Every year I make the same resolutions about this blog. Write more. Link to good stuff. Make some money. Bah! It never sticks.
So now I am vowing to do what I love: Write. I'm going to write like no one is looking. Because, let's face it, that's the only way that I can paint a clear picture of what a working-mom-of-twin-toddler's life is like.
Terrible Two's have kicked in full-force over here at #groffnation. This year has been so difficult in terms of teaching lessons and having patience and finding time. Jane and Emma are UBER-independent/stubborn. And if I hear one more person say to me, "Yeah but that's GOOD! It will serve them so well when they grow up!" fists are gonna fly. Hell hath no fury like a woman toddler scorned...
The fact of the matter is, they are adorable angels when other people are around. The Grandma Squad -- FORGET IT. It's like we are having two different conversations in different rooms about different people when we try to talk to our moms about our kids.
But when Hershey and I are home alone with them, the GLOVES COME OFF.
Seriously.
It's frightening.
Emma is Miss Independent. She can go upstairs to her room and play by herself very nicely for 45 minutes straight without us hearing a peep out of her. Not a crash, not a whine, not a yelp for help. But if you go in there and do ONE THING that she doesn't want you to do, all hell breaks loose. The other night I made the mistake of putting lotion on her arms. Let me repeat that, I PUT LOTION ON HER ARMS. She screamed and kicked and cried hysterically on the floor for about 5 straight minutes before Hershey could even get near her to pick her up, at which point she dissolved into a sniffling, red-faced mess on his shoulder.
In the meantime, Jane is a Princess. She refuses to do anything for herself, and if we even DARE suggest that she try it before I go ahead and do it for her, she acts like you just ran over her favorite baby doll with a tractor and throws herself on the floor and then refuses to do anything that you ask of her for at least 20 minutes.
"Janey want some chocolate milk?"
<Zuul from Ghostbusters voice> "NOOOOOOOOOOO....."
And then, in the blink of an eye, she is climbing into my lap saying, "I love you Mommy you so pretty and I love Daddy, it's so nice to have you at home Daddy! Can I have a lollipop?" It's freaky, folks.
So for now, we are just riding out the waves and seeing what works. They are incredibly curious, and talkative, and sometimes infuriatingly sweet. They are beautiful, and kind, and they are quick learners. They are polite, and they love their friends, and they LOVE their cats. They are also hellions about very specific things that Hershey and I have not been able to figure out yet. In a 5 minute span this weekend, Jane peed her pants and then threw a deck of cards all over the living room, Emma ate a yellow crayon and then kicked the ottoman right out from under her sister, and Jane punched Emma in the face with a science flask to which Emma responded by back-handing Jane in the face. And people wonder why I love grocery shopping (without my kids).
Oh, and they are both, pretty much, POTTY TRAINED. We still have one or two accidents a week and wear a pull-up for nap and bedtime, but otherwise, we're finally there people. After 3 long years of double diaper duty, I can finally say we are at the end of the road.
Besides time-outs and threatening to run away from home, what's working with your terrible two-ers? Please tell me you feel my pain! I read some mommy-blogs that talk about enchanting leprechaun breakfasts and leisurely strolls and baking chocolate chip cookies with their kiddos and I want to run to their houses, ring their doorbells, and drop my kids off there for a week just so that they can get a glimpse of "the real world". Who's with me?!?
Now, I know that I am treading on very thin ice by writing this post, but I feel like I need to really document what I'm going through, because if I hear one more person say, "HOW OLD ARE THEY? And they're not potty trained yet?!" or "My daughter was potty trained in 3 days, it really works!" or any variation of the two, I may have to carve my eardrums out with a spoon. And I know that there HAVE to be other people out there who feel the same...Right???
Because we have been potty training since July. JULY. Almost SIX MONTHS of my 35th year of life have revolved around sitting on the floor of our bathroom, cleaning up pee/poop/combopeepoop off of the floor, talking about potty training, thinking about potty training, wishing for potty training, praying for potty training...You get the point.
