Almost Back to Work…


I’m sitting here, drinking lukewarm coffee, watching my twin baby girls play and entertain each other in their play pen, and my heart feels like it’s exploding.

Ava has a texture ball in her mouth, and is picking up stacking cups, sensory water bottles, and the stacking ring base. Madelyn is playing with a farm-themed activity center (“Welcome to our learning farm, we have much to show you. Shapes, colors, music too – there’s so much to do!”) They are both very much in the oral fixation stage, and absolutely everything goes into their mouths for exploration.

I split my maternity leave in two, and the second, final stage of it is screaming to an end.  I have today, tomorrow, the weekend, and then Monday – back to work I go. I’ll only be in the office 4 days a week, but it’s still going to be such an adjustment – and it’s going to be harder this time around because it’s permanent. I’ve already cried more times this week than I can count – just thinking of leaving them. I never thought I’d want to be a stay-at-home mom – I love adult interaction, using my brain for things not baby related, and I adore my work, my coworkers and my boss. But my heart aches to think of leaving my babies. At 8.5 months, they are little people. They make me laugh (and yes, at times want to cry out of frustration) – but I am absolutely, positively, beyond in love with them.

It took me a while to get here – maybe some moms feel like this on day 1 – but as I’ve shared before, I was so overwhelmed with the sheer task of keeping them alive and myself sane, that I loved them, but I wasn’t necessarily in love with them. But now, all that is gone, and has been replaced with the strongest, purest, bravest, scariest, my all-consuming love.

I’m going to miss them so much when I’m at work. Because it’s not an option for me to stay home (see: big fancy new house), I have realized I need to channel that into being my best self when I’m working. If I’m going to be away from my beautiful babies, I need to make it worth it.

And when I come home, I’m going to eat them up. And cuddle. And play. And breathe in every part of them.

Oh babies, how your mama loves you so. 

Our Twins at Six Months


These two lovely ladies are six months old!

Our precious twins at six months old!

I can’t quite believe that my twins are six months old! How did that happen?

I’m not sure why, but I’ve been so excited about them reaching this milestone.

And it’s a milestone that’s everything I dreamed it would be. The twins are a little sturdier, a little less fragile. They’re not quite mobile, and they still want to snuggle. They’re sleeping more and eating more fun foods. They’re interested in the world around them – from Chloe’s fur, to trees on our walks, to television shows, to silly songs about pumpkins and turkeys. They’re playing with toys and starting to piece together the world around them. And they’re starting to interact more and more with each other.

Twins at six months are so fascinating to watch.



At her 6 month check-up, we learned that Ava is 18.25 lbs and 27.5 inches long. She has big blue eyes, a grin that lights up the whole room, a ridiculously stubborn curl on the side of her head, and monster-sized baby feet.

Ava is our mover and shaker. While she’s not crawling forward yet – she’s certainly not sitting still. She wants to go, go, go. She effortlessly flips back-to-front and front-to-back, and figures out some way to get from Point A to Point B – often involving her rotating and scooting backwards. She puts everything she can into her mouth… except baby food, which, other than pears and mixed veggies, she is still not sure about. She is definitely a Daddy’s Girl, and sometimes will only be consoled when Bryan is holding her. Ava is starting to screech in delight – testing her vocal cords, the pediatrician assures us – but her absolute favorite thing in life is blowing raspberries and seeing other people blow raspberries back. Her entire face lights up and she is as happy as can be. It’s just the cutest thing in the world.



At her 6 month check-up, we learned that Maddy is 18.5 lbs and 25 inches long. (I’m incredulous that my tiny little Baby B has now outpaced Ava, just as our pediatric nurse predicted at their 1-week appointment!) She has adorably chubby little thighs, dainty feet, and the rosiest cheeks.

Madelyn is our contemplative little girl. She has mastered sitting on her own, and I’ll often catch her sitting against her Boppy pillow, stroking the material with her pudgy little fingers. She absorbs everything around her – tv shows, songs, Chloe’s fur, books, baby foods – everything. I was so proud of her at her 6 month check-up when the doctor gave her a book, and she reached for it and tried to help me turn the pages. Proud Mom moment, for sure! She is a Mama’s girl, and makes my heart swell when she reaches for me. Madelyn continues to sleep through the night – often enduring her sister’s cries – and wakes up the happiest baby. She’s a shy, introverted baby – but she’s starting to break out of her shell a little more – and her laugh is one of the most delightful sounds I will ever know in my entire life.


I’m so excited to see what these little girls have in store for the next six months!

The Best Part of My Day

The best part of my day is walking into my childhood home, seeing my mom and dad, who are loving on the babies, and then seeing the babies get excited and reach out for me.

Arms waving, legs kicking, making grunting noises… and then feeling them settle as they snuggle in.

