Babies Don't Keep

As I'm reminiscing tonight about this weekend one year ago, this poem came to mind.  The twins' first year of life has flown so quickly.  I want to cherish each moment.

Babies Don't Keep

Mother, oh Mother,

come shake out your cloth,

empty the dustpan,

poison the moth,

hang out the washing

and butter the bread,

sew on a button and make up a bed.

Where is the mother whose house

is so shocking?

She's up in the nursery,

blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little

Boy Blue (lullaby, rockabye, lullaby loo).

Dishes are waiting and bills are past due

(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).

The shopping's not done

and there's nothing for stew

and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo

but I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.

Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?

(lullaby, rockabye, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing

will wait till tomorrow,

for children grow up,

as I've learned to my sorrow.

So quiet down, cobwebs.

Dust go to sleep.

I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

 

~Author unknown

Lessons learned

Lessons I learned this week about taking care of sick twins:

• Four hands are better than two.  I was so relieved when Lee said he was staying home to help.  I couldn't have done it without our tag team.

• It doesn't matter how much you try to separate them, the babies ARE going to share germs.  Once one baby starts throwing up, the other is not far behind.  Don't be surprised when you finish cleaning up after one baby and have a brand new area to clean because baby #2 is throwing up.  Again, four hands are better than two.

• Don't procrastinate on household chores.  Trying to hold a puking baby over top of an overflowing trash can just makes more mess to clean up.  The sink was full of dirty dishes, so we had to clean the sink out before we could give baths (the shower needed cleaning, too).  There were loads of clothes in the washer & dryer, so I had nowhere to put the dirty laundry.  Aye carumba! I have since, kept up with the basic chores so that we have everything we need as we need it.  Perhaps I should have tried this years ago.

• When you hear funny noises during the night, it may just be a sick child, not your husband.  Check on the babies!

• A daddy's love is unconditional.  To watch Lee hug & kiss M, even though she smelled funky & hadn't had a bath was one of the most tender, sweetest things I have ever seen.

Why blog?

I've been so intimidated in starting this blog, that I've decided I'm just going to do it.  Here it is, my first entry.

Why do I want to blog?  I don't really know.  Have you ever dreamed of winning the lottery?  Every now and then Lee and I talk about all the things we would do if we "hit it big".  College would be paid for, our families would not want for anything, we'd support the charities we love; the list goes on and on.  We don't really expect to win the lottery, but it's a lot of fun to dream! 

Maybe this blog is a dream.  Maybe my writing will be so witty and interesting that I'll have thousands of subscribers and will earn enough money to afford me to stay home with the twins.  Maybe not.  Maybe this blog will just be a fun way for me to share my adventures as a mother of two precious babies.  Either way, I know that writing about my life will be a way for me to clear my head and a way to record stories for the twins.  Hopefully, something I say will inspire someone in someway.  If nothing else, my adventures with the babies will at least put a smile on someone's face.  In the words of Dolly Parton, "If you see someone without a smile, give them yours."

Whew.  Now that the first entry is written, on to the adventures!  Stay tuned...