Repeat.

This day so far has been a bunch of repeats. Let's start with this morning. Woke up to that lovely dirty diaper smell only to go over to the crib and see J. with is diaper off and baby shit everywhere. How he took off his pj's during the night really baffled me, granted he was in a gown which makes it easier I would say but still. So it was a rushed morning to get him in the shower with daddy and then run down to the basement to put the sheets and crib bumper into the washer.

A. started eating more carpet today. Threw up a few times while I was trying to get it out of his mouth. Both the boys have colds again so that resulted in me wiping their noes and pulling boogers out of hair.

They have been very happy though and that's what really counts! They have yet to sleep though a whole night again but only waking up once is better than before.  They love the new toys I got them, mainly the Fisher Price lion play stand thing. It has this toy that makes a really loud noise and when A. first heard it he was so excited he was screaming! It was super cute.

I have a a rough past couple of days... My iPhone hit the shits and stopped working. I have an appointment today at the Apple store to get it fixed or get a new phone. My main worry is that I wasn't able to back my phone up and synch it through iTunes so I am worried that I will lose all my pictures and videos of the boys. My weight is going well, down 6.4 pounds in 2 weeks which is pretty good! My mother in law is coming in a few weeks so I am hoping to get out a but more while she is here for workouts.

Well rested.

Last night was the first night ever my boys slept the ENTIRE night. They went to be at 8:30pm and woke up at 6am for a feeding then we back to bed till 8am. I feel sooooooooooooooooooooo refreshed, awake, and motivated this morning. This is my first full nights sleep in over 8 months. The boys have been good. J. is a little cranky today, but that could be cause A. is clawing off his face while climbing on top of him and also stealing his toys in the process. They are more active than before, pulling up on everything and broke their $80 floor jungle gym last night while both standing and holding it so I ordered two new toys last night for them. I hope they like them cause combined it was close to $100. They are finally over their colds/coughs which is fantastic, I was so over wiping their noes and pulling boogers out of their hair. J. face planted into the bookshelf and busted his nose on Wednesday and it was a rough rest of the day for him.

As for me, things are going well. I have lost 2 pounds since Monday without working out! I start working out this weekend, joined a gym and have signed up with a personal trainer. I am hoping to be down to 145 pounds by the time I go Black Friday shopping. I am at 168.2 pounds currently.

Myself plus dieting equals epic fail...

So... You know how I was supposed to start my diet and new workout this last weekend... Well it didn't happen. I decided to eat everything unhealthy in my home this last week so I could start fresh without any garbage food. Unfortunately this ended in me gaining more weight. I was 169.9 when I weighed myself this morning. I am now bigger than a whale, I am a huge fucking whale. I thought maybe I was a beluga whale but now I feel more like a blue whale which I think is the biggest whale but I could be wrong. So I am going to the grocery store tomorrow in which I am going to stock up on rabbit food (peppers, lettuce, carrots, and so on) chicken, Special K, and low fat yogurt. Wish me luck... I am going to need it.

My child is a goat.

I have come to the conclusion that A. is a goat. He eats everything and I mean EVERYTHING! How he has come to this type of diet I have no clue. J. doesn't eat everything... Only real food. Today he decided to eat carpet fibers from the rug in the play area, which his also did yesterday twice. The best part is watching him hack it up and cleaning up the vomit and carpet fibers afterward. He likes to eat cardboard, books, paper, and my favorite, the carpet. We went out to dinner the other night and thought we would give him a coaster to play with and about 2 minutes later half of it was gone. I guess I really need to start watching him.

Oh my boys...

It's been a rough couple of days with the boys. Not sleeping well, eating ALL the time (they must be going through a growth spurt) and constantly getting stuck. They have started doing this thing where they pull themselves up to their knees on the gate and look at me and sob... They look so pathetic! I love it though.. It makes me go in their play area and lay down on the floor and let them crawl all over me. I have a feeling they will be walking by the time I go to my parents for Christmas. J. can pull himself completely up and can start to move around the gate, A. can pull himself up but is still a little wobbly. He gets up with this big smile and then he starts to get a bit unstable and gets the worried/scared look on his face then falls down and starts to cry. They have been fight more, and get pissed whenever the other one takes the toy. They have such great littler personalities and I love watching them interact with each other.

Black Friday versus the scale...

Yes... I am already thinking about Black Friday, I have been for a few weeks now (I have a bit of a shopping addiction, it might be a problem). I look forward to this shopping event mainly because of the savings, it's huge what you can save. I went 2 years ago and for $175 I got a beach bag, large cosmetic case, medium cosmetic case, small handbag, and wallet from Kate Spade, granted I had to wait two and half in line to check out but it was worth it. The outlet mall in Leesburg Virgina is where I will be at Thanksgiving night at 10pm when the start of the stores open it's doors. Here's my dilemma... The number on the scale. I just weighed myself, which was stupid since it's 6:15pm. Your supposed to weigh when you wake up, naked and had gone pee. Let's just say I'm not what I want to be at and that I am a fucking whale. I am currently 166 pounds, 31 pounds heavier then my pre-pregnancy weight of 135 pounds.

I look forward to this shopping event so I can shop for myself but I refuse to buy anything this heavy. I hope to be at 140 pounds by Thanksgiving. Let's hope I am keep up the workouts and healthy eating habits. I will keep you all updated on the weight lose and how things are going!

babies and shoes.

