What I know about Motherhood

Okay.  I have had my boys home for a little over two months now.  Please take a moment to enjoy their ridiculous cuteness. 

Thank you to ML Photography!  We LOVE our photos!!!

So when it comes to motherhood, I pretty much know it all.  This is for sure your one stop answer to all motherhood questions.    AND... your welcome.

Let me just start by telling you some tidbits I have learned about motherhood. Specifically, mothering my twin boys. Just to wet your whistle for what is to come on this here little blog of answers to life's maternal mysteries.

#1 The most frustrating thing I have encountered thus far is a child that will not sleep. (Wait for it... this isn't the frustrating part yet - even though I just said it was.  Bear with me...)  You rock him, and sing to him, and turn out the lights in the bathroom and turn on the fan, and rock some more, and change the song you're singing and rock and rock and rock.  And the child babbles and coos and talks.  Or sometimes cries.  Then you've reached the point where your arms are going to fall off, so you ask your husband to try, and the moment your child touches his arms, he's OUT. COLD.

Not cool dad.  Not cool.

#2  Upon becoming a mother, many things changed for me.  I used to be somebody that required 8 hours of sleep to function properly.  Without it, I talked like a sailor, grew a 5 o'clock shadow, and could only open my eyes half way.  Now, I log about 4 and 1/2 hours total when you add up the 20 minute cat naps I get between Kingston and Kyrie waking, and I am ROCKING my days.  Or... at least my children are fed and happy, and I am loving my life.  No facial hair or cursing involved.   Usually. 

#3  Mothers don't shower as much as we should.  Or at least when I do shower, I don't dry my hair and I sometimes just put on clean pajamas.

I know.  You are judging me.  I get it.  I was going to be that mom who is always wearing heels and has perfect hair.  I really was.  But I have TWINS people.  And why put on the lip gloss when its just going to get all over my boys' faces throughout the day?  Oh, and then there is the fact that I don't leave the house.  When I'm back at work, I'll become presentable.  Until then, I'll parent in the comfort of my sweatpants.

#4   Babies have more wipes available to them than necessary.  In my home right now there are regular baby wipes, boogie wipes, hand and face wipes, pacifier wipes, toy wipes and clorox wipes.  I'm not kidding.  I have all those wipes.  Do I NEED them all?  No.  I could survive with just the baby wipes and clorox wipes.  The rest are just different scents and sensitivities.  But you can't say I'm not prepared. :) If there is something to be wiped - I'm all over it.


#5  The most rewarding moments come when you least expect them. Kingston reaching his hand up to my face as he falls asleep to make sure I'm there.  The sound of cries stopping because I've picked up my boy and he knows its me.  Snuggling in bed with a baby that can't sleep unless he's touching me.  And then there are the times when I think, I wish I could have you forever.  And then I remember that they ARE mine forever.  I'm their mommy and I'm the luckiest girl in the world.

What else could I possibly need to know about motherhood?  :)

Baby Crack

No, I'm not talking about baby booty crack - which is a worldwide phenomenon for newborn pictures across the country.

I am also a fan of that kind of baby crack.  Nothing cuter than a pair of baby buns.  Or 2 pairs!

But that is not what I'm talking about today.

Baby Crack.

As in, what my child fiends for, gets the jitters over, and is addicted to.  It causes tantrums when taken away, and just the sight of it causes Kingston to whine and thrust his body towards it.

It looks like this:

Yes, that's right.  The dinosaur ball popper is our baby crack.

I'm not sure why its so desirable and fun.  I just know that it is the best toy in my children's eyes.  It plays music and sends balls flying in the air.  The balls are the perfect size for little Stefanich boy hands and mouths.

I didn't even bust it out until recently, because it requires 3 C batteries, and we just didn't have those lying around the house.  And C batteries are more expensive than you would think.  But when I finally bit the bullet and bought them, my boys were addicted.

Addicted to baby crack.

Ignore the background mess please.  There MIGHT be a pillow and blanket on the couch where I napped.  Don't judge.

It started out as just a bedroom toy.  But then we realized its power.  I went in nursery one day with Kingston in my arms.  He spotted the popper under a little coffee table.

And lost his mind.  He was trying to get out of my arms and was whining and crying and acting quite out of the ordinary.  I thought it was weird.  But moved on with the day.

Then a couple days later, David had a late meeting at work, and I had to bathe and put the boys to bed on my own.  While I bathed Kyrie, I put Kingston in front of the popper to play in the bathroom.  He was thrilled.  Once Kyrie was done and in his jammies, I tried to trade babies.  When Kyrie started to play with the popper, Kingston LOST.  HIS.  MIND.

He could not forget about that thing, and fought me about getting in the tub - which he USUALLY LOVES.  So weird.

I have to distract these boys when I put it away.  I have to HIDE it.  And then do a song and dance so they forgot how cool the popper was and move on to the next thing.

Here it is in action.  It doesn't even need to be playing music for them to love it.

Hence the name Baby Crack.

Now when they are crabby or fussy - We bust out the baby crack.

Need to take a shower?  Baby Crack.

Want to eat dinner?  Baby Crack.

Want to see pure joy in the faces of my boys?  Baby Crack.

I'm only hoping that silly ball popper holds its magical power for awhile.

Do your kids have baby crack?  What does the trick for your little ones?  I'd love to know!