They’re 9 months today. I’m devastated. And happy. I love babies, but they’re not going to be babies for much longer.
But really, I like them now. Not that I didn’t before, but it was different. It was getting through the day. Recently, it’s been wild to see their personalities really come out and be able to communicate just a tiny bit.
Now if I could just install fences everywhere, we’d be okay.
Do you think llamas would herd babies? Maybe I should just get a llama.
If I say “I’d like to buy some toys for 9 month old babies,” your response should not be “are they boys or girls?”
THEY’RE 9 MONTHS OLD.
She kept pushing about it, so yes, I went off on a rant to the salesperson about gender stereotyping. I have no regrets. Lies. I have one. I wish I could have gotten on the loudspeaker and ranted to the entire store.
She insisted that I should shop for girls in the girl section of the store. I did fucking not.
People talk to us. We have to plan extra time into any trips out into the public, because people talk to us.
I try to be polite. Yes, they’re twins. Nope, both girls. Yes, that one’s older. No, I did not have them VAGINALLY. Yes, I breastfed. No, I do not feel like discussing why I quit with you, stranger.
When we went sightseeing in California, people took pictures. Of us.
It’s all fine. I guess I just don’t understand it. There are twins everywhere. Also, how do people not realize that if a baby looks upset or tired, sticking your face into hers and yelling is not going to help.
The twins group I belong to talks about this all the time. Their advice is to never stop moving. Answer peoples’ questions but don’t stop the stroller rolling. This works sometimes.
More often than not, though, someone will plant themselves directly in the stroller’s path so I have no choice but to stop and talk.
It just strikes me as odd. Once in awhile, it’ll happen every ten feet and I just wish they had been listening to all of the answers I gave the last person.
And I wish they’d lay off the boobs/vagina talk. Oh, and are they natural? I still get that a lot too. I like to respond that they are plastic.
I think I did it, but let me know if it didn’t work!
I got no sleep.
The baby kicked in her own shit and it got all over me.
The “child-proof” window blind string thing got installed too high (again), so I couldn’t pull it the way you’re supposed to.
So when I opened the blinds it shot off and hit me in the fucking eye.
I can’t find the bananas I bought at the store, which would not be a problem except that the girls were in a hunger meltdown and I knew I bought them so I kept looking and looking and they kept flipping more and more.
I didn’t put the mesh bumper back in the crib and the baby got her foot stuck.
Today is cancelled. Let’s see what you’ve got, Tuesday.