The hell? I was just about to cheerfully wish Patrick a fond farewell this morning when Steve told me there is no school for some reason. I had to have another cup of tea to restore myself. I was going to get so much done today, too. I was going to finish the tax organizer that has been sucking up all my free time for the past couple of weeks, do one final load of laundry before I throw away all of our clothes so I never have to wash them again, and shop online for that thing I need that I can only seem to remember when I am nowhere near the computer. Seriously. There is some THING that I really need, some THING that will solve all my problems and make life one grand sweet song but I am damned if I can figure out what it is right now. I knew at three o'clock last night but now... gone again. Most annoying and in complete harmony with my new habit of wandering from room to room with no idea of where I was going or what I intended to do once I got there.
Apart from the obliteration of my short term memory I am doing quite well. I suppose. It is rare that I think lovingly of my lifelong insomnia but my ability to thrive on tiny amounts of sleep is treating me kindly these days. Although Caroline... um, I can barely even say it... Caroline has been sleeping through the night. It is the weirdest thing. Yesterday she slept from 11 to 6, today it was 10 to 5 and then she falls back asleep after being fed. This is so alien to my experience (I own every single sleep book ever published - seriously - and nothing ever worked with Patrick. ever) that I don't know what to do with myself. Imagine if she was my only baby - the mind boggles. Of course my sweet and chunky Edward is still up a few times every night so from my point of view Caroline's sleeping habits are more an item of trivia than anything but still... wow. She sleeps in the bassinet right next to the nursery chair and as I feed Edward I look at her puffing her little lips out as she dreams and I just shake my head.
Oh, I have to ask, to the billion or so people (most especially my local twin mom friend who repeated this point to me every single day of my pregnancy) who insist that the only way to survive two concurrent infancies is to get them on the same schedule: are you HIGH? Two babies needing to be fed and changed and burped and cuddled at the same time - ON PURPOSE? Caroline and Edward worked in sync for the first several weeks and it was really freaking hard. Not only is it almost impossible to feed two floppy babies at the same time but what do you do when reflux-y baby one is finished and needs to be burped and held upright but reflux-y baby two is still eating? Granted I suppose there is something to be said for only getting up one time per session rather than twice at unspecified intervals but criminey! You would need six hands. Oh. Oh right. I know what you are thinking, you are wondering where the father is in all this, aren't you? Well, maybe it's Stockholm Syndrome but I still think that it makes more sense for Steve to sleep all night. It's not his fault that a lack of sleep makes him both stupid and obnoxious whereas I only need to close my eyes for two hundred seconds every few days in order to be as scintillating and sweet as ever. If it was just that he becomes a complete tool when he is tired (and he does - ohhhh yes he does) I might be tempted to live with it and pour cold water all over him every time the babies wake up, but I cannot discount that his ability to string sentences together during the day is the only thing keeping me and the children from living under a stump somewhere. I do not support us all by blogging, you know. So it seems, I don't know, only fair that I should get the 11 to 7 shift in exchange for which he buys me tea and brownies. And most days at 7ish when I stagger into our bed he takes whoever is awake plus Patrick until he has to drive him to school a little before nine. Eh, it works for us.
So rather than doing any of the things I intended I have spent the morning playing with Patrick. Patrick who announced that today is Origami Day. ORIGAMI day? How... unusual. Actually the number of holidays that occur in the winter have spoiled Patrick, rather. Christmas, Valentine's, there was a hundredth day of school folderol that appealed to Patrick's numerical side... he has come to expect a thrill a minute, this kid. Which reminds me: he had Presidents' Day off and while I was sitting on the couch tending to the babies and humming tunelessly he walked over and looked at me for a bit.
"This isn't much of a holiday celebration," he complained.
I had to laugh. A pity that Presidents Day is really more about discounted furniture than childish wonder, isn't it?
But back to Origami Day. Patrick must've read a book on origami lately because he kicked off our morning by asking out of nowhere if I know how to make an origami crane.
Box? Butterfly? ANYTHING?
No no n... wait. Yes! Some time in the depths of elementary school I learned how to make an origami ball. Would Patrick like to see it? Of course he would. I got paper and started folding, really talking myself up the whole time. You know how you fold it and then fold it again and then tuck those bits under and then blow in the top and voila? Well, I thought it was cool.
Patrick looked at my offering and said, "Or!" and then took a piece of paper and crumpled it up.
"There! A paper ball!"
So I showed him how to make a fortune teller (aka cootie catcher aka whatever you called it in your part of the world) and wrote things in it like "You will go into space one day" and "You will travel around the world". I finally impressed him.
Game. Set. Match. Honors? Mine, thank you very much.
Oh and before I forget, Edward and Caroline were vaccinated
yesterday and it really sucked. Not the shots so much as the
subsequent crying and fevers last night. This is my two second take on
immunizations: they terrify me. Although adverse reactions are rare,
the idea of taking my healthy baby into the doctor and winding up on
the wafer's edge of terrible statistics is truly alarming. We have
family friends whose daughter received a bad vaccine at six months and
has been institutionalized for the past forty years as a result.
Gaaaaaaaah. So I worry about it. However, I am a firm believer in
vaccinations as a matter of public health policy. While stories of
individual tragedy exist it is impossible to argue against them on a
global level. Routine vaccinations have made many previously common
childhood diseases, diseases that can be fatal or permanently
debilitating, rare to the point of near eradication. So I think it is
important and I swallow the risks and hope like hell that nothing goes
wrong. I am aware that in doing so I am not only helping to keep my
kids safer but your kids too - whether or not you choose to vaccinate
them - and I am fine with that provided you are just quietly grateful
and don't bitch at me about it if you tend toward cranky on the subject.
Of course I have only reached this point of greater goodness now
that Edward and Caroline are back to their sunny placid selves. Last
night when Edward was inconsolable for the first time in his life I was
furious and hated everybody. All hail infant Tylenol, by the way.
Finally, for what it is worth I cannot post a comment at REDBOOK either. I wanted to leave Alyssa one because I accidentally posted on top of her and I have never figured out what the etiquette is... well, anyway, I get weird error messages too. Nor can I see the picture I put up. I expect they will fix it eventually. In the meantime, nothing like photos to pass the time, eh?
This is Patrick and Edward
This is Patrick telling Caroline and Edward about Alpha Centauri. They are riveted.
And Dreadward alone.
Wishing a very Happy Origami Day to you and yours.