No, not literally, although some people may be thinking that since I haven't updated this blog in awhile. I'm in heaven because the babies are sleeping longer stretches at night and I feel like a new woman!! Sometimes they've surprised us by eating at 8:00 pm, going to bed and not waking for a feeding until 6:00 am...and then last night, Landon actually went a full 12 hours....NO JOKE!!! At only 3 months...who'da thought??? I always heard from other moms how they're children slept 10-12 hours at night at the early age of 3 months and I used to feel an outrage of jealousy...but now I've experienced it and it is pure nirvana, I tell ya!! And I don't think we've really done anything different...the power feedings didn't work for us, the dream feedings didn't work for us, increasing their formula intake during the day didn't work for us. What seems to be making the difference is their increase in body weight perhaps and/or cutting the 3rd nap of the day short, making them incredibly tired by the time bedtime comes around that maybe they just don't wanna wake up in the middle of the night to eat anymore. Landon is able to go longer stretches than Garrett...we had been waking Landon at 5:00 am to eat when Garrett was waking up but the last couple of times, he seemed really tired and only ate 2 ounces of formula (puking most of it back up). I told Tim "I'm not waking him up to eat anymore...what a total waste of my time". So this morning we let him sleep, instead of waking him when Garrett woke up at 6:00 am and to our shock and amazement, the little guy continued to sleep right up until 7:45 am....the last time he ate was the night before at 7:45 pm....talk about 12 hours to the minute!!!
So the "sorta" part of being in heaven, is now that the babies are doing great with their sleeping at night, guess who isn't???? Yes, Bella....Queen of the Barbie Princesses. She wakes up every night and comes into to our room and wants to sleep in our bed. And yeah, I'm a horrible mother, I've been letting her stay instead of walking her back to her room. I just don't wanna deal with the crying and such. Last night, she took 3 hours to get back to sleep....I finally raised my voice to her and threatened her with going back to her room if she didn't go to sleep. Fine with her...she grabbed her blankets, gave me the evil eye and left the room. 5 minutes later, I hear her saying "Cole, wake up"....wonderful, now I have TWO children awake at 5:45 am and it's not the ones who I thought would be awake!!! I just decided to ignore them and figured they'd go back to sleep at one point, which they did. But this morning, Cole complained that his "body" hurt and I just thought maybe he had to poop....but after going to school for just a couple hours we got a call that he wasn't feeling good and had a 103 fever. As soon as he came home, he made a miraculous recovery....isn't that amazing??? Tim left Bella at school, which I know we'll hear an earful from her when he picks her up. She'll never let us live this one down..."you picked Cole up and forgot about me", as tears well up in her eyes and her little bottom lip quivers...and I'll either pretend to play the violin for her (only further adding to her frustration that she is not being heard, causing her to whine only louder) or I could go as far as to hand her a home-made award for "Best Drama Queen Rendition...Barbie Would Be So Proud". Not that I don't take Bella's feelings seriously because I do....it's just that she has become such a huge drama queen lately, feigning illness often and telling me "you have to call the doctor" as she lays her little hand over her forehead as if she's about to pass out. Yes, she actually likes going to the doctor and the only reason I can think of is because it's the one place she gets all the attention focused on her. I'm raising a little hypochondriac apparently.
So life continues to be very busy for us but it keeps the days going by fast...the boys just turned 3 months on the 10th. I can hardly believe they're 3 months old...Tim and I totally see differently on this issue. Yesterday I said "can you believe the boys are ALREADY 3 months old...it went by so fast" and he looked at me very seriously and said "are you kidding me? It feels like it's taken forever just to get to this point". MEN....they certainly are not equipped to deal with babies they we women are. Tim can easily let the babies cry and not let it bother him...he can sit at the table and continue to eat his dinner while they cry. I, on the other hand, cannot. It's not so much that the crying starts to work my last nerve (because it really does...like nails on a chalkboard after just 10 seconds of it) but I don't like the thought they are crying for something and they're being ignored. Yes, it goes back to the same way I felt when Cole and Bella were babies...that they'll feel abandoned and neglected and they'll never come visit me at Christmas time when I'm an old fart. They'll tell their wives, who are wonderful mothers, "my mother was horrible...she'd just let us cry for hours and hours".
Anyway, getting back to today and Cole being home from school, the ironic thing about it is that it's been very easy today. He came home while I was feeding the babies and he sat at the kitchen table by himself and ate his lunch. Then he came into the family room and played with his trains and cars, by himself, until I was done with the babies. Then when I laid them on the floor on their Gymini playmat, he came over and played with us. At 1:00 pm, it was naptime for the babies so I told Cole it was also naptime for him. He grabbed his blankets and headed off to bed....huh???? Why is it so much harder when I have all 4 kids home with me??? Oh yeah, Bella.....whoever said it was harder to raise boys??? I'm finding it's much more difficult raising a girl...well, challenging is probably a better word to describe it. At the tender age of 2....yes, 2 years old....she knows EVERYTHING and she has no problem letting us know that. She is very sweet at times, bless her little heart but there are times when I just look at her and think "I don't even wanna know you when you're 13 years old". She wants to pick her own clothes out, right down to the socks she wears....we've had some pretty big battles in the morning with her over this. Most of the time, I just cave and let her wear what she wants, even if nothing matches because it's not worth the fight in my opinion. She also insists on wearing her Barbie dress-up shoes everywhere....she must have a million Barbie and Disney princess dress-up shoes (the plastic ones that have high heels on them and all kinds of sparkles and such). And the darn thing is that everywhere we go people will look at her and say "oh what a pretty princess you are" and she looks at me with gleam in her eye or maybe it's "ha ha ha, I won" that I see in her eyes...either way, it's not a battle I'm willing to fight every day. I'm just happy if I can convince Cole and Bella to brush their teeth twice a day by telling them they're teeth will fall out and God forbid they won't be able to eat those crappy gummy bites they love so much. Well, their teeth will probably fall out anyway just from eating those things....so much for always saying "I'll never feed my kids that kind of crap"....if I had a dime for everytime I said that before I had kids, I'd be rich right now....although we are finally getting a "Whole Foods" here in town so we may be on the right track to cutting out some really bad eating habits...yeah!!
Things with Tim and I are going well, for the most part. I was watching Oprah the other day and there was a couple on there who reportedly suffered really bad marital strife due to the wife's lack of interest in sex. She was just too tired after taking care of their 2 kids all day....hmmmmm, yeah that sounds familiar. So she decided to have sex with her husband every single day for a week and now she says they have an incredible sex life and they're so much happier. I told Tim about this and he said "I could handle that". I dunno....I have 2 babies who hang on me all day long, I have the smell of spit-up and poop permanently encrusted in my nose, and I have 2 toddlers who leave me hoarse by the end of the day on most occasions....do I really think I can muster up the energy to have sex with my husband every day for 7 days???? I could give it a try...hey, maybe it WILL actually work and make us both happier people but it just seems like a lot of work. Wouldn't taking an anti-depressant do the same thing without me even having to take off my clothes???
Okay, on that note....I have about 5 baskets of laundry to fold and put away...and the sad thing is I'll have 5 more loads to do again tomorrow which is odd to me because both Cole and Bella insist on wearing the same things almost every day. How is that I have so much freakin laundry????