And for as many articles I as read about making this a "magical experience" for my toddlers, something that should NOT bring them any stress or strife, I, myself, am SO. FREAKIN. STRESSED. OUT. about potty training that I can't see straight sometimes.
Now, today and Sunday, we had two small number 2 victories with our two 2 year olds. On Sunday, Emma, through tears and pushing and screaming and crying, pooped on the big girl potty. And Jane followed suit today. In the words of a fellow beloved MoM, "Ah, the things we get excited about."
But, for reals. If I have to wipe one more adult poop that has been smeared across a little tiny adorable heiney by a diaper, I may lose my marbles.
The reality of the situation is, when you have multiple children of the same age in one household, your diaper budget is astronomical. I use Amazon Mom & Prime and Subscribe & Save, and I still spend over $100 a month on diapering needs. I mean, once my kids are potty trained, Hershey and I may be able to GO OUT TO EAT once a month. On a DATE! Woahhhh, guys.
So here's how our journey has gone. Last summer, at the urging of my mother, who had me potty trained at 1 year old, we bought the girls potty seats. However, we didn't have much luck with them at ALL. So our goal for this year, and this summer to be more specific, was to get the girls potty trained before returning to school in September. I had it all planned out. We were going to do the three day method before leaving for our annual vacation in Avalon. Everyone said it worked. I was prepped for victory. We had the potty chairs, 7 pairs of undies per girl, rugs picked up, and no where to go.
Well, the first day, everyone screamed and cried, including me. One girl would pee all over the floor, and as I was running her up to the potty, Hershey would stay downstairs and clean up the mess, as the other peed on the floor right next to him. And then there were the poopy UNDIES. Nothing more disgusting, people. I'm not kidding. Or exaggerating.
I quickly gave up on the 3 day method.
We went the rest of the summer with trial and error. Some days, they would be excited to pee on the potty, and would wear their undies for most of the day without incident. Other days was a free-for-all. We tried bribery with candy. We tried sticker charts. We got the potty books. We got a new potty seat with a matching stool. We literally tried.it.all.
By the end of the summer, Hershey and I had been defeated by the wills of our daughters. They went back to school in their Pull Ups (which was the ONLY successful transition we were able to make).
Last week, at our 2.5 year check up, our doctor advised that we go at their pace. Right now they are pretty good at wearing their undies all day at home, and we can even go out for an hour or two at a time with them in their undies without any accidents. But when it comes to day care and the Grandma Squad houses, they are not havin' it.
So this week, we decided to use some begging and bargaining tactics. The girls have been asking Santa for a pink and purple puppy for WEEKS, so when Hershey and I sat down on Black Friday weekend and ordered a set of pink and purple puppies for the girls' stockings for Christmas, I immediately began using them as leverage. Not one of my proudest moments, BUT, on Sunday, it worked.
"Emma, if you go poopy on the potty, I will give you a purple puppy..."
"NOOOOO!!!!!"
"Don't you want that purple puppy? I could give it to you right now, if you go poopy on the potty..."
*Pushing, grunting, straining*
"I WENT POOPY ON THE POTTY MOMMY!!!"
I cried. And called everyone I knew. And sent text messages to the rest.
Because this was the beginning of no more poopy diapers for me. No more garbage cans that smell like shit (literally).
DATE NIGHT WITH MY HUBBY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Today, I am sick as a dog and home with the girls, but Janey gave me the best Xmas present of all...
She got her pink puppy today.
(Don't judge her outfit, she picked it out herself.)
My best advice for potty training? THERE IS NO GOOD ADVICE FOR POTTY TRAINING. Be prepared to go at their pace, and to understand that you will NEVER WIN. And the more you push them, the less they want to go. And the harder it will be to get them to go.
I did stumble upon a GREAT podcast this week called Twin Talks that talks about Twinning, and there are at least 2 podcasts on their channel that speak directly to gear and training, and it was helpful to hear other women who have struggled with this same issue. I found these great toilet seats that I've asked my mom to get us for Christmas (I know, exciting, right?!) through listening to this podcast, so I would definitely recommend it for those of you getting ready to embark on this WILD ride.