Feeling them pull my hair. Slobber on me. Bounce up and down. Stare at me. Chomp on my knuckles. Snuggle in for a hug. Clamor for a bottle. Stroke my clothes. Smile at me.

I’m so grateful for this.

All of this…

because I’m also profoundly grateful because I know that they’ve spent a day with someone who loves them most on earth.

It’s times like this – the best part of my day – when I think of the twin mom mantra:

If you think my hands are full, you should see my heart.


I am a grateful mom. I am a grateful twin mom.

A Love Letter to Sophie the Giraffe



Our twin Sophie’s

Oh, Sophie.

I admit, I had no idea what you were… until I received 6 of you from considerate and generous friends.  Yes, six.

While I returned 4 of your friends – let’s not think we’re running a zoo here – I kept you. Both of you.

Because twins.

I wasn’t sure if you’d be worth the hype, but you are. My girls love twisting your neck. Making you squeak. Chewing on your hooves. Forcing your whole entire head into their mouths.

Now there is no where we go that you don’t come with us.




Every time we buckle up the car seats, I snap, click and pull the straps into place – and then find you so the babies can get comfort from you. And when we get to our destination, I see their chubby little hands wrapped around you. Sometimes they’re sleeping peacefully, sometimes they’re wide awake and playing with you. Each time, it fills my heart. Because you are just so darn cute. Not as cute as the baby holding you, but together. So cute.

You, Sophie the Giraffe, are worth every penny.

And maybe I shouldn’t have been so eager to send your friends back, because I know the day is coming that we lose you or I accidentally submerge you when I’m washing you and your squeaker stops squeaking, and then I’ll be using my Amazon Prime to bring you home again.


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Baby Showers: 5 Tips from a New Mom to Moms-to-Be


Me and Madelyn at Lyndsey’s baby shower

I went to a baby shower over the weekend for Lyndsey, one of my dear, dear friends, and one who incidentally, co-hosted my twin baby shower earlier this year.

Lyndsey is an amazing lady, and so she had many of us clamoring to help with her shower.  I was more than happy to help with my assigned task – supplying the beverages for the party – but I was a little stuck at first when it came time for what I was going to gift her.

I mean, this is one of my best friends, on the precipice of one of the biggest, life-changing, core-rocking, challenging and yes rewarding events in life. What could I possibly get her?

I decided to get two gifts: a few small toys and a book from the twins to their future BFF, and another gift from me to one of my BFF’s. I gave her a cute kimono robe from Modern Celebrations on Etsy, homemade lavender bath bombs (I’m starting to get into essential oils, so this was a fun experiment and my house still smells amazing five days later!), and a gift card to Massage Envy for a prenatal massage.

In the midst of Lyndsey unwrapping onesies, rock and plays, photo frames, primary colored toys, board books, pacifiers, and even car seats, I couldn’t help but look at my little ones – who of course accompanied me to the shower – and think how quickly they outgrow everything!

I had a few thoughts that I people probably told me about baby showers and registries, that I wish I had listened to. Or maybe even remembered. But advice is thrown at you during your shower pregnancy, so it’s hard to really take it all in.

Looking back, though – these are my top 5 pieces of advice for new moms, baby-shower-wise, at least!

  1. Don’t wash everything. Wash a few things at the beginning so you are set for the first week or so. But just because you absolutely, positively love the Halo Swaddle Sleep Sack when they’re newborns doesn’t mean that you’ll need the medium and large sizes down the road. And if you get all giddy with Dreft, you’re not going to be able to return them later. (See #2)
  2. If you don’t absolutely, positively love it – return it. This may seem harsh and some may disagree – but, take it from a twin mom – your house is going to explode with baby gear. Baby gear will appear in every nook in your car, in every load of laundry, in every couch cushion. Baby gear will appear in rooms the moment they’re cleaned. Your life is about to be consumed by small, itty bitty things, and at times, you will get irrationally mad at these small, lifeless items. So at the very least, you should start out liking them. If your relationship with the baby gear starts out at anything less than love (or complete necessity) – return it, donate it, or pass it on.
  3. Return every sleeper that’s not zip up. Those buttons shrink while you’re little one is sleeping and become impossible in the middle of the night. Sleepers with zippers are your friends.
  4. Gently used often means barely used. I totally get it – there are things that you just want to buy new. Especially for a first baby – it’s just so fun to get everything just-so (see #2) But… that rock and play? The bassinet? The play mat? The floor seat? These are things you can totally get used – and I guarantee your baby won’t know it. And you will be able to spend that money on things you love (again, see #2).
  5. Make sure Dad likes it all, too. Okay, maybe even if he doesn’t love the purple Ergo carrier – make sure he knows what it does and how it works. If he wasn’t involved in the registry, make sure he’s involved now, so that when it’s 3 am and the baby’s poo’ed for the 14th time, you’re not the only one who knows how to unlock the diaper pail.

