...Use Your Noodle.

Pasta.  Probably my favorite thing to eat ever.  As my ever-expanding ass shows, I can't turn down a noodle in any form.  Ever.  So why can't I get my kids to eat pasta?

My kids have willingly tolerated trying most foods as we keep moving from baby food to table food, but put a noodle in front of them and all hell breaks loose!  We've tried them with sauce, with cheese, with butter, with nothing.  I've over-cooked them. I've under-cooked them.  Nada.  It's like something out of Green Eggs and Ham...they won't even touch them.  Instead, they scream bloody murder at the sight of them.  I'm sure the neighbors are wondering what we're doing to them.  Not to worry.  We're just trying to get our kids to freaking eat a noodle.

At this point we're either going to give up completely on the idea of giving them pasta, or we're going to have to get creative.  Who has an idea for me?

RMH 4/17/13

"At first I was afraid. I was petrified..."

Not gonna lie, this first year has been more hectic, emotional, difficult, amazing, fun, hard, rewarding, exhausting, and everything else than I ever thought possible. And I wouldn't change a minute of it.

Happy 1st birthday, Neil and Lizzie. We love you!

RMH 2/9/13

The Great Balancing Act...Part 2...

Eleven months, 3 weeks, and 3 days. How the hell did that happen? Neil and Lizzie have gone from being these tiny things to these large, drooling, teething, silly, cruising, and grooving kids. It's amazing...and scary!

The balancing act this time isn't mine, it's theirs. Watching them teeter as they try to stand independently, and holding their hands as they try to walk...they look like tiny drunk people! It's funny, but it's also terrifying. Every wobbly step makes me so proud of their achievements, but every tumble and fall breaks my heart.

Okay, maybe that's dramatic (I have a flair for it), but it's nerve wracking. I keep choking back gasps as they fall, trying not to make the fall worse for them. I sound ridiculous! Ai know that with each tumble, bump, and fall that they are becoming more confident. I just wish that I could wrap them in bubble wrap until they can walk!

RMH 2/4/13

...Making Food From Scratch

I love food.  And it loves me.  So much so that it sticks around in places that I don't want it to (read:  hips, thighs, stomach).  I enjoy making the food almost as much as I enjoy eating it.  So I figured that making baby food for the twins would be a logical move for me.  I wasn't thinking about the cost at first, but let me just say that the savings are worth every minute I spend making baby food!

First, here's the basic method:  Clean, quarter, steam, puree, cool, freeze.  The whole process works for most fruits and vegetables, and generally takes less that an hour.  If you really need a more specific recipe, here's the one for apples:

5 sweet firm apples (Gala, Pink Lady, Honeycrisp), cleaned and quartered (skins on)

Step 1:  Place steamer basket into a pot with 1 inch of water (or use steamer if you have one)
Step 2:  Place apples in steamer basket
Step 3:  Turn heat on high, cover pot and steam apples until soft (anywhere from 15-30 minutes)
Step 4:  Turn off heat, transfer apples to a bowl and cool to the point that you can touch them
Step 5:  Remove skins (they should peel right off) and place in blender
Step 6:  Puree apples, adding some of the steaming liquid, breast milk, or formula to thin the puree as needed
Step 7:  Transfer puree into an air-tight container to keep in the refrigerator for up to 3 days, or freeze in an ice cube tray (each well is 1 ounce) for up to 3 months.

You can substitute pears, carrots, butternut squash, peas, zucchini, or pretty much anything else that you want for the apples and do the exact same process.  A word of warning:  the peas came out much more concentrated than everything else, so I thin those out with some formula when I feed them to the twins.  The zucchini was very watery, so I mix that with rice cereal to get a consistency that stays on the spoon.

Some vegetables require a little more time.  For beets and yams/sweet potatoes clean the vegetable (leave the skins on), prick with holes, and roast at 350 degrees for an hour or until soft.  You could do this with the carrots and squash too.  Roasting sweetens the vegetables slightly. 

