Sleeping Together

Princess Lolly and Princess Frostine shared a bassinet, next to our bed until they were five months old.   Then they shared a crib in their own room for a couple more months.   One little baby in a big crib just seemed... lonely.   They have never slept with their heads more than five feet apart.   I have never even considered separating them.   There have been many times when one had an accident, or needed some Tylenol and I would turn the lights on, change the sheets, pour the medicine, get a glass of water all while the other slept without even stirring.  It's rare that one will sleep in longer than the other.  They usually come into my room in the morning one right after the other.

When have a spare room that we use as a playroom.  It's connected to their current room by a Jack and Jill bathroom.  I figure one day, when we no longer need a playroom, one of them will move into that room.  Maybe not.  I'll let them decide. 

For now, it makes me smile when I walk past their room after they are supposed to be asleep and I hear their little sisterly whispers.  I tell them to hush and go to sleep, with no conviction in my voice at all.

Afterthought:  It often occurs to me that Gloppy is the only one in our house who has his own room and sleeps alone.  Maybe that's why I am never quick to take him back to his room when he makes his way to my bed in the middle of the night.

The Sun Breaking Through the Clouds

So last week was a bitch in the Candy Cane Forest.  I had minor surgery last Tuesday and it knocked me down.  (More on the surgery later... I'm not ready to go there yet).  I had lots of help with the kids, but still.  I was completely useless.   By the time the weekend rolled around, the Candy Cane Kids were tired of being gentle with mama.  They needed their laundry put away, their snacks, their hair washed and their spills cleaned up.  And only mommy would do.   My body is bruised, swollen, sore and I can barely lift my arms.   But I sucked it up and soldiered through the weekend, because that's what moms do.  All I wanted to do was sit on the couch, read my book and have someone bring me club soda with a slice of lime.

I've also been feeling a little sad that I missed the boat on BlogHer.  I hemmed and hawed about attending.  I finally decided it would be silly not take the opportunity, especially when it's being held a mere 20 minutes from my house.  When I clicked on the register button, I was too late my mere minutes.  Oh well.

This week I am slowly coming back to life.  But yesterday I was in a funk.  Mr. Mint was out of town, so I was flying solo.  The house was a mess, the dishes needed to be done and I needed a shower.  But I chose to lay down and take a nap when Gloppy fell asleep for his nap.  Lolly and Frostine were at camp.  I woke just in time to get out the door to go pick them up.  I had to rouse Gloppy from his slumber which I hate doing.  We both had that post nap hazy feeling that seems to be made worse by bright sunlight.

I was feeling crabby and in pain.  When I got to the girls camp, one of the counselors stopped me on the way in and asked if I was Lolly and Frostine's mom.  I got that feeling in my gut.  You know the one that says "oh damn, what did they do?"  When I hesitantly said yes, she told me how much she enjoys my girls and how sweet it is that they look out for each other.  I wanted to hug her.  

As if that wasn't enough to brighten my mood... when I got home there was an e-mail in my in box saying there was space for me at BlogHer and did I want to attend!  Yes, yes, yes I want to attend.  I want to spend time meeting all these other fabulous women whose blogs I stalk and whose writing inspires me.  I want to meet other newbies like me.

So I'm going to drag my battered body to BlogHer in San Francisco and meet some new friends and talk about blogging.  And I'm excited.

Oh yeah, and these guys...  I love them.  They make me so proud.