One After Two

I always suspected, by having twins first, that I missed out on something.  While I love both Caden and Brooklyn, can't imagine life without them, enjoy the adventure of having twins, etc., etc., etc., I was always secretly envious of everyone else with their one baby.  It seemed so easy!  Shopping carts weren't an issue, schedule sync-up wasn't even on their radar, walking in and out of anywhere with a single carseat or toddler in hand - leaving the other hand free, gloriously free! - seemed like such a luxury to me.  Then there was the bonding. My attention has always been so divided with the twins.  Even (or maybe especially) as infants, it seemed like I was constantly passing them off to another set of hands or putting them down in the nearest available swing/bouncy seat/playmat/surface not contaminated by spit-up so I could tend to feeding or rocking the other one.  Having one child to focus on - completely - has always been something that I've been a little jealous of.  (Which (ahem, quick vent here) is why it always rubs me the wrong way when people compare having twins to having two kids close in age.  You got to experience having a single child for 15, 16, 18 whatever-ish months before the other came along!  And were pregnant with a single baby at a time.  Still difficult, NOT THE SAME.  Okay, rant over.)


Turns out...I think I was right.  I already wrote about how the entire birth experience with a singleton was completely and entirely different than with twins.  Now, six weeks in, the contrast has continued.  I keep catching glimpses into what life would have been like with one baby.  When I take Nolan out of the house, just him and me, it really is so simple to take his carseat along...no strollers or mental how-the-heck-do-I-get-into-the-store pre-planning required.  Nursing one baby is still quite the time commitment, but absolutely nothing like nursing two (and continues to make me forever grateful that the twins came along first...without having to deal with having another child around).  I've had time to just hold him while he's sleeping...I never did that with the twins.  If and when Caden and Brooklyn were both sleeping, especially at this young age, the countdown was on for me to shower/eat something/go to the bathroom/do some laundry before one or both woke up to nurse again.

Nolan even has a SCHEDULE.  He's already established regular patterns for himself during the day. Caden and Brooklyn (and a lot of twins I know, when us moms compare notes) didn't have any sort of schedule - individually, together, AT ALL PERIOD - for the first 6-7 MONTHS.  I remember reading parenting forums at the time, how others would post about their baby's "1 am feed", or what time their baby went down for the night, while I sat there and thought, "...the hell?".  There were no patterns or regularity to the twins schedule, not by a long shot.  What is this "down" for the "night" that you speak of?  Well guess what? Now MY kid is the one who wakes for a "1 am feeding".  I KNOW this.  He DOES this regularly all by himself.  It's AMAZING.  (Almost like he's his own little person, completely separate from his brother and sister.  Whoda thunk?)

Of course there is a flip side to all of this.  While having one newborn is so much more peaceful than two, those "two" are now TODDLERS and so it's actually not all that peaceful. I mean, we haven't exactly gotten rid of them or anything.  They are still VERY MUCH around each and every day, and VERY INTERESTED in this little baby brother.  But Caden, Brooklyn, and I...we had a routine down before Nolan came along.  It was actually relatively easy to take them out and about and do all sorts of things each and every day.  Having two kids the same age is difficult in its own way (though it's not all bad).  Balancing kiddos of multiple ages is an entirely different ballgame.  The quiet time of nursing a newborn is quickly interrupted by toddlers who demand snacks of their own.  But also the relative ease of feeding toddlers is rendered impossible by a newborn who decides he needs to eat at the exact second they are settled in their high chairs.  This could spiral into an entirely different post, so I better quit while I'm ahead...

Maybe I did miss out on something, by having twins first.  I won't ever really know, but I also wouldn't give up the experience of having twins.  (Most days.  Hours.  Minutes. Depends on when you check in with me on that.)  They might be different ages, heading towards their own individual milestones and achievements, (Nolan: holding my head up independently. Brooklyn: putting my doll's clothes on without assistance.  Caden: climbing the most dangerous ladder on the playground up to the tallest slide BY MY OWN DANG SELF.), but it is so fun to watch them all together, these two + one.




That guilty look when you're caught using your infant brother as a road for your elephant-on-wheels.




Infant vs. Toddler

Though we went through this only two years ago (and twice over at that!), it's amazing how many things about the infant stage I forgot.  I've been so wrapped up in each next developmental stage with the twins, resulting in me being up on all things toddler.  After Nolan was born, though, everything came back real fast.  Let's be clear: infants are awesome (aside from nighttime wakings and diaper blowouts), toddlers are awesome (aside from all that newfound independence and utter lack of fear), but the difference between the two - and in two short years- is HUGE.  And having those toddlers and a newborn only heightens the contrast between the two.  


Contrasts like..

Infant: Soft, snuggly, and the perfect size to be held.
Toddler: Like to be held.  Except when they don't.  Often too wiggly to actually hold onto.

Infant: Needs a diaper change upwards of ten times a day.  Occasional leakage.  Mostly still during changing, though don't underestimate the power of their kicks.
Toddler: 5-6ish diaper changes a day.  Minimal leakage, but when it's bad, it's BAD.  Diaper changes involve a high-speed chase, tackle, and hog-tie to be completed.

