The Twinkies

When does the “I want to eat the electrical cords” phase end? Anyone?

Co-sleeping and I didn’t get along at first. There was all the chuffing and gurgling that kept me awake, along with the hysterical worry on my part that silence meant death. After a brief, 6-week fling co-sleeping and I called it quits. The Arms-Reach Co-Sleeper never was that comfortable anyway, or so it seemed, and everyone was happier after our break up.

Then the four-month sleep regression came along. I turned back to co-sleeping, even though our earlier relationship had failed. I made some changes. I’d grown. I’d worked on myself and thought I was ready for a more serious commitment. Plus, I was desperate. Really, really desperate. So desperate I plopped a baby in the middle of the bed and just hauled her wakeful self down to my boob whenever she squalled.

If you can nurse lying on your side, co-sleeping may well be the most wonderful thing in the world. I can nurse sleeping. I can wake up just enough to pull a baby to the vague vicinity of my breast and let him (or her) latch on on his own. I am not actually sleep deprived any more. This is a little tricky with twins, as fitting two adults, two babies and a cat in a queen sized bed has proven to be impossible. For some reason, B. isn’t too keen on being kicked out, and kicking out the cat is trickier than you’d think. She’s fast. And smart. And persistent. Plus, if I do have both babies in bed the one further away from me, closer to Daddy, has this annoying tendency to try to crawl over his (or her) sibling to get to me. Sibling does not like this.

Well, no relationship is perfect, not even the most ardent love affair.

I’ll fill in the hole in the wall over the course of the week.

Hole. Hole! What hole? There isn’t a hole. When you went downstairs, there wasn’t a hole in the wall. Why is there a hole in the wall?

HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY.

Melanie over at Catholic Mom muses on the futility of plans when you have small children and the sweetness of appreciating each day.

The cuteness at I Got Two, Babe actually hurts.

A.P. at Two Many Babies lists the GOOD things about a twin pregnancy, such as getting to eat all the ice cream you want.

Eva writes about the day her twins started daycare.

Casey writes:

What time do the babes go to bed? I’m wondering if I should make a cube of solids as an addition to bedtime routine.

The evening schedule, in theory, goes thus as we sit here at 8 months:

6:00 - B. gets home

6:30 - Dinner. The babies sit in their high chairs and eat with us. Right now they are up to 2 - 3 cubes (ounces) of solids each. F. also feeds herself slices of avocado and banana as well as her “teething biscuit”.

7:00 - B. takes the babies upstairs and plays with them in their nursery while I clean up dinner and get a baby break.

8:00 - One baby gets a bath. Then both are changed into PJs and a sleep sack and I nurse them down.

I don’t think the addition of the solids has really helped the sleeping issues (or hurt them), though I have heard that for some babies solids right before bed actually makes getting them down harder.