I haven't attempted to puree my own meat.  The thought of making "meat paste" doesn't really appeal to me, so I'm using jarred food until the kids can eat the same food that I make for dinner. (Based on how fast the teeth are coming in, I don't think I'll have to endure this cost for too long!)  However, Momtastic's Wholesome baby Food site has some basic recipes for purees if you're interested.  (http://wholesomebabyfood.momtastic.com/MeatRecipes.htm)

Happy puree-ing!!!

RMH 9/18/12

...Momma Said There'd Be Days Like This...

I don't want to give the wrong impression about having twins. It's freaking hard. But Neil and Lizzie are pretty easy-going babies and for that I say, "Thank you, Jesus!" However, we've had our moments over the last few months. Here's an email (edited to delete some profanity that slipped out in my moment of stress and now including a few details that I was too frazzled to email at the time) that I sent to Scott about one of those moments. I hope you find the humor in it like we did...once it was over!

So, I start feeding Lizzie and Neil flips out on me big time. So I put Lizzie in a bouncer, grab Neil, and feed him on my lap while I feed her in the bouncer. Lizzie gets disinterested in eating so I stop feeding her and concentrate on Neil who starts slowing down and falling asleep. I decide to switch their spots to see if Lizzie wants more to eat. Nope! She poops all over my leg. I have to grab her, hold my pant leg to keep the poo-glob from falling on the rug, and get upstairs. Once there, I take off my poo pants and change Lizzie without any pants on! I get her cleaned up, she's laughing at me by now of course, get my leg cleaned up and start taking the laundry to the basement...completely forgetting that I don't have any pants on until I hit the kitchen! I run back upstairs and put pants on, then run back downstairs to get laundry started. So, now I have a second load of laundry going and both babies are mad at me because their feeding time was hectic! It's only 12:30!!!

RMH 7/10/12

..."That Was Easy."

One of the questions that you get asked repeatedly when you tell people that you're pregnant with multiples or that you have multiples is, "When did you find out?"  Since I've been writing about having the twins I may as well write about finding out that we were pregnant with twins.  Cue the cheesy blurring effects....we're going back in time.


(...Eleven months earlier...)

I never liked the phrase "We're trying" when it comes to pregnancy.  To me it always seemed like you were announcing to everyone that you and your partner are having sex like bunnies. What if I need to call you?  I don't want to interrupt you while "you're trying."  Ick! I'm kidding, but I really am not fond of the phrase.  I think I was successful in avoiding it.  My brother and sister-in-law like the phrase "Pull the goalie."  I'll stick with that one.  We pulled the goalie and hoped for the best.

That July we went to Galveston with Scott's family for vacation.  I knew that there was a possibility of scoring an empty netter (to stick with the hockey theme, I guess.) so I brought an early detection test with me.  It was positive.  Scott was still asleep because it was early in the morning.  Gotta use that "strong pee," right?  (Eew.  No one wants to think of their pee as being strong.)  I woke him up to tell him the good news.  His response?  "That was easy."  The he promptly rolled over and went back to sleep.  I, on the other hand, was wide awake.

Telling our families that I was pregnant was fun.  We both started reading about pregnancy online and started to think about registry items.  We even started to plan out the nursery.  Then, about six weeks in, I started to spot.  Half of what I read online was, "Oh, it's fine.  Most women spot."  The other half was, "FREAK OUT AND GET TO THE DOCTOR!"  I went right down the middle and calmly called the doctor.  He said to come in to the office.  That's when I started to get nervous.

My doctor asked what was wrong, and did a brief exam.  He then asked me if I wanted to get an ultrasound done.  Thinking that I had the option, I said no.  I wanted Scott to be there for the first ultrasound, and he was stuck at work.  My doctor clarified by telling me that I really had no choice and what he should have asked me was when could I get to the hospital for the ultrasound.  Crap.  Now I'm really nervous.

I called Scott to tell him what was happening.  I then called my mom and asked her to meet me there.  We walked into the ultrasound room and I got on the table.  By the way, nothing says Mother-Daughter Bonding Moment like having a transvaginal ultrasound...especially when the tech asks you to insert the wand.  The tech started looking around and we saw two dark spots.  She laughed and said that everything was fine.  She then proceeded to tell me that there were two babies.  This is where accounts of the next few minutes differ.