Today, I have probably spent a total of at least 2 hours just sitting on the floor of the bathroom. I definitely lost 2-3 pounds running up and down the stairs for false alarms, and I'm EXHAUSTED. But both girls pooped on the potty today, and we only had one accident (and she was standing in FRONT of the potty, getting ready to go when she couldn't hold it anymore, so I count that as a WIN).
Now on to the next stage: Venturing out for the day in undies.
Cross your fingers for us.
Happy Hump Day, peeps!
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As you can probably tell by now, we are in the process of moving back to Blogger. A LOT has changed since I last wrote, and I've been trying to move everything back to Blogger from WordPress over the last couple of weekends, with very little success. So if anyone has some quick and easy advice on how to do that without totally destroying the integrity of the original posts, I would really appreciate it.
In other news, I've been doing some soul-searching with this whole blogging thing. I remember a way long time ago when a few someones told me that I should become a writer, and I poo-pooed the idea because, well, I've never been very good at being told what to do. I always knew that if I HAD to write for SOMEONE that I would come to resent it, what with the nature of writing-as-profession. And in an attempt to join the Mommy-Bloggersphere, I lost myself somewhere. I lost my purpose, and became a salesperson (something I've never ever been much good at, just ask any of my former retail bosses).
With that being said, I want to get back to basics. I'm doing this for me, and for the plethora of Mommies out there trying to find their ways. We are all in this together, and if I can create a window of hope for any other mommies (mommies with twins, singletons, higher-order multiples, a few kiddos of different ages, only children, etc.), that's what I originally set out to do.
Wow it is hard to believe that almost a month has passed since my last post! Time really does fly when you have twin toddlers, a household, a yard, and work to take care of! I have to admit that I have missed checking in on this space, so here is my first post to try to get out of my summer vacation rut and back into blogging world.
First, I have really been struggling with the identity of this blog. Am I here to document our crazy daily lives so that we can look back one day and say ‘Holy hell how did we survive that?!”? Or to chronicle the lives of our little ones so that when they ask us one day, we have a place to go for answers, considering what a whirlwind their babyhood has been so far? Or am I here to help other MoMs, to hold hands and try to lend some reassurance to those who are walking in the shoes that we have already been in? I really have no idea where to go from here, so I’m going to continue sharing stories and items that are helping us get by, and hopefully someone will stumble upon this little slice of Internet that I have claimed and find it helpful one day.
That all being said, I was hopeful in January that with the girls turning 2 that I would be able to turn this little Blog into a side business of sorts. My hubby and I invested in it, and truth be told, between teaching high school and raising twins, I just don’t have the time or energy to update it as much as I would need to in order to make back the money that I am spending on my domain name. In January, when I am due for a renewal, I’m thinking that we will head back over to Blogger with our new content, so that we can save some much-needed $$ for next summer. It makes me sad, but having a free space to share my thoughts feels a lot more liberating and a lot less high-stakes.
This summer has flown by. We spent a few days and then a full week at the beach house, a few days with our friends lakeside, more than a few days on home improvement projects (all of which involved a new coat of paint), a few days potty training, and a bunch of days lounging around the house, waiting for the heat to break. I also spent a lot of time messing around in my flower beds, and I’m hopeful that I’ve laid the groundwork for prettier beds next year.
Emma and Jane had a lot of ups and downs this summer. Toddlerhood has not exactly been easy for them so far. Last summer I worked on words with them, learning how to identify objects by name and how to speak in simple sentences, and how to walk and play together. This summer I’ve been working on how to voice frustrations, listen to directions, and ask for help. I’ve cleaned up what feels like a million scraped knees and iced a trillion head bonks. We also had to teach them how to sleep late, as getting up at 6:15 every morning while on vacation wasn’t looking too good to me. It’s been a rough ride, but we are getting there.