What would you add to the list?

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And the Twins Plagiocephaly Journey Officially Begins…

Today was a day I’ve been dreading for a while.

But the funny thing is – unlike most things that get worse the closer you get, I seemed to dread it less and less as the day approached.

Today, we went to Cranial Technologies to get the twins’ evaluated for baby helmets to fix their plagiocephaly.

Back when the babes were just two months old, their pediatrician noticed a little bit of head flattening. He recommended more tummy time and visits with a pediatric rehabilitation specialist. I was so sad to hear that my little babies weren’t perfect, and I was convinced that a more rigorous tummy time would help round out their little noggins.

(I think that was the night that I literally put Ava on her tummy, on a blanket, set a timer on my iPhone and acted like a drill sergeant, determined to train them into round-headed submission. That lasted, oh, 8 minutes.)

So, over the summer, I made a few visits to the physical therapist.  From the beginning, it was extra challenging because the girls weren’t identical, but they were complementary. Ava has a preference to go one way, which has caused a flattening on her right side, where Maddy has flattening on her left side.

The girls have made progress over the last four months, but at their last physical therapy appointment, the therapist said she didn’t feel like they’ve progressed at a fast enough rate… and she was recommending helmets.

To be totally honest, this felt like a punch in the gut.

I took it as a sign that I had failed as a mom. I know – totally, objectively, completely – that this is totally wrong. But I felt it.  A good mom wouldn’t have let her child get a flat head. Maybe I should have held them more? Maybe I should have enforced tummy time more? Maybe I should have relied less on boppies and rock-n-plays? Maybe I should have grown an extra pair of arms to be able to carry both babies at all times?

I’m only kind of joking on that last one.

After getting the recommendation from our PT about the helmets, I did even more research, and learned that plagiocephaly and bracycephaly – which is a type of plagiocephaly that effects the side of the head – are pretty common in multiples.

The information below is from the Parent Think website:

  • Position in the womb can impact your baby’s head shape, especially with multiple births and restricted space.

  • Convenience devices such as infant car seats, swings, recliners and more mean babies are held less and not moved around as much. Twins can also spend more time in convenience devices due to the logistics of caring for two.

  • Torticollis (tight neck muscles) can contribute to your baby preferring to turn to the right side or the left side. This condition can be treated with physical therapy and neck exercises.

  • Babies sleeping on their backs to reduce the risk of SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome) has been the recommendation of the American Academy of Pediatrics since 1992. This important recommendation has decreased the incidence of SIDS by approximately 50%, but the rate of plagiocephaly has increased.

After reading that, I felt a little better. Still not like I was going to win any “Mom of the Year” Awards – but better in that there were a lot of factors stacked against us to not have this diagnosis. I learned that twins plagiocephaly is pretty common, and studies have shown that it’s more common for Baby A (for us, that means Ava) to have a more severe condition and torticollis because she was lower in utero, and therefore was scrunched up more – especially near the end. (Big babies, check. Full-term, check. Less space in general because there were two of them in there, check. Torticollis and bracycephaly with plagiocephaly diagnosis, check.)

Oh, how the joys of a twin pregnancy continues after birth!

So even though I was hoping beyond all hope that my perfect little babies wouldn’t need baby helmets, I realized – short-term vanity wasn’t a good reason to not give them round little noggins for the rest of their lives. And, more importantly, I realized that, for us, the pros definitely outweighed the cons:

  • The issue can be corrected
  • The DOC band is temporary
  • The treatment doesn’t hurt
  • Insurance covers it. We are extremely lucky that it’s a really small copay to cover the cost.
  • We can decorate their bands and make them cute – a minor point, but still a silver lining!
  • Hopefully the heat is behind us, so the babies won’t react to the extra layer on their heads in the dog days of summer – a plus for my girls since they run hot!
  • Decreased risk of TMJ
  • Decreased risk of facial deformity – a minor concern for the girls’ based on their current status, but definitely a concern! As a parent, you don’t want to think about being the cause (by not acting to prevent!) a facial deformity
  • And, as my husband pointed out, maybe the DOC band will act as a real “helmet” and protect the girls a bit as they start moving!

So… today was our first appointment at Cranial Technologies.

With Bryan’s help, the girls sat on a little stool in the middle of a room, and a technician showed them a spinning wheel with lights. The girls nailed it and sat there, drooling in fascination, while they took pictures of their heads from every conceivable angle.

Another technician showed us the results – and seeing the images in black and white on a big monitor totally showed us that getting the DOC Bands was the right thing to do for us.

