Did you miss us?!
I didn't do a post last week. I gave myself a bi week. I needed it. Why, you ask? The girls have gotten 6 new teeth since I wrote two weeks ago. SIX. And Blake is working on two more. Jacqueline now has 4 teeth and Blake has 8 (10, once her other two break through). And Wade cut his last molar. So, yeah, I skipped a week.
My father in law came in today. Wade is THRILLED! He's currently going downstairs to find him and saying, "Papa, it's me! I'm coming you!" Ha, ha! Nana gets here tomorrow, but we told Wade that she's coming too, so every time he hears a door open he thinks Nana is here. Grandparents are serious business to this kid.
Husband's entire family will be here for the next week. I'm nervous since Wade has been throwing, hitting and being an all around turd recently. But other than my apprehension for cousin abuse, I'm so excited to see everyone. And they'll all be here for the girls first birthday party - wait, what? You heard that right, they're fast approaching the one year mark! They turn one next week, but we're partying a week early when everyone is in town for the ...wait for it.... fantasy football draft. I won't even start on that. I'll just leave it at being excited to see everyone.
Oh, and with everyone coming in town my house looks amazing. You wanna eat off the floor, be my guest (the girls do). Everybody come over right now to see it - just promise to not open any closets. None. Or look in the garage. I cleaned so much that my phone doesn't recognize my finger prints.
Jacqueline was crying cause I wouldn't let her play with the yogurt spoon (everything is an offense to her right now) and Wade told her it was okay and gave her a kiss. So sweet! Makes up for all the turd things. Like this:
Most the time he's trying to be helpful and play with them, but the twins are pretty happy when he's sleeping. Course, then they steal one another's toys. Then there are the moments when they play well together.
Jacqueline has started blowing raspberries on the couch. She thinks she's the funniest.
Other than bugging his sisters (or me. or the dog), Wade's decided it's super fun to throw things down the stairs.
I have a basket now stationed at the bottom of the stairs for him to put the toys in and we carry it back up. It sort of works. But it keeps him busy - I had a terrible headache one day and I was able to lay down during the girls nap and he did this. Hoping this is a fad and he quickly moves on. Speaking of fads:
This one wasn't going out of style quick enough, so Stella's food got moved to Husband's closet.
Oh, Stella got groomed. The groomer had to call me to tell me that she would have to be pretty short because she was so matted. There was some apprehension in her voice and I told her that we have twins and Stella has to stand under them while they eat to catch all the scraps - you could hear a sigh of relief as she said, "oh, that explains it!" I'm sure she was wondering what kind of weird abuse was happening in our home that would account for the random bits of food mangled in her coat (even though I try really hard to pick it out!). I would say poor dog, but she has to take up her post under the high chairs during meals.
Wade's taken to carrying his blankie everywhere. He calls is his "kittie" - apparently a derivative of blankie. Of course he picked a white blanket to be his special, chew on, take everywhere, drag on the ground blanket. So gross. I always try to leave it home, which rarely works. Then I try to leave it in the car and he says, "Kittie want come too." So I've taken to tying it around him like a cape (now he always asks me to, "put kittie on me").
For the record, I put shoes on him, but he took them off three times in the store, so I gave up. Oh, and now he's super into asking for everything. He put a Paw Patrol training potty in the cart and kept saying, "I need dis." Oh, and today he told me he wanted to wear his Superman shirt - I told him he doesn't have a Superman shirt and he said, "yes, I do!" I might need to buy a Paw Patrol potty and Superman shirt. I'm a push over.
I bought a new kitchen table! Craigslist, of course. Went to pick it up, tried getting it in my car, had a rough time. The person's neighbor came and helped me. I kept saying how I was embarrassed, but really, I wasn't, I would never see these people again. I have no pride. In the process I got 75 mosquito bites (I had seven in less than a square inch on the back of my knee). Got it all it, got it home, set it up, hated it. Bought it for $65 on Thursday, sold it for $80 on Saturday. Worth it, no. But not a total miss.
And now, back to my kiddos.