Leaving 2010

52 minutes left in 2010.

What a year. Panthers. Baby Showers. Newspaper Articles.

Meeting Rhys, our firstborn son. And 6 minutes later, Owen, our baby.

Adapting to having 4 kids. 4 young kids. 4 young kids, a full time job and online grad school. Its been quite a year.

50 minutes left now.

Leaving the year my twins were born. No I still can’t believe there are two of them. Two daughters and two sons. I am the luckiest mommy ever. Kiran will say that to me now, parroting what she’s heard me claim. What she doesn’t understand is that it’s not that I have four kids but that I have these four kids. KSRO

just 46 minutes left 2010.

Survival. 2010: the year of surviving. I have put all my effort into basic survival- feeding people, clothing people, keeping the house from imploding on itself. I feel stretched to the limit. No extra. No extra time. No extra money. No extra energy. I don’t like being at the limit all the time. It’s a stressful way to live.

I don’t even have time to blog. Maybe the blog has just run its natural course and it’s time to print and move on. I’ve enjoyed blogging these past 5 years. But maybe things change and people change and that’s ok.

40 minutes (Jonathan was talking. It interrupted my thoughts)

Maybe the babies will become toddlers and preschoolers and teenagers and eventually I’ll have time and mental capacity to think and write and compose original thoughts.

38 no 37 minutes till 2011.

Good bye 2010. My eyes won’t be open to see you officially leave. Babies still need to be nursed bright and early and toddlers will need help to go potty and I need rest. 2010- You made my tent bigger. My tent is stretched to discomfort right now. But in that stretching- even in the weariest of times- peace. joy that brings tears to my eyes. snuggling a baby at 4:30am. hidden talents coming to light. hearing him sing songs from the Sound of Music. a grandmother learning to hold two babies at once. a dance performance. pitter patter of feet. eight feet to wash.

Me: humbled. broken. asking for help. receiving help from so many. humbled again.

only 29 minutes.

Good bye 2010. Welcome 2011.

Ode to Spit Up

My twins are double the fun

This is totally true.

They also have double the spit up

to get all over you. 

They spit up after nursing

and its just plain white.

But when they spit after baby food,

its colorful and bright!

It goes all over clothes,

bibs, hands and chins.

It goes onto my clothes,

my hair, my nails, my skin.

It drips on to the carpet

and coats the high chair trays.

I can’t keep blankets under them;

they up and roll away.

I find it around the circles

of the little lego toys.

And crusted in the plastic hair

of the Little People Boy.

I do too many loads of laundry

and a hot soak every night

Trying to keep the spit up

from ruining all in sight.

I warn everyone you see

“Watch out! They spit”

But warning isn’t enough

you gladly perform your bit.

I long for the day

when you wear the same clothes all day long;

you’ll keep them dry and not wet

from your gurgling song.

My heart is kind of tender

as we reach the end of baby days.

But for sure one thing I will not miss

is your crazy spit up ways.

Jonathan and   Cousin Emily cleaning Rhys up after he spit up at Caesar’s Head. Don’t worry he had more clothes on but he….wait for it….spit up all over them.