I have blogged about Harvey Karp before. His Happiest Baby on the Block and DVDare lifesavers for new parents – and of course I am a sucker for anyone who can systemize things into checklists, so he had me at first S.
(Don’t know what that means? GO BUY THE BOOK!)
But I am long past babies. I’ve done this four times, people. Every child in this house is now walking and talking (hallelujah). They eat, they sleep, they play nicely 30-40% of the time.
I haven’t needed Harvey Karp in some time.
I was at The Pump Station on other MomciergeLA business, I wasn’t planning to attend the seminar – I mean, come on. What more could Dr. Karp have to tell me that I haven’t already figured out (or completely screwed up) on my own already?
But when the store manager said there were a few cancellations and I could sit in if I liked, I took the seat.
Research, right? Never too late to learn a little more I can pass on to all of you?
Truth is, I have a bit of a toddler problem of my own.
Two of them, really. And I’m not talking about my twins.
I’m talking about Pancake and his dad. Continue reading “HARVEY KARP WILL SAVE YOUR MARRIAGE (And Keep You from Murdering Your Toddler, Too)” »
So, I read this post from Unclutterer.com at 530 this morning before heading out on my daily run (yes, I’m still running! woo-hoo!), which inspired me to totally automate my weekly schedule today.
Life around here since school started up again has been totally chaotic, mostly because Continue reading “Coolest. Calendar-ing. Ever.” »
Here’s the thing about caring for infant twins:
It’s really not that much harder than taking care of singletons.
It’s just not. All babies have shitty sleep patterns, and need to be fed and changed and carried around enough to make you want to shoot someone (generally the person who doesn’t do as much feeding, changing, and carrying as you do).
All babies, at some point, make their parents think, “Man, it is a seriously wonderful feat of evolution that infants are so fucking adorable, because if you weren’t the cutest thing I’d ever seen, I’d probably have EATEN YOU JUST TO MAKE YOU SHUT UP by now.”
Twins just make you think that TWICE as much, because you’re doing all that stuff you have to do all day long TWICE AS MANY TIMES.
Unless you find a few ways to … umm … NOT.
So here’s what I do, to save time — and my sanity — while managing the day-to-day care of my twins (and their sisters).
Not too long ago, I experienced a serious wake-up call.
No, I’m not talking about the mistaken 5 am wake-up Mr. Big(Ideas) and I were graced by last fall, the one weekend we managed to get away without our kids, you know, in hopes of maybe just once in the entire calendar year sleeping a few minutes past 8 am. (Dear Reception Lady: I apologize if we were a little gruff.)
I’m talking about a slightly more metaphorical wake-up — though now that I think of it, it’s kind of literal, too, as I was still in bed when this happened, snuggling Diddy before school, and these WERE basically the words that … umm … woke me up.
The reasons you might have for wanting to nurse twins are all the same reasons you might have for wanting to nurse your singleton — supposedly increased Mama/baby-bonding when compared to bottle-fed babies (though seriously, I do not for a moment believe THAT); some storied improvement in IQ points; and massive savings when compared to buying formula (and seriously, with twins, this is MASSIVE SAVINGS).