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Monkey See, Monkey Poo
It’s a good thing there are three toilets in our home. At any given time there might be three small bums occupying each one. You see we have twin girls who are three-and-a-half and a son who is four. When one has to go, inevitably they all have to go. I realize this is a huge stage in their development. I did a small dance the first time I went to Costco and didn’t have to buy diapers. I’m just wondering when they’ll be able to do it all on their own…pull down their pants, go, wipe, flush, pull up their pants, wash their hands.
They are pretty good at everything but the wipe part, which I don’t really mind that much. It’s when they are all on the potty at once yelling for me to help them, not understanding that I can only wipe one tush at a time. It’s a bit frazzling. I often wonder how Kate Gosselin handled it. Imagine six having to go at once. I hope her two older daughters weren’t into the monkey see monkey do when their siblings were potty training. Maybe they were even old enough to help. Continue… »
A Bit of Magic
As the soon-to-be mother of twin girls, I joined a Twins Club a couple of months before their arrival. It was a great way to meet other moms of multiples. As a relatively new mom, I joined hoping I could learn from them the ins and outs of having twins, what to do, what not to do, plus members bring dinners to new moms and their families! Our adopted son was just eight months old when his sisters were born, so it was like having triplets. At least he was sleeping through the night, so I only had to do late night feedings for two, instead of three.
What I was not prepared for during initial Twins Club meetings was moms talking about their pregnancies. Three years prior I experienced the loss of our son due to premature birth at six months gestation. Because of health reasons, I was unable to carry the girls, but was fortunate to have an amazing sister who carried them for my husband and me. While I was extremely thankful for the gift my sister gave us, it was difficult to be around the group of moms when discussions turned to, “How many weeks did you go?” or “Did you have to go on bed rest?” Continue… »
