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Morning conversations with Isabelle…

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In the  morning I get Isabelle up first, she’s usually already awake standing at the head of her bed and looking out her window.  Here’s how our day starts out:

Mommy: Good Morning Isabelle, did you have a good sleep.

Isabelle: Yep, *yawn*

Mommy: How about I put your blind up before you pull it down?

Isabelle: OKAY!  Birdie!! Plane!!! Car!!  Daddy???

Mommy: Did you see all those things outside Isabelle?

Isabelle: Uh huh.  Daddy?

Mommy: Daddy is at work honey.

Isabelle: Work, uh huh.  Babies?

Mommy: Yes, we’ll get them right after you get dressed.

*We get the babies and head down stairs, Isabelle is usually in the living room while I’m in the kitchen*

Isabelle comes running in and says:

Cupcake?

Me: No, no cupcakes for breakfast.  She runs out again.  Shortly returns.

Muh Muff? (Isabelle talk for muffin)

Me: No, we don’t have any muffins today perhaps we can make some later this morning. 

Isabelle: Uh Huh.  And runs out again.

Returning again she says:

Frutego?  (Keep in my I’m trying to spell something the way she says it…she is trying to say Fruit 2 Go, kind of like a fruit roll up but healthy)

Me: No, you can’t have a fruit 2 go for breakfast, maybe at snack time.  She runs out again.  Again returning only seconds later…..

Bun?

Me: Sure Isabelle you can have a bun. 

Isabelle: Yummy!

Isabelle and I pretty much go though this whole scenario every morning.  Ian and I are in so much trouble because we have one very smart little girl on our hands.  And she is either going to use her smartness for good or for evil.  Some days she chooses evil.

Every morning Isabelle and I also have another little routine.  When we go in the twins room to get them up, changed and dressed the first thing I do after saying “Good Morning”, is I open the curtians to let in some light.  I always seem to do Aidan’s first, so I pick up the tie up off the floor and tie the blind up and pull up the vertical blinds.  In this time Isabelle has run in, picked up the one for Madeline’s blind, runs out of the room into her room, drops the tie up on the floor comes running back in to Madeline’s blind, looks at the floor and then puts her hands up in the air and looks around and sort of says “Where is it”.  So I play her little game for a minute and then she usually goes and get the tie up and we open up the blind together.  I’ve thrown her off her game lately by not opening Maddy’s blind every day.

These moments and conversations have become so routine for me I swear I could do them in my sleep.  However I really do enjoy these moments, shows me my little girl knows how to use her head and I like that she likes to be silly and think she’s being so clever by hiding things even though I totally see and hear her doing them.

We are still struggling with her when it comes to eating.  Give her something she likes no problem, get her to try something new or even sometimes it will have been something she’s eaten in the past but not for a while and she won’t go near it.  Or sometimes she simply won’t eat because she won’t eat.  I’m looking forward to this coming to an end but who knows how long that will be.  Potty training is hit or miss.  She won’t tell us when she has to go.  I think we really missed a good time with her when the twins were very young, but that was the problem, no time.  The twins demanded so much time we couldn’t really focus on Isabelle.  I know she will get it, but she was at least telling us back then what was happening.  Now we get nothing.  We can get her to poop on the potty but we can’t seem to get her to pee regularly on the potty.  We’re working at it though.

The twins are transitioning on to cow’s milk!! Thank GOD!!  I can’t wait to officially say that we are done purchasing formula!  I had a cashier piss me off the other day.  I was buying formula at $18/can, cheaper than the pervious stuff they were on at $23/can.  Anyways, 4 cans she scanned though and then 4 boxes of diapers and I wasn’t even done shopping yet.  She looks at me and says “Wow, am I ever glad I chose to breastfeed”.

Well what the )(#@(*$#@)*$ lady?  How do you know I didn’t want to?  Now, even if my boobs worked the way they were supposed to, I probably wouldn’t have breastfed the twins anyways.  I know there are women out there who had multiples and did and God bless them but I really just didn’t see that as a possibility.  My boobs just don’t work.  They really are just something to look at lol.  I tried my hardest with Isabelle, but my body doesn’t produce milk.  And the same happened with my pregnancy with the twins.  That also being said I’m just not a huge fan of breast feeding.  I know it’s good for babies, but you know what I wasn’t breastfed and I turned out just fine.  So our kids are almost done formula and I’m already planning where that money is going to start going.  How nice it will be to stop buying formula and soon diapers!!!  I know kids always cost money, you stop buying one thing but have to start buying something else, but diapers and formula are a real kick in the teeth for the first few years of life.

Well nap time should be coming to an end.  I’ve enjoyed writing this post because I’ve been doing it from my back deck enjoying the nice weather.  I think we’ll get the kids up and pack them into the stroller and get them out to enjoy the air for a bit too.  Happy Easter everyone!

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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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