We're in trouble...

Eli isn't quite crawling. But he has learned how to move forward with purpose and direction. He does a weird push with his legs and then push with arms. It's crazy and he keeps getting faster and he's now into everything. Among his favorite are any kind of cord. I keep having to fish him out from underneath the table where he's urgently attempting to grab at the lamp cords, the computer charger cord and anything else that's underneath there. His other favorite trick is to scoot over to his sister and take whatever toy she has in her hands away from her. He's crazy, funny, and it without a doubt keeps us on our toes.

I am so over the sleep issues...

Last night Emerson slept through the night and Eli did what Emerson did the previous night. Cried and whined all night long. I cannot function like this. Literally, cannot function. I am so exhausted and stressed out. I just need them to sleep without all the drama. I thought it was suppose to be getting easier or something.

A very, very, very bad night...

The night started off promising the babies went to bed semi-okay and Marcus and I, exhausted, went to bed at 8:00. It was all down hill from there. Not to long after finally getting Emerson asleep in her crib she woke up crying. So Marcus got up and rocked her, tried to feed her a little more, laid her down, then more screaming. Repeat this cycle all night long. At 10 I got up and took her from Marcus so Marcus could lay down and after trying all of my tricks to get her to sleep in her crib I gave up and brought her to bed with me. Which I hate doing but my exhaustion was winning out. She did finally fall asleep in bed with us but I can't sleep with her in there with me because I'm too paranoid so after a few hours of listening to her sleep next to me Marcus picked her up and tried laying her down into her crib.

As soon a she was in the crib she woke up and starting screaming. So I was up once again and took her into the living room where I sat and rocked her and then eventually put her in the swing. Then I slept on the couch so I could hear her if she needed something. Marcus got up at 7 and came into the living room and sent me back to the bed. The entire night was a nightmare. I don't know what her sudden aversion is to her crib but she really needs to get over it and get over it quickly. I cannot function on the amount of sleep I've been getting (hence the desire to go to bed at 8 last night).

I am so hoping tonight goes better. (Marcus and I both skipped class today because neither of us is functioning very well today).

Where's Eli...

Eli can only move backwards and he now moves backwards on both his back and his belly and somehow he always seems to end up underneath the couch...

Dec. 2009

Feb. 2010

My day...

1 crazy active boy + one sick crying, coughing, wants to be held all the time girl + me with a migraine = Marcus calling into work so my head literally didn't explode because that's how it's felt.

I barely made it through the morning while Marcus was in class and about 30 minutes before Marcus came home I was at a breaking point. I put Eli in his crib and Emerson in the swing and laid down with a pillow over my head and tried not to move because any light or movement was too much for me to take.

I am so thankful that Marcus at this stage in life has some flexability and stayed home when he found me in the above position after his classes. He called in, gave me some medicine and sent me to the room where I slept without moving for the next three hours.

I felt a little better after that and pulled myself out of bed and attempted to do some homework and then went to class. I need a real vacation from everything. No internship, no papers, no worrying about/searching/applying for jobs, no sick crying babies, no laundry, no dishes, no leg aches, no migraines, nothing. I just need a day of nothing except quiet with a few of my books. It has come to my attention that I think I may have over committed myself this semester.

I had kind of an awkward day today...

which shouldn't be a huge surprise because awkwardness seems to follow me. It started this morning when I was running late for church (yet again) and ran out to go to the parking lot to get our car.

In order to reach the car there's a slight dirt incline leading up to the parking lot. Normally it's no big deal to climb up this incline and save time instead of having to walk all the way around. The thing is it snowed last week, and then the sun came out, and now that once solid patch of dirt, it a huge slippery, slope, of mud.

This was quickly apparent as I stepped on the dirt/mud, but instead of retreating I decided it would be a better idea to continue to fight the mud, in my church clothes, with my bag/books, and keys in hand. I'm a thinker. I slipped over and over and over and eventually ended up bear crawling up the side of the muddy hill on my feet and hands, desperately trying to get traction, maintain a little bit of composure and not fall all the way into the mud. I felt like I was a cartoon characters my feet where moving fast but I was getting no where, mud was flying behind me, as I just sunk deeper and deeper.

Mud covered my shoes, hands, and keys and filled my bag and covered my book. Then not thinking I stuck muddy keys into my car door (which isn't a good idea) and still not learning once I got back down to my building I stuck muddy keys into our buildings door which then filled the key hole with mud, preventing the key from turning.

 This is what I get for trying to save two minutes by going up the mud instead of just walking around. Note to self with there's mud don't fight it, just turn around and give up. I am so hoping nobody witnessed my ridiculous display as I attempted to crawl up a two foot hill of mud.

Marcus contribution was to laugh, as I returned from the parking lot a muddy mess and say, "I told you to just go around." Yes, yes you did. Maybe next time I'll listen.

9 months (I'm only 12 days late)...

Eli and Emerson are 9 months old (As of 2/8) but we've been busy so I haven't had a chance to write about it. Plus they just had their 9 month appointment on thursday. My babies are getting big,

Eli- 19lbs
Emerson 17lbs 4oz

Everything looked good at their appointment. Their pedi is satisfied with their progress and I love that she always keeps their prematurity in mind when talking about what they're doing/should be doing. She did mention that she would like Eli to be evaluated with an OT for his continued resistance to any kind of solids. She also laughed at how different the two of them are.

Emerson clung to me the entire time and Eli was grabbing at the doctors stethoscope and jumping around. When she was examining him he started laughing because it tickled, and she too finds his backbends hilarious and unusual.

Getting a picture of the two of them...

Is getting to be a little bit....

Impossible.

Finally.

They both really love Marcus' stethoscope. It was no wonder Eli tried to steal the doctors.

Eli at 9 months:

• Can sit unassisted for 5-10 min.
• Gets on his knees and rocks (hasn't figured out where to go yet)
• Has on tiny tooth that just poked through his gums
• Hates solids
• Loves his bottles
• Loves people and attention
• Backbends are getting bigger and higher, we're pretty sure he's going to break his neck
• Loves to jump over and over 
• Babbles and says dadadadad but there's no association 
• Yells to get peoples attention so he can smile and clap for them

Emerson at 9 months:

• Can finally roll onto her tummy (although it's really awkward looking)
• Is having some a lot of stranger anxiety 
• Loves to study pretty much anything (Tags are still among her favorite)
• Will eat solids
• babbles and says dadadadadd (no association for her either)
• Loves to be held and holds up her arms so we'll pick her up
• Gives us hugs every time we pick her up
• Will smile at people as long as they don't talk to her. 
• Require alone time and quiet time.