My mom's version:
Tech:  Everything is fine.  There are two sacs.  Here's Baby A and here's Baby B.
Me:  WHAT????????????
Mom:  YES!!!  Haha! 
Tech:  You're having twins.  Let's look closer.
Me:  Are you sure there's only two?
Tech:  You're not going to throw up are you?  I had someone do that last week.
Mom:  HAHAHAHAHAA!
Me:   Holy shit.  Twins?

My version:
Tech:  Everything is fine.  There are two sacs.  Here's Baby A and here's Baby B.
Me:  WHAT?????????????
Mom:  (insert manic laughter)
Tech:  You're having twins.  Let's look closer.
Me:  Omigodomigodomigod.  Seriously?
Tech:  You're not going to throw up are you?  I had someone do that last week.
Mom:  (insert even more manic laughter and a comment about a sweet potato)
Me:  (insert nervous laughter)  Scott's going to lose his mind.

So after seeing both sacs, two little heartbeats, and being told that they would be fraternal twins I was able to get dressed.  The tech printed me out my first pictures of the babies and we were able to leave.  I was shaking.  Now I had to tell Scott.  "That was easy," he had originally said.  He'll never live those words down.

During the whole ultrasound Scott had been sending text messages to my mom trying to find out if everything was okay.  She wasn't responding because we were both staring at two babies on a screen.  As we walked out she told me to call Scott.  Quick decision:  tell him now or make him wait?  If I tell him now he's going to flip out at work.  If I say everything's fine and try to wait he'll know that something is up and pester me.  So I told him.

"Everything is fine," I said.  "But, well, uh...we're having twins."  Dead silence.  Then he said,"Stop it.  Your mother put you up to that.  She's with you, and is screwing around."  I told him that we weren't messing with him and that it was true.  I even had photographic evidence.  He asked me if I was serious.  I said yes.  He said he had to get back to work.  I asked him if he was okay.  We were both trying to remain calm.  Whoever made that famous quote about the best laid plans is a jerk.

When Scott was done working he called to say that he was coming out to my parents' place.  He then called his dad, who was in Rotterdam.  According to Scott the conversation went like this:
Scott:  Dad, Becky's pregnant with twins.
Scott's Dad:  (insert 45 minutes of laughter while Scott tries not to panic)

We obviously botlh calmed down, but we definitely had a hard time wrapping our heads around what was happening to us. The 19 week ultrasound was great, and helped us both feel better about everything.  We saw both babies moving around.  At that point they could show both of them in one shot.  That was the last time it would happen!

One of Scott's co-workers gave him an idea to reveal the genders of the babies.  We would have two cakes made, and the inside icing would be dyed according to the gender of each baby.  The outside would be done in neutral colors so that when we cut into the cakes everyone would find out at once.  That meant that we had to wait to find out with everyone else.

We took the idea to the bakery.  As we were describing what we wanted the baker said, "Oh!  You want sex cakes!"  Naturally I burst out laughing, thinking of how silly the term sex cake sounded.  Since Scott's family was going to be in town for Thanksgiving we planned a little party for the Saturday after Thanksgiving.  I was pretty sure that this was going to be the most highly anticipated cake cutting in the history of the world.

RMH

...The Great Balancing Act Part 1

Going back to work after the birth of any child is difficult for a mother...at least that's what they say on the Internet! My thought is that the level of difficulty depends on the mother and her individual situation. For me, going back wasn't hard, but the timing could have been better. I would be back for the last six weeks of school and I was walking right into spring concert season, which meant three weeks of after school rehearsals and evening performances.

I think that the fact that the twins were in the hospital for so long made it easier for me to go back to work. I had no choice but to get used to leaving them in the NICU every day. Going to work was a piece of cake, emotionally speaking. The work load was nuts, and I had stuff to submit from when I was out, but I had all of the paperwork under control within a week.

Now I just had to get through the 16 hour days that were performance days while taking care of the twins. Naturally, they both decided to start sleeping through the night the week AFTER my concerts were done!

RMH 7/5/12