I am proud to say that Emma is almost daytime potty trained. She gets through most naps almost dry, and can wear big girl panties the rest of the day with very few accidents! Jane is almost ready to START. She sees her sister going potty and she wants to go, too, which I guess is what it’s all about. More on potty training in a later post, as I feel like it deserves is own post.
For the rest of the summer, well, we have about 2 weeks left, and I plan to spend it enjoying my daughters, my friends, and my home. Once the school year starts we tend to move in fast forward, and although I NEVER feel like I get everything that I wanted out of my summer, I feel like this was a pretty good summer. From a night or two sitting around our fire pit to swimming in our friends’ pools, to birthday parties galore, we have tried to squeeze every last moment that we could out of this summer, and I think it’s been pretty good to us.
I’m hopeful (again) that I will be able to update this space more frequently in the upcoming months. I have some pretty good posts planned, and although this school year is looking like it may be challenging with a new classroom, new classes, and SGOs, Jane and Emma are not going BACKWARDS in age, so I’m hoping I’ll be able to slow down a little bit to spend some time breathing with my hubby and my kids. It really is true what they say — once you have kids, time starts rushing by.
The moment that Jane and Emma could scoot their little butts across the floor, Hershey and I began scurrying to find ways to keep them safe from the perils that they would inevitably get themselves into. I’m not kidding when I tell you that everywhere we looked became a dangerous slip and slide into injury. Look in the kitchen and the place that was once my very favorite place to be became the scariest place in the house, where little hands could find spices, poisons, and sharp objects. Bathroom? More poison, slippery surfaces, and pools of water. And forget the master bedroom. Seriously, I wish that they would forget that it exists.
In an effort to keep our little explorers safe, we began following them around and relying on Amazon Primeto get us what we needed for toddler proofing our home quickly and at the right price. Each time they were in something that they shouldn’t be, I logged into my account, did a quick keyword search, and 2 days later our home was a safer place for curious little hands. It’s important to look at your home through the eyes of a toddler in an attempt to be proactive. What would interest them? What could they potentially get into? Here’s a breakdown of how we got ‘er done.
Kitchen
There is SO MUCH for littles to get into in the kitchen. Unfortunately, it is also where busy and hungry families spend a LOT of time. It was important to me that it be a child friendly place, while ALSO ensuring that all of my pots and pans stay where I put them for quick dinners. When I looked around, I saw so much potential for the girls to get hurt. First, we invested in a fridge that had the freezer drawer and double-door refrigerator. It’s impossible for the girls to get the drawer open, and they can’t reach anything in the fridge. HOLLER! Next, we installed magnetic cabinet locks. They are hidden, so they don’t muck up the facade of our beautiful, new cabinetry, and when the girls get bigger it’s a simple unscrew job that will take 5 minutes and you’ll never know they were there. For drawers, I needed something quick, because after installing all of the magnets, Hershey was D-O-N-E, so I simply placed strap locks on the outside of the drawers, and was even able to use the extras in other rooms. We also hid the garbage can under the sink, since our original Simple Human garbage can was constantly being explored. Under the sink it’s “out of sight, out of mind”, but they can still get to it when it’s time to throw something out (I took the magnetic lock off of just that door). Win. Finally, my babies LOVE to play with the stove. Go figure. I placed knob covers on the lighters, but I’m still searching for the perfect stove top guard, AND a lock for the oven door. I would also love to find a way to keep them out of my warming drawer where I keep all of my cookie sheets, but that’s low on my list of priorities. The biggest issue that I have with that is that they use the handle as a step to see what’s ON the stove. I’m just waiting for one of them to singe their eyebrows off one of these days…
Living Room
Because we bought a fairly small home with no real play room, our living room has become the play room. Therefore, it has to serve double-duty. It must be simultaneously toddler-friendly AND adult-friendly. I need to be able to pick up and put away toys after the girls go to bed and still have a space where I can hang out and watch TV. That being said, we opted for a TV stand with sliding doors that we could lock if we needed to, but could also hide toys in when the girls go to sleep. We went cheap so that if we didn’t LOVE it, we could junk it when the girls get bigger. It also needed to be somewhat HIGH so that Jane and Emma couldn’t reach the TV or pull anything down onto their heads, and the wires needed a place to hide. I installed a strap lock to keep the door with the cable box and DVD player in it CLOSED. We also moved our beautiful solid wood coffee table into the man cave for now, and purchased a cushion-top storage ottoman from Wayfair. It houses our blankey collection and the girls’ Etch-a-Sketches, and when they fly off of the couch and hit that, they bounce. Score. Before we purchased the ottoman, we used corner cushions on every pointy, head-level corner, including on our dining room table. Additionally, since we have a split level home, there are lots of stairs for the ladies to tumble down climb, so I purchased a gate for each stair opening. We have since removed the gates going up to the top floor, as the ladies have learned how to independently go up and down the stairs, and they play very nicely upstairs by themselves (and sometimes even together!) while I’m cooking or folding laundry now, so we wanted to give them the independence to do so. We left the gate on leading from the kitchen to the lower level of the house, since I don’t think that they need to be playing in the litter box, laundry room, or man cave. Which leads me to my next point.
UPSTAIRS
Jane and Emma have become very independent, and in an effort to encourage that independence, we allow them to choose where they play during the day. If they want to wander upstairs to their rooms, that’s allowed. For that to happen, we had to kiddie proof big time up there. First, I purchased door handle locks for the linen closet, bathroom, our bedroom, and their closet doors. The only places that they can get into are their own bedrooms. I then purchased pinch guards for their doors, as well as hinge pin door stops. The girls LOOOOOVE to slam the doors and then FLING them open as hard as possible. I found early on that those door stops near the floor become fun and DANGEROUS toys for little curious babies, so since they have successfully slammed holes into each of their walls from flinging the doors wide open, I installed hinge pin door stops on the top hinge. They can’t get to them, and they also can no longer crash the doors up against the walls. They also can no longer pinch their fingers, slam their sister’s head in the door, OR close the door with them on the inside of the room while I’m downstairs. Since the doors can’t close, I can hear EVERYTHING that goes on up there, and intercept fights or respond to ouchies easily and quickly. I also put out crayons and coloring books, wedged drawers that clothes are in shut using old burp cloths (very technical, I know, but worth it to save my sanity when they have unfolded everything that I spent so long folding for the 73rd time), and put baby clothes, extra blankies, and dress up clothes in low drawers that they can reach. They’ve slammed their fingers a couple of times, but they learned quickly after that not to put their fingies in there anymore! I also intend on installing a furniture strap for Emma’s tall dresser, because I found them both standing in the bottom drawer of the dresser once and I don’t want to find them UNDER the dresser next time. I won’t be posting any pics of the girls’ rooms this time, as we are in the process of FINALLY working on making them into little girl rooms, and I’ll have a tour post coming up before the end of the summer!
Now, this obviously doesn’t solve every problem. It’s just the tip of the iceberg-that-sunk-Titanic. Last week, Jane fell down the stairs and smacked her forehead so hard that she had a golf ball sized goose egg within seconds of landing, and yesterday morning they were playing on the couch with Daddy and Jane grabbed Emma and they both FLEW off of the couch and landed on their heads, with Hershey LITERALLY sitting right there. We can’t save them from EVERY boo-boo, but at least we can save them from SOME of the more obvious and preventable ones. I also hide all cords, and buy STOCK in outlet covers, which I also throw a Ziploc bag full of into our suitcase when we travel for those outlets away from home. When it comes to their safety, I will spare NO expense to make sure that my girls are safe. They are brave, independent, and curious, but as toddlers, they are also blissfully unaware of danger and will just throw their bodies around like they’ve got an extra body to spare. We want to foster their independence without saying “NO” a million kajillion times a day. If they try to get into something and can’t they will usually move on. Of course we are starting to attempt to rationalize with them (“Emma, remember when you fell off of the couch yesterday? Remember how much that hurt? Maybe you should sit on your heiney.” “It hurt so much I needed a CHOOPIE Mommy!” “Right, so let’s sit down.” “Needed a CHOOPIE Mommy!” Okay, thank you Captain Repeat, now SIT THE EFF DOWN!!!), but as long as they are toddlers, they are always going to ACT like toddlers, so I’ll continue to follow them around and try to nix the ouchies before they start.
