of sucking) or to the milk itself. Incidentally, they do not like Cow's milk. They don't drink it and when someone refers to 'milk' they think of my milk, which, has to be better than the average cow's.
I know that my nursing 17 month old babies is a debate. I know people have strong feelings about it. I know that it surprises some, perhaps it disgusts others, I know that people do not understand why I continue. They have told me this.
Let me tell you.
I worked hard to lactate efficiently for my babies. I worked hard to get them to latch on and have breast milk be their sole source of nutrition. In fact, it was probably one of the most important things I did while my babes were infants. Now that I have it I don't know how to take it away nor do I think it is important for me to do so.
When the babies were born they were rushed to the NICU. They received my milk or colostrum mixed with preemie formula. They had to have formula in order to grow, to become stronger. We couldn't afford for them to lose weight in the few days they waited for my milk to come in.
I nursed Madeleine first. She was four days old. She latched on beautifully and sucked like she knew how to (and of course she did, really). I have to say that I was scared to breast feed. I didn't know if I would like it, if it would feel weird or make me uncomfortable. I didn't mind it and thought it was amazing that I could produce nutrition for my babies just as I had done when they were in utero. I was proud of my body for doing what it was suppose to do as it had failed me many times over throughout my life.
Maxy didn't nurse until he was 10 days old. He didn't know how and didn't seem to want to. He had a poor suck reflex. He had a hard time getting the milk out and seemed to root constantly. In addition, he had a hard time getting enough milk in the bottle. He would fall asleep and refuse to take in the entire 70 cc's required for him to grow.
I cannot remember how it all transpired, sleep deprived that I was/am, but I do know that by the time the babies were 8-9 weeks old they were fully and completely on the breast. This was after we saw a feeding specialist/lactation consultant twice. I took the medication reglan and Fenugreek to make enough milk. I was able to exclusively breastfeed my twins. An accomplishment than many are not able to do.
I'm proud of this.
Our breast feeding relationship is a special one; one that I will not always have. No, I do not plan on breastfeeding until they are in kindergarten. But, if I did it really is none of your business. Sometimes my milk seems to be the only thing that calms my babies. Sometimes they need to nurse more than anything else. Why would I deny them that?
Of course they eat food just like other children. They have nearly all their teeth and do not require pureed foods. They also eat dairy in the form of yogurt and cheese. So, I guess the question "do they need breast milk" is a tricky one. Do they require it to grow in body? No. Do they require it to stave off diseases? Maybe. Do they need it to be comforted? Sometimes. Does it hurt them? No. Does it help them? Yes. Does it hurt me? Sometimes. Does it help me? Yes.
Why would I stop now?
I will discontinue our breast feeding relationship when it makes the most sense to do so.
Great Breast Milk Websites:
Reasons to Breast Feed
Friday, November 16, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
If I think back to what I have done in a year and a half time it is nothing compared to what my children have accomplished! Granted the last 17 months have been a whirlwind and we have all grown in the Meyers Family, both size wise for some of us (Max and Madeleine) and emotionally for others (Michael and myself). But what about before the babies' conception? What about from the time I was 23-24.5? Nothing much happened. I cannot even remember it!
However, in 17 months time my babies have learned to roll over, to crawl, to grab toys, to eat, to walk and now they are learning how to talk. Since Madeleine started to walk well she has made huge gains in the language department.
Ball (clearly, it is her favorite word! Everything is a ball whether it is a real ball or a christmas ornament or even a pea- it is a ball)
Uh- Oh (enthusiastically and clearly)
Mama (lovingly and a little whiny)
Daddy (excitedly and clearly)
It is wonderful to be able to talk to your kids and have them talk back. I cannot wait for more.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
1. I would never have started smoking. Even though I do not smoke now I wonder what damage I did before.
2. I would have stayed in college the first time. That would have been a hard road to navigate but would have been worth it.
3. I would have recognized that my 'majors' were not lucrative careers. You can only go so far in French and Comparative Literature.
4. I would have invested my money earlier.
5. I would have never quit the track team on the first day.
6. I would have thought harder about vegetarianism.
7. I would have travelled more while in Europe.
8. I would have worked harder to stay in touch with my sister. We are in touch now, but how many years/experiences did I miss out on.
9. I would have worn sunscreen more.
10. I would have exercised more as a teenager.
11. I would have judged less.
12. I would have put myself in the number one position, no matter what.
Granted, you cannot live life again. And you shouldn't mourn the past. But to recognize lessons learned- now that is worthwhile.
- Respect yourself
- Beware of toxins that enter your system, both physically and socially
- Be nice
- Money does matter
- Carpe Diem
Friday, November 9, 2007
Thursday, November 8, 2007
So today is Thursday. We have had our typical Thursday. A night of little sleeping and I wake up with a headache. Not that uncommon but less common than before kids (it's a long story but oddly enough I was allergic to dairy before pregnancy and do not seem to be anymore- who knew!). The babes and I take Michael to work. We search for something to do in the morning to exhaust the little rugrats, something that will cause sleepiness in the later morning. This will ensure a good nap and a fun day at school.
This morning I got a timely call from my dear friend asking for us to have a playdate. A sucker for non-planning, I oblige. The Ms loved playing with her son, T. In fact, I did very little parenting this morning as the babes played with T's toys and swapped water bottles, my friend and I caught up with each other (we haven't spent much time together in a while) whilst sipping coffee. Relaxing indeed.
At nap time (we left too late) we get in the minivan and make the 15 minute trek home. By the time we pull up in front of the building Max is sleeping soundly and Madeleine is making all the gestures that she too, is tired. I haul the kids up and miraculously Max remains sleeping. Madeleine, however, doesn't take her nap for another 45 minutes or so. grumble grumble. When she is ready she poops and cries as I change her dipe. Max wakes up and I soothe he and his sister back into slumber. Sounds good, eh?
Well, we are suppose to be at school at 12:30 (yep, prime time toddler nap!) As Madeleine falls asleep at 11:40 I'm going to venture to say that we are not going to make it to school. What am I crazy? To wake a sleeping toddler and drag two kids to the car? Sure, I'd like to have them go to school and get my bit of time to myself but honestly, with my headache, I'm not up to it.
It is 12:40 and they are still sleeping. We are not going to school today.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
It is Michael and my four year anniversary today. We don't have pictures- we eloped. Pictures were taken on that cold day in the court room but we never got the film developed (blush). My memories of the day are better than any pictures I would see anyway. Here's how it worked:
November 3rd: Michael and I talked about how much we hated the wedding planning stuff. We talked about eloping and 'just doing it' and having our own special wedding day that was our secret.
November 5th: I called Michael at work to tell him that we could get married on Friday. They had an 'opening' at noon.
November 7th: I picked Michael up from work. We went to the court house and got married. We spent the night at the Four Seasons Hotel. We danced, ate chocolate covered strawberries, toasted with champagne, it was perfect.
June 19, 2004: We had our wedding ceremony. It was lovely but not as good as our actual special wedding day.
November 7, 2007: We have twins that we love more than anything (besides each other, of course). We are so happy to have our family and to be spending the rest of our days together.
Happy Anniversary. I love you more today than I ever have before. I love that you take care of me by doing the dishes and cleaning the house when I'm exhausted, like last night. I love that you remind me to eat during the day because you know that I am more likely to grab a cup of coffee and a scone. I love that you make me laugh at least once a day every day, like this morning in the car. I love that you love our babies as much as I do.
I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.
I love you,
Friday, November 2, 2007
She walks most places now. The videos below are from earlier in the week with some funny out takes.
I'm so proud of her. She got her helper leg on September fourth. It took her two months to really figure it out.