The other day I had to go and change both babies and put them down for a nap. Since Alex is the clever fellow that learned how to open our makeshift gate I decided to take him down first. I got him downstairs only to discover a massive poopy diaper that was going to take a little time cleaning up. No worries, Calista was safe upstairs in the living room, all gated off, and I could hear her playing. I began my duty of cleaning up Alex's dooty and at the end I happened to notice that it was quiet upstairs. Then I heard a strange noise. I grabbed up Alex and ran the bottom of the stairs half expecting to see Calista peering down at me, but she wasn't there. So I ran back to put Alex back in his crib for safe keeping and hurried upstairs to get Calista. Imagine my panic when I got to the top of the stairs and found the gate open and no sign of Calista! I raced through the upstairs looking for her when I heard a squeal of delight from the bathroom. She had chased Leo into the bathroom and had him cornered. When I got there Leo just gave me a terrified look as if to say, "Nobody told me those things were going to be mobile!".
Lucky for me Leo lured her into the bathroom and not down the stairs. Our current protocol for taking care of one baby and leaving the other one upstairs is to put the remaining baby into the jump-a-roo for safe keeping. That is until our new gates arrive.
After their nap and some lunch I took them on a quick adventure to the bank and then they both got haircuts at Lollilocks. I just love that place, they are so good with kids. Both babies did good getting the haircuts, although the stylist attempted to use the shaver on Alex to shape up his hair a bit.... I'm afraid she might have pushed her luck on that one. He bawled for about 2 minutes until I picked him up out of the chair. Then he was all smiles and making his new sound Grandma taught him, (running his finger over his lips making a bbbbbbbbb sound).
Today was a fairly low key day. I'm trying them out on more and more solid foods. This morning they got a tray full of Cheerio's and a jar of baby food bananas. For a snack they shared a yogurt before nap time and I learned the lesson of not trying to feed them something like yogurt without them being in a high chair. Calista's hair was plastered to her head with yogurt, not to mention the yogurt bath I was taking with them smearing their mouths all over mommy's sweats and shirt.
When they got up from their nap and we finished up lunch I decided that a bath was in order. So I turned on Dinosaur Train for Alex to watch in his highchair while I whisked Calista away for a bath. I think I might have caught her off guard since she wasn't quite as squirmy as usual. Most of the time it's like trying to dress a grizzly bear in pajama's with feet. Once she was done I put her in the jump-a-roo and got Alex all bathed.
I did notice today that Alex's rash from the Petechiae is starting to look really bad again. I've got a phone call into the Dr. to see if they want to do a blood draw sooner to see where his platelet count is. Judging by the rash I'd be really surprised if it was above 25,000 right now.
After bath time I waited for their hair to dry and then packed them up for a trip to Target. I bought them some new shoes and returned a toy they got for their birthday that was really cute, but quite working within 5 minutes of use.
The only other eventful thing that happened was yet another baby containment issue this evening. We have the downstairs set up with the play pen being used as a gate between the couch and the utility room closet. However the closet doors are not flush with the carpet so Calista has found that she can dig her little fingers into a seam in the cement and get out dirt to eat. So we took the vacuum to it and got it all cleaned out. Well tonight I found a little piece of cement in her mouth that had broken off from that seam, it was about half the size of a dime... plenty big enough to choke on. So we devised another barrier with my crafting table. I was able to slide it into the side of the utility closet so we can slide it back and forth to the couch. Now she can't even get to the utility closet.... for a while at least.
Every time we see her pushing on a gate or just staring at it we joke that she's like the raptors in Jurrasic Park. "You can see she's working the problem"... then when she breaks through the gate... "Clever Girl".
Ok... best and worst.
The worst part of motherhood for this blog is constantly putting socks back on their little feet. I want to give up and just let them play with the socks, but then they crawl over to me and their little feet are so cold. The sock battle must continue.
The best part of motherhood for this blog is a tray full of Cheerio's that they can feed themselves. Their independence is going to be a double edge sword I'm sure. How will it be when they don't need me anymore? However, them doing things on their own is really a wonderful thing.
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