I have been putting the boys in shoes lately, fall is here (finally) and it's a bit chilly out. I put these little slippers on that Grandma got the boys. As of now, they each have one on... Oh, wait... A. just took his other one off so now just J. has one on. They have cold feet but yet ALWAYS pull off their shoes and socks. It agitates me. I buy these cute (and expensive) shoes and socks only to have them pull them off their feet and each others feet. I just don't get it. Although I love the fact that J. is crawling around with one slipper on, it's super cute.

I love silence.

All I can hear is the sound of the swings going (and the occasional baby fart) and it's so nice. JP is sleeping on the couch, his typical Saturday morning routine. It's been a pretty nice past couple of days. Wednesday night  went out for dinner with a few other twin mommy's which is always a blast, I love being able to talk about all the crazy shit my boys do with others who know what I am going though. Thursday we had playgroup which was interrupted by a rain storm, and Friday we took a nice long walk since it was super nice out. It's been in the low to mid 60's and I love it. I am so ready for this summer to be over... I just HATE the heat.

The boys have had some interesting moments the past few days. I think my favorite was yesterday. I hear a muffled scream from the bedroom, go and look and I see J. with his hands on the back of A's head smothering him into a Boppy... They are 7 months old and already trying to kill each other. J. proceeded to throw several items at his brother, and hit him pretty much every single time. There has been lots and lots of the shrieking screams. I think our neighbors hate us, also we have been keeping the windows open so probably the building across the street hates us as well. The were really fighting on Thursday and it came to the point where I had to separate them... At 7 months. I ended up putting them in their Bumbos and sticking them in front of the TV and put on a Baby Einstein DVD to get the screaming to stop. J. finds Baby Einstein the most hilarious thing in the world, A. could care less and seems more interested in starting at the red light on the DVD player.

It was a good day.

Yesterday was a good day. As I sit here eating my leftover Chinese for breakfast in peace while the boys are napping I am thinking about yesterdays events. The morning started off a bit chaotic. The boys had a rough night, up several times including at 5am for a feeding and diaper change, this made us sleep a bit later than I wanted so I was running around like "a bitch with a stick up my ass" according to JP... Apparently I am a little bossy when I am rushed. After we all showered, bathed the boys and got the diaper bag ready to leave, I go to get the boys to put in the stroller. The first thing I see is J's head... A. had either spit up in his hair or was chewing on his head. J's hair looked like Cameron Diaz from There's Something about Mary, but styled with a different "fluid". Although the two fluids look very similar. Hahahaha. Ew. My apologizes... My mind goes to that of a 15 year old boy at times. Anyways. Get J. cleaned up and head out. The rest of the day goes pretty smooth. Boys had a doctors appointment and got some shots :( Came home poured and enjoyed a glass of wine while the boys played and continued on laundry... Yes, I am still doing laundry. Ordered some food and watched America's Got Talent.

Oh Mondays... How I hate you.

Mondays are a tough day for me. JP (daddy, hubs extraordinaire, and man of the house) is gone from 6:30am-10:30pm between his internship and teaching. So that leaves me ALL day with the boys. It's been one hell of a day, as I look over to A. who is screaming at me cause he is stuck on his knees holding onto the railing yet again for the 100th time today. He's been pretty abused today you could say by his brother J. Between be climbed on top of, hit in the eye by a block that J. decided to chuck at his head (mind you, he's 7 months old) and getting jumped on repeatedly by his brother cause he kept crawling under the jumper, and I had pulled him out several times, but for some reason kept going back. He has also cut his first tooth :( which means he's probably not feeling well. The screaming makes me want to go hide in the bathtub with a bottle of wine... Bedtime is 50 minutes away and it feels like forever. I am hoping tomorrow will be a better day. Hopefully.

A happier A. this afternoon... His brother was napping.

My apartment smells like spit up.

As I gather the laundry together I have an overwhelming aroma of spit up fumigating throughout my bedroom. I haven't done laundry in about 2 weeks, which means the piles are huge. A. was really sick for about 6 days and is back to normal, so now I don't have to worry about projectile vomiting and using a towel (Yes... A full sized adult towel) to clean up myself, A. and all around us. I have come to the point where I hate doing laundry, I normally love it (weird I know) but the fact that I have to put it in the basket, hull it to the basement, pay $2 for a wash, go back up to the apartment then 37 minutes later go back down to the basement , pay $1.50-$2 to dry, wait 25-40 minutes for it to dry and hull it back up to the apartment to fold it... I don't want to put it away after all that. I'm lazy. But I need the smell gone, so here I come laundry.

Starting the day...

As I sit here on my computer looking at my messy apartment and listening to my twins scream cause one is climbing on top of the other and pulling at his face I think to myself... A year ago is this where I thought I was going to be? No. Never in my mind would I have thought I would be a twin mommy but... I wouldn't change it for the world. My twins 60% of the time are pretty well behaved. The other 40% well... They are monsters/terrors/my worst nightmare. They have developed this shrieking scream and cry, and climb on everything but have yet to figure out how to get down and cry when they get stuck, climbing on top of each other pinning the other one down, spitting up and playing in it and so on... But I love my boys :) I am looking forward to this blog as a way to vent and speak my mind. I hope you enjoy reading about my life, kids, breakdowns, and anything else that comes up.