Since this was just the evaluation, we need to go back in a few weeks and set the appointment for the bands to be custom created and fit on the twins. And then, every 2 weeks, we’ll go back for adjustments. Today, we were estimated the girls will be in their helmets for 10-14 weeks. It sounds like a lot, but I’d read it can be for as long as 6 months, so I’ll take 2.5 months to 3.5 months any day.

So, our journey begins.

Sleep Training Twins is Hard

Sleep training twins is a hard, hard thing.  You read the books and have a game plan – but the twins have their own ideas, sometimes.

Since 3 months, Madelyn has been our sleeping champ. She can sleep through the night – and has, every night except one, for the past 3 months. Ava still struggles with waking up in the middle of the night – most of the time only once, but sometimes twice.

I felt like things were going okay, but as I mentioned in an earlier post, their bedtimes were getting later and later. It wasn’t uncommon for them to go to bed until 9:30 or 10 – which is when I wanted to go to bed, too. I realized this was unfair to everyone involved: me, Bryan, and of course, the babies.

I started reading the book my pediatrician recommended, “Sleeping Through the Night” by Jodi Mindell. Essentially, she recommends a 4-step bedtime method:

  1. Set a bedtime. As I said before, I know this is something we were definitely lacking.  After reading recommendations that around 6 months, babies should be going to be between 6 and 7:30 pm and realistically thinking about our family’s evening routines – essentially, that on a good day Bryan gets home around 6:30 – I decided the girls’ bedtime should be as close to 7:15 as possible.
  2. Create a bedtime routine. We were guilty of not doing this, too. Like her other suggestions, this made sense to me: so I decided what routine would work best for us:
    1. Bath – if it’s bath day 🙂
    2. PJ’s, sleep sack and Snuza
    3. Bottle
    4. Take babies to their bedroom
    5. Book – She suggests reading the same books every night, so I have two go-to’s: the classic Goodnight Moon and I Love You This Much, which I found in the clearance bin at TJ Maxx and just absolutely adore
    6. Lullaby – I figured singing the same song every night would be another cue that it’s bedtime, and I had noticed on car rides that the twins both calm down when I sing “Baby Beluga” – so that seemed to be a natural choice
    7. Bed – And then… dun, dun, dun …. actually putting the babies down
  3. Establish a bedtime environment. This, we had nailed down a few months ago. The babies transitioned from bassinets in our room to their own cribs at around 3 months.  Hurray for a point for the new twin parents!
  4. Put baby down awake. And a third strike for us. We had been letting let the babies fall asleep during their last feeding – on the couch, nestled in their Boppy pillows, and then quietly take them into their bedroom. Neither minded too much – but I know that it wasn’t good for them long-term.

Mindell says her strategy takes about 3 nights. The first night, they’re supposed to cry for 45 minutes. The second night, for about an hour for the “extinction burst”. And then, the third night, they’re supposed to cry for 20 minutes… and then smooth sailing.

I liked the concepts of it, but I’m realizing it’s dramatically lacking in advice for twins, and for that – like so many other twin adventures, we’re stumbling through.

  • The first few nights, Madelyn went down easy.  Even though there is nothing in her crib except a hard infant mattress and rice-stuffed socks (part of the twins’ physical therapy for their torticollis and plagiocephaly – more on that later!), I could almost see her snuggling down and getting comfortable. Ava – well, Ava is our party girl and has always acted like she’s missing out on something really cool going on in the other room. You know – like her dad and I eating dinner and trying to talk to each other like grown adults.
  • The first night, they cried for 20 minutes. Twenty minutes less than the estimation, but painful nonetheless.
  • The second night – and maybe here’s where I messed up? – I did the whole training thing during nap time, since my pediatrician had recommended that one change to Mindell’s method. If they were napping in their crib (which they were since I was working from home that day), then he said the training method should be the same. The twins cried for at least an hour. Hard cries. Upset cries. Cries that made me cry. Cries that made their Nana cry. All I could think of – other than wondering if I was a terrible person not worth the revered title of “mom” – was the cartoon:
  • funny-duck-cartoon-fowl-language-comics-brian-gordon-38The next night, Daylight Savings Time ended, so we leapt at the chance to take advantage of putting the twins down at their new bedtime and were delighted when that actually worked.
  • Monday and Tuesday were the same – babies out like little lights by 7:00 on both nights.
  • And then tonight. Tonight, tonight. The night that Bryan’s out of the house for soccer. Tonight was painful. I did the whole routine and put the babies down at 7 pm. When I left their room, not a peep – both were content to be in their beds. And then a few minutes later, Ava whimpered for a few minutes but then quieted down. At 7:30, though, Maddy woke up crying, and she set off Ava. After that went on for a while, I went in to soothe them – make sure knives hadn’t fallen into their cribs, sing a few songs, and succumbed to turