Rocking and the magic touch

Here is how the afternoon has gone...
Two crying babies
Dusty and I both take one, put them on our lap and start rocking
Mine quiets immediately and falls asleep within minutes
Dusty's continues crying
I volunteer to trade and hand off the sleeping baby to him in return for the screamer
And again, mine quiets immediately and falls asleep within minutes
Dusty's wakes up from the peaceful sleep and begins screaming
I again volunteer to trade and the cycle continues...

Dusty is devastated that his rockin' skills aren't up to par. What can I say to that?

Photo Shoot Take 1

David came over a few weeks ago and took some pictures of the girls. Of course, it didn't go quite as smooth as we had hoped. Hence, why I had Tracy come out and take some more. Here is a link to David's photos https://picasaweb.google.com/ddehoyos/TheCejkaGirls?authkey=Gv1sRgCO69-6nX34ffwwE but my favorite one by far (or at least the funniest one) is the one of the four grandkids.

Bathtime photos

Abby took some amazing photos of the girls after bath time. Bet you can't tell who is who? Scroll to the bottom to see.

Top two are Brooklyn and bottom two are Brylee.

Dating, anniversaries and fate

As I am running out of things to watch on television during the day, I found myself watching the Newlywed Game today. I stopped to think about what type of guy I want my girls to date. Kinda weird how the tables have turned. As I think back of all the guys I dated and knew my mom hated some (for good reason), I can't help but think I am in for a lot of trouble.

I believe in fate so I have to remind myself that no matter how hard I try to stop or encourage them to date certain guys, it will all work out in the end and they will end up with who they are meant to be with. I just know if they are anything like their mom, there will be a lot of heart-breaks and tears when they will think there life is over and then the next boy will come around and the cycle will start over again.

Luckily, I was smart enough to settle down with a good one (or at least I think so). Of course, Sunday was our 7 year anniversary and as most typical men, he forgot. I got a phone call from my mom telling me happy anniversary and Dusty's mom even sent a card. Yet, he forgot. At least, we were lucky to have Will and Abby babysit and we went to dinner by ourselves, the first time since the girls came home. It was nice to get out although there were some teenage girls running around the restaurant in very little clothing and I could just see the look of panic on Dusty's face as to what he will be dealing with in 13 years. I love Dusty more than words can describe and slightly feel bad for the girls because I know Dusty will be the most over-protective dad ever... and I love him for that.

The girls will find the perfect person for them. It is funny because everyone is meant to be with that one person and sometimes it just isn't obvious even to them. For example, I know two people who I know are going to end up together in life, but neither are ready to admit it quite yet. Call it stubborn or just circumstances, but it will happen. I am sure of it. In the meantime, I can't talk to either of them about it, but I know and someday, when they do end up together and decide to tell me, I will act surprised but I will go back to this post and tell them I knew all along because it was fate. Until then, I just wait quietly for them and wonder what fate has in store for my two angels.

Me and my phobia

Anyone who knows me, knows I am not a fan of any type of body fluids. Probably an understatement since I pass out at the site of blood and have since the 5th grade (apparently a tour of a hospital was a little too traumatic for me) At least that is the first time I can remember actually passing out. After that, it seemed to happen anytime, anywhere... at the doctor's office, health class, dentist, eye doctor, in the hall in high school when one of my "good" friends asked someone if they wanted to see something cool and proceeded to talk about needles and down I went, and even at the vet when they drew Simba's blood (talk about really freaking someone out. The vet tech didn't have any idea how to handle people.)

Before we decided to have kids, we talked about my "problem" and Dusty knew he would have to do some of the bad things like taking the girls to doctor's appointments for shots, but today I was on my own.

This morning was a day of seeing all kinds of "stuff" in all kinds of places. Both Brylee and Brooklyn had not poop'ed for a week. I had called the doctor yesterday and asked about it. They said it was normal (I find that a little hard to believe but she's the doctor). I figured I would give it another day or two before I took any drastic measures which involve... well, we won't go into details. So, anyway, this morning I went over to the crib and the smell was overwhelming. As much as I wanted to be excited because that meant someone was back to normal, I was dreading what I was about to find. The culprit... Brylee. (of course) It had not only gone through the diaper, the onesie, and even the blanket she was burritoed in and was on the bed. Guess that is what happens when you hold it for a week. I am terrified of what present Brooklyn will be leaving me if this lasts much longer.

At lunch time when both were crying, I had to pick the one who was crying less (at least at that time) and Brylee (for once) won. After feeding her, I went to pick up Brooklyn who had been crying the entire time and apparently she had cried so hard, there was snot all over her face.

Then came this afternoon. I was feeding them and attempting to take my time (as much as you can when there are two screaming babies). As most of you know, Brylee takes a little extra help during mealtime. She has not only earned the nickname Spew-a-potamus for spewing everywhere while eating, she also manages to spit-up anywhere and everywhere after the fact. After I had slowly fed both, they were laying on the bed next to me and when I looked down, Brylee had spit-up all over her head.. not face, head. As I sat pondering how that happened, I glanced at Brooklyn who had spit-up still coming out of her mouth and she had the biggest grin on her face. Apparently, throwing up on your sister's head is funny. Ahhh... the joys of twins.

A little too late...

Today I saw a commercial...

Do health issues limit your mobility?
Is it difficult to get to the bathroom on your own?
Do you feel like a bother to others due to your lack of mobility?
Have you fallen in the last 12 months?


It tells me I may have been eligible for a scooter at little to no cost. Why the hell didn't I see that commercial sooner?

Let's look back...

1. Do health issues limit your mobility? - Well, does Flat Jessica look like she is enjoying her drink as much as real Dusty???

We had scheduled a 2 week Caribbean cruise before I got pregnant and since Dusty's parents and Chris and Michelle were going, I thought it would be best Dusty go on the cruise without me... well, without the Real Jessica. Flat Jessica went along for the ride while Real Jessica was at home in bed hooked up to an IV yakking her guts out. I would say definitely limited mobility.

2. Is it difficult to go to the bathroom on your own? - I would say so since there were a few times I didn't make it in time... not that I think the scooter would have helped that problem. I probably would have ended up running over Simba and then still pee'ing on myself. (Sorry no picture for that one...)

3. Do you feel like a bother to others due to your lack of mobility? - Simba seemed to be bothered by the bump.



4. And lastly, have you fallen in the last 12 months? - Well, if they know me, they would know that doesn't take me being pregnant since I am the queen of klutziness, but I did have a pretty bad fall. While walking down some steps at work, one step jumped out at me and I tripped and fell. Embarrassed, I quickly got up and hobbled back to my building. By the time I got back, my ankle was huge. It took a few days for the swelling to go down and for most that saw it, they just thought my ankles were swollen from the pregnancy (although you have to wonder when one is 3 times bigger than the other)

Anyway, moral of the story, for all the pregnant women out there, will someone please call and and see they qualify for a scooter? Someone needs to have the fun I was too late for.

We see who does all the work

So Dusty and I had a long talk about responsibilities and who helps with what. I felt really good about how we ended the conversation and decided to put it to the test. We had just fed the girls and I went into the kitchen to get a snack leaving Dusty with the girls (who he was supposed to be putting in their crib) and a load of laundry on the bed. This is what I saw when I came back 30 minutes later.




So today, which was supposed to be their original arrival date, I am thankful for my two, I mean, three little ones. I can't even imagine if they had just arrived today. Brylee is 6lb 12 oz and Brooklyn is 7lb 5 oz, but Brylee is an inch longer than Brooklyn. I can't even imagine how miserable I would have been at 40 weeks if both of them were the size they are nowin my belly. They are still waking up and eating every four hours. Sadly, we postponed their party this Saturday. They still aren't quite ready to be around a lot of people. Even the times when just a few people are here and they just feed them and put them back to sleep, they keep us up all night long. Not sure why. So, for now they wake up (usually screaming). We change them; feed them, and then they fall back asleep. I have to admit, it is a little repetitive and that is what I spend my days doing. I wish they were awake a little longer and we could play with them more. Some day when they are running around the house screaming and getting in to everything, someone please remind me how peaceful they used to be.

Mother's Day

Wide-eyed Brylee and sleeping Brooklyn


Happy Mommie and girls


Thanks Aunt Debs for taking the pics!

I was a little upset when I didn't originally get a Mother's Day card from the girls. Dusty said it was because "they" didn't know they were supposed to get me one. The next morning when I went to get them out of their crib. They were holding a card. It said happy belated Mother's Day and the reason it was late was because they were learning to write. :-)

It's Takes Two

Yesterday was the first day Dusty had to go in to the office since the girls were born. Yes, I know. As much as he complains about his job, he has had it easy since March. They haven't made him travel (so much for racking up frequent flier miles) and he has been working from home (which has prevented me from buying too much $4 gas). But, yesterday, the cakewalk ended and I was left home alone.

Now I am sure there are a lot of stay-at-home mom's out there and they do just fine, but I am not one of them. It was complete chaos. Before this day, we were on a nice 4 hour schedule 4-8-12 meaning about 10 minutes prior to that time, the girls started stirring, then we got them up, changed diapers, fed them and then they went back to sleep. Well, they slept in a little so we didn't start the process until around 9am which was ok because they were previously on a 1-5-9 schedule. Then came noon and no one was getting up. I decided to wake Brylee up and as I did, I got yaked on. So, then me and my bright idea decided to go ahead and give her a bath which went well until Brooklyn decided she was hungry. Now, when Brylee wakes up, she moves around a little, maybe starts to cry and if you give her a pacifier, she forgets she is hungry and is happy as can be. Brooklyn a.k.a. Wild Banchi opens her eyes and then the screaming starts. Everyone on the block knows when Brooklyn is hungry. And apparently she decided she was hungry right about the time I sat Brylee in the bath. So, nice relaxing bath turned in to rinse, wipe, rinse again and get the hell outta the tub so we can stop the ear-piercing screaming coming from the bedroom. I laid Brylee down on the bed and went to pick up Brooklyn. As soon as I did, she stopped crying. So, again, me and my bright idea decided to go ahead and give her the speedy 2-minute bath as well. Of course, by the end of the two minutes, she remembered she was hungry. I got them both on the bed and was trying to get Brooklyn wrapped up. At this point it is already 2pm, no one has eaten (including mom) and I get a text message from my co-workers telling me to order more popcorn (see picture below... they are devouring my $40 Boy Scout popcorn which normally I could care less, but I hadn't eaten since 8am and was starving)

In return, I sent them a picture of my view. One baby who refused to put her clothes on while the other just starred and tried to figure out what was going on.

Once we got clothed and fed, I put them back in the crib (now 3pm) and where Brooklyn passed out and the starring match for Brylee began.

I finally got a break when Aunt Debs came over and brought chicken nuggets and fed Brylee because at this point, it was already time to eat again. Needless to say, even though the schedule was shot for the day, by that night they were back on their 4 hour schedule, Dusty and I were grateful and he stayed home the next day. :-)