FACT: I have almost no time to get on my computer anymore. All email, Facebook or any other correspondence is done on my phone. When I am on my computer it's generally to get up to speed on my latest Body Attack or Step release.
FACT: Two kids is more than twice the work of one kid. Especially when you have two boys. It's basically 24 hour/day murder-suicide watch. People warned me about this when I was pregnant and I didn't understand what they meant. OK, I get it now. When does it get better?
In conclusion, I don't want to stop blogging. Please don't confuse my absence for not caring about the blog. I do love the above mentioned items.
Last "FACT": I love my life. My kids are awesome! They are just so little and needy, but they are so sweet and loving. And different! And yet also similar. They look like twins. But that's where any similarities end. My oldest was such a social and interactive baby. He could care less about mobiles and toys. He never crawled, and was extremely trepidatious about being on his belly and in new places. He would cry if I wasn't holding him at only 10 days old, but loved the swing, car seat and stroller. He loved his damn pacifier and ended up almost exclusively drinking from a bottle the first 7 months of his life. I pumped all of his milk and was constantly frustrated by this. He said his first words at 7.5 months old and by one year was staring to talk in 2-word sentences. He's got very blonde hair, hazel-green eyes, and I get asked frequently whose child I am watching.
My younger son wouldn't let anyone put him down for the first 10 weeks of his life. It didn't matter who was holding him, only that he was being held. The swing, car seat, bouncy seat, all of that has gone virtually unused as he had some strange issue with being held. He still screams when first put in those contraptions. He's interactive, but obsessed with things that dangle and laughs at the walls. He'll get annoyed if you try and get in his face and interrupt his interaction with the wall. He rolls around on his belly to grab toys and tries to crawl. He gets bored easily. You have to walk around to different places while holding him. He refused to take a pacifier until he was 2.5 months, then finally agreed to it for moments here and there, until I finally gave up on it all together. He under no circumstances will take a bottle. He's starved himself for 9 hours and then spent 48 straight hours nursing to make up for not eating. It sounds bad but it's actually not that stressful. I never pump; I have no idea how much milk he needs or gets and I just nurse him when he wants and I don't think about it at all. It's a bit annoying when I have to get somewhere for a doctor's appointment or for work, but I trust him and my body to do what it needs to do and that seems to be working well for us.
The two of them are BFF. At times, my older son finds his younger brother a bit boring, but I can see how this is going to eventually develop into something awesome. My 5.5 month old swiped broccoli from his brother's hand the other day and the next thing I know, they were fighting over who got to eat broccoli. A mama's dream come true :)
I have more I want to write. But I think I'm going to go to bed now... Thank you for reading and catching up with me!
