30 fingers&toes

"Are they triplets?" "No, I found the other one in the parking lot and thought, 'why not?'"

Some days…..

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Yesterday was a “I want to pull my hair out” day.  Today so far is going better.  We’ve only had one major incident of Isabelle being a pain in the you know what.  That incident was her smacking Madeline in the face.  Isabelle did this for what appears to have been no reason other than Madeline was just there and it seemed like a good idea at the time.  After an apologetic hug and kiss the world went on.

She’s almost 2 and doesn’t know any better.  That’s the sentence that repeatedly goes though my mind when I just want to lose my mind.  I don’t know what it is these days with Isabelle.  I’ve got three kids all very close in age and I do my very best to divide my attention equally between all three when I’m alone.  This was hard in the beginning when the twins thought it was a good idea to eat every hour.  Then we got them on a schedule and things became a bit easier.  And babies sleep a lot so Isabelle managed to get attention then.  And now the three of them are basically on the same schedule so it’s back to being a bit more difficult to split up my time.  But when the twins are playing together I try to make sure that my attention goes to Isabelle.  So that she has someone to play with.  Lately that doesn’t seem to be enough.  She will go from playing with me, to over to where the twins are and take away their toy or knock one of them over.  Then she will throw whatever the toy was down on the ground when I ask her to give it back to them and come back to what we were doing.  It’s getting so frustrating sometimes.

Another one of her new things is to take a sip from her sippy cup and then spit it out.  She’ll spit it out on to the floor, her tray, down the front of herself.  I don’t get it.  I have no idea what brought this on.  This had better stop soon.  She’s been limited to water for the time being because I don’t want her spitting out anything that might stain if I don’t catch her doing it.

The most frustrating part of my day is when Ian comes home and the kids act like little angles.  I’m sure he wonders why I feel my day was so hard.  That really is the icing on the cake for me.  He takes over for the 60 minutes he’s home before they go to bed and everything goes perfect.  No screaming, no fighting, no toy throwing, no nothing.  All day I get it, 5 days a week, 12 hours a day I get all the crappy stuff.  I love the time I get with the kids.  I am very fortunate to be able to be home and I couldn’t imagine it any other way but it would be nice to not be screamed at for just one day.

I am working on cleaning out Isabelle’s room to make it 100% kid friendly.  I am thinking about putting her in her toddler bed.  So that way for morning nap, which is is starting to give up, even if she doesn’t want to sleep she can play in her room while I at least take a break.  I can stay upstairs and snooze or watch tv to be nearby.  This is better than her and I being downstairs and my falling asleep on the couch some days and her finding things to get into.  The living room for the most part is kid safe, but every once and a while they manage to find things.  I think we will convert the crib on Friday night.  That way we have the weekend to try it out and lose sleep if we have to.  I’m also trying to figure out better placement for her crib until we do the toddler bed.  Right now she can reach her blinds and she’s ripping them apart.  Her room is oddly shaped and has three windows so it makes putting her crib on a wall hard.  It will be easier I guess when she’s in a bed, she’ll have her own things to mess up rather than the blinds, I hope.

Well I’ve got an hour before the chaos starts up again.  Gotta find something for Isabelle for lunch and make more formula and put my feet up.

Author: 30fingersandtoes

Parenting and adulting is hard. There is no manual. No volume control. No self cleaning house and self refilling fridge. This is my story of navigating through the ups and downs of our crazy-wonderful life.

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