The Curious Georges

An Un-hampered Nap

Is an unexamined life worth living?  Is an un-hampered nap worth taking?  Logie doesn't seem to think so.  Let me preface this by saying that my kids don't nap.  You probably already know this.  Nicole has never been much of a napper and ever since the boys left their cribs, nap-time is absolute mayhem.  It's basically lock them in their rooms for an amount of time while they wreak havoc.  Anyway, since hubby is in Prague and the kids got tired out at a superhero-themed birthday party, I thought I'd give naps the old college try, just in the hopes that by some small miracle, they would choose today to nap.  It took a good 1-1/2 hours before they fell asleep and I was just about to give up when, what did I hear?  The glorious sound of silence!  Hurray!  However, my ears were skeptical and I my eyes just had to see it.  This is what I found.  Yes, Logie was fast asleep on top of the hamper.  Not so comfortable-looking, eh?

My Cheatin' Heart

 

No, I haven't gone country on you now that I've moved to Texas.  I just thought this was an appropriate title for this post.  As a mom of twin boys plus big sister who’s 19 months older, I often feel torn in many directions. Sometimes the act of being “torn” is more literal than others. If I’m watching tv on the couch with the kids, they all jockey for the prominent position in which to a) cuddle or b) which is more often the case, stake their claim (in this instance, the claim is mommy). I start to feel like a human trampoline, with six legs, hands and feet all pouncing with abandon. Then there are the tears because no one ends up being happy with all this jockeying and pouncing.   Being a human jumpy house is not just reserved for mommy; daddy gets treated like this too. 

It’s nice to be wanted, but I’m in a relationship with two men and a little lady. I often feel like I’m “cheating” on them because I can’t focus solely on each child. This is especially evident with my little men. The cheating with Dane and Logan is fairly brazen. As just happened a few minutes ago, both were needing some mommy lovin’.  Logan wanted to be comforted and Dane wanted to be playful.  So here I am with  Logan in one arm whispering soothing words and stroking his head while I’m tickling Dane who’s on my other side laughing hysterically. This can’t be emotionally healthy for anyone involved. Such is the life of a twin (plus one) mom. People have told me that it will get easier when the boys are 3-1/2 and Nicole is 5. OK, I’m holding them to this. Only 1-1/2 years to go … 

 

Logie's looking secure in his position ...  But wait, here comes Sister and now he's not so sure ...