Infant: Mostly sleeps, interrupted by short bursts of energy known as "alert times".
Toddler: Mostly a whirlwind of energy interrupted by short periods of sleep known as "an utter relief to their parents".


Infant: Pretty much silent.
Toddler: Volume is always turned up to 11, whether from imitating every word and/or sound they hear or banging/throwing/pressing buttons on all of their toys.  At once.

Infant: Usually has a reason for crying, be it hunger, sleepiness, or a dirty diaper.
Toddler: Reason for crying is often unintelligible or nonexistent.

Infant: Eats 10-12 times a day.  Sometimes resulting in a mess when what looks like the entirety of their meal is spit back up.
Toddler: Would eat 10-12 times a day if I let them.  Crumbs, sticky fingers, and a mess in a three-foot perimeter around the high chair is a fact of everyday life.


Infant: Smells like a delicious combination of milk, sweetness, and what can only be described as "baby".  Unless you've caught them right after a bad bout of spit-up.
Toddler: Smells like a blend of feet, dirt, and the most recent meal they've eaten; aka "toddler funk".   Unless you've caught them right after bath time.

Infant:  Totally and completely dependent on others for all of their needs.
Toddler:  Minimally self-sufficient.  Could probably live for a few days off the crumbs they scavange from between couch cushions and found in their car seats.


Post (Easter) Weekend

Coming down from the high of a holiday weekend to one of the most Monday of Mondays: mess upon mess upon mess (always multiplied post-holiday), infants who refuse to nap, miscellaneous injuries (blood and all) (we're fine), toddler bedtime protests, etc., etc., etc.  Though we did enjoy some crazy-beautiful spring weather today, so there's that.  

And really, it's not like the holidays are all fun and games.  Please tell me that someone else's BEST family photo from yesterday looks something like this:


(2/5 looking at the camera, 1/3 children crying, 0/2 toddler blur factor)

With this as a close second:


(1/5 looking at camera, same child crying, 2/2 toddler blur factor)

I guess I'll take what I can get each day: blurry family photos and some overtired toddlers in exchange for some holiday fun?  Followed immediately by gorgeous let's-play-outside-all-afternoon weather combined with post-holiday messy chaos?  Deal.

Both are kind of exhausting, though.

Okay, less words, more pictures.  Here's some more of our Easter fun.  Still a few words, though.  (You know I can't resist.)

Egg hunt round one:



(Dat face, tho.)

Brooklyn's reaction to candy:



Brooklyn's reaction to ca$h money:


We'll have to work on that.


What Caden does when you tell him that it's his turn to hide all of the eggs:


...which he then points them out to everyone with a giggle as they walk by.  Totes legit.

Baskets empty:


Baskets filled:


Extra candy eaten (parenting perk!):





(Candy monster.)


Three (3!!!) Easter cuties.


(Quite possibly the cutest of all.)










Pro tip: next time do the egg-dying beforehand, leaving just the egg-decorating for the two-year olds, whose patience level for the whole dying and then waiting-to-dry part is approximately ZERO.






(They did enjoy the decorating part, though.)

Egg hunt round two: 


(Snagged by the sister.)








(Dividing their spoils.)


(The spoils.)


Life Lately

Nolan has officially outgrown his newborn-sized sleepers.  Which I may have been squeezing him into anyway for the past few days.  This is clearly unacceptable.

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The other night I was getting the twins ready for bed.  Before I got her pajamas on, a shirtless Brooklyn grabbed her baby doll and announced, "Baby hun'ry!", before promptly positioned the doll's mouth over her.....belly button.  Uh...close enough.  #diedlaughing

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Caden is big into copying lately.  Everything is "(insert name here) this!"

Nolan sneezes.
Caden: *giggles* "Baby this!" *mimics Nolan sneezing*

Tyson picks up trash in our yard.
Caden: *earnestly* "Daddy this!" *mimics Tyson picking things up off the ground*

Nolan cries.
Caden: *giggles* "Baby this!" *mimics Nolan crying with a high-pitched squeal*

After watching Tyson go to the bathroom.
Caden: *walks out of bathroom to demonstrate* "Daddy this!" *pulls at the front of his own pants*

...

!!!

#diedlaughingagain

(Next step: potty training.)

I'm going to miss his "this" stage...

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Just a bit of Easter/spring cheer.



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I often use old socks for cleaning (dusting, wiping things down, etc.).  The other day, as we were about to leave the house, I threw a pair of my socks into the mudroom.  Nolan became fussy, and as I was calming him down, Caden and Brooklyn grabbed the socks and ran in the direction of their playroom.  I didn't think much of it, and once Nolan was settled, I found them in front of the powder room, whose door is usually kept shut, but today happened to be open.  Then I noticed them wiping down the floor with my socks.  Which were soaking wet.  And there was no stool pulled up to the sink.  But the toilet lid was open.

Yup.

I mean, how do you get mad at them for that?!?  They were trying to CLEAN for heaven's sake.  Having children who clean my freaking house is my DREAM COME TRUE!

Really, to ask that they use something besides toilet water sounds almost picky at this point.

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Chevron buddies.