How do you keep your most precious cargo safe in your home? I’d love to hear some new ideas (especially if you have any magic problem solver for that DANG stove??!).
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If you follow me on Instagram, then you know that we have been on vacation for the last week and a half, and I have to be honest with you -- it was a struggle to find a moment each day to post for my #100happydays challenge! As in the past, we jammed lunch down the girls' throats and threw them in the car right at nap time, to try to make the most of their time asleep in the 2.5 hour car ride. I had just gotten Jane and Emma into a new routine to match their new day care schedule (more on that in a future post), so of course, they did everything to buck that routine the second our feet hit the shores of Avalon.
We quickly settled into a vacation routine, which actually means NO ROUTINE AT ALL. Sleep when they want (which was hardly ever), do whatever we could to try to wear their energy down, and then wake up 6-8 times each night, at least 3 of those wakings being Hershey and I trying to calm them both down since they woke up scared shitless since there were other people in the room with them...and then starting all over again between 5:45-6:15 every morning.
It also didn't help that on day 2 of vacation, both girls started getting in every tooth that they didn't already have when we left for vacation. I mean it. Every.Single.Tooth. We should have taken out stock in baby Tylenol and infant Motrin before we left. Who knew? That all being said, there were glimmers of hope in those 10 days. First of all, we are LIGHT YEARS from where we were this time last year. Last year, the girls were still on apnea monitors, and we were still getting up every 3 hours to feed them, and we didn't even step foot on the beach. And right when I thought I was at my breaking point between exhaustion and patience, Hershey and I got to sneak out for a night for dinner after the girls went to bed. It was so nice to reconnect and decompress, especially since it's been forever since we've been on a date! The bonus to being in Avalon for the week and a half was that there was constant entertainment there for Jane and Emma. That constant entertainment was a mixed blessing - we were really happy that the girls got to spend time with everyone in Hershey's family...BUT...the girls also then fought sleeping and eating because they were so excited (although they DID eat a LOT of sand/rocks/shells/baby clams), which was frustrating for Hershey and I because we wanted to enjoy our family, the beach, the girls, and our vacation, too! We just kept on looking back at last year and thinking of how far we've come, and hoping that next year will also be better! We were also really super happy that Jane and Emma finally got to know everyone! Up until last week, the girls were so scared of every stranger they met, and weren't retaining who people were, so they would cry hysterically every time they saw Hershey's father. By the time we were about halfway through vacation, they really latched on to their grandpa, and were loving every second that they got to spend with him.
The greatest part about our traveling this year was that I had enough foresight to leave some staples in Avalon (such as bath toys, vitamin syringes, towels, shampoo, and wipes) so that we didn't have to bring QUITE so much stuff with us. I also didn't have to pack bottles, bottle warmers, and cases of formula. However, I did spend a pretty penny on snackies, which they were totally into since they weren't eating their meals because they were busy making faces at and flirting with everyone they could get an audience with!
We start back at school in just over a week, and I am not going to lie -- I'm dreading having to leave my babies again! But I'm looking forward to the new year and all of the exciting changes that it will bring. I love seeing all of the new skills that the girls learn every day, and I can't wait to hang up their little art pieces that they do at "school".
Hope you're all enjoying these dwindling days of summer. Don't take even a MINUTE for granted!
Mama of twin baby girls, Jane and Emma, Wife to Hershey, Teacher at my alma mater, poet, realist, kitty-lover, friend. I am the one people go to when they want the truth.