A Day in the Life...

I should be working but I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes open, let alone my mind focused.  I wonder how long I can go without sleeping through the night.  Really, it's only been a handful of times in the last 2.5 years.  Copper didn't sleep through the night until her tonsils and adenoids came out- on her 2nd birthday.  Two weeks later Micah and Dakota were born.  Some people's babies sleep through the night after a few months.  Mine don't and it's a real bummer because I think we'd be better parents if they weren't in our faces at 3 o'clock in the morning.  Maybe if I covered the window to my office door and turned off the lights and nobody bothered me for about 14 hours...it might help.  Luckily the body adjusts.  What little miracles bodies are.

When Tim makes a baby bottle, he shakes it for at least one or two full minutes.  It might be the most irritating sound in the whole world.  If it were real milk, it'd turn to butter before he was done shaking it. Some dads don't do much, or do too much of the wrong thing.  My kids are lucky- their dad helps feed them, change them, bathe them, play with them, and love them.  He doesn't hold back- when they're being too much to  handle, he tells them so.  But he also doesn't hold back love or laughter.  He's nice to have. This past week he celebrated his 30th!  I keep telling him it feels exactly the same but he thinks otherwise.  In celebration, I picked up the kids early from the sitters and we took off to buy gifts and food.  It might sound fun to take three babies to Walmart and Cal-Ranch, but it's really not.  It's more like a chore.  Copper knocked over a few boxes of toy horses and I accidentally head-butted her to te...

Copper is 2.5 years old.  She weighs a whopping 26 pounds and is the pickiest eater there ever was.  I offered her a handful of chocolate in exchange for eating one grape and she walked away.  I finally got her to bite a cucumber and it may have been one of the worst moments of her life.  She lives off of peanut butter, string cheese, bread, yogurt, and anything snacky - chips, pretzels, crackers, and not to mention all sweets.  Most of the time, Copper is a highlight of our days.  She loves to dress up.  She would wear her swimming suit every day, even during winter.  She LOVES carousels, her blankets, and trains.  She's pretty happy most of the time, still has that classic smile, and just when she's tricked the world into thinking all is grand, she throws a major meltdown.  Maybe it's partly her age, though I hear age 3 is worse, and maybe it's partly because the huge life changes over the last several months are catching up. Just...

We spent New Year's evening with Tim's family. You can't tell from the following picture, but Micah cried and cried.  Only when she was in her carseat to come home did she smile.  Kota was pretty happy.  And, as you can see from the pictures, Copper was a complete ham.  A cute one, at least!

Copper talking to me while in deep contemplation: "Ma fart?  NO....  Copper fart?  NO.... Dad fart?  Yea, yea, yea!"

I'm pretty blessed to get two babies at once.  Though "fun" was the last thing I thought when we found out, there was this small flicker of excitement.  When I say small, I mean small.  Really small.  And the flicker almost diminished by the time they hit 2-3 months, started crying, and didn't seem to stop.  Healthy set of lungs, these babies have. But, still.  Life is a special kind of crazy. My babies are now 6 months old!  I can't believe it.  I feel like I've aged at least 200 years.  The fact it's only been half a year astounds me. At six months: Micah's figured out how to eat from a spoon.  Kota can sit up like a champ.  Micah's been cooing for a while and loves to talk.  Kota just learned her voice can squeal and not just scream.  Both giggle at the sight of Copper and find her amazing.  Sometimes they look at eat other in bewilderment; other times they secretly plan to rile each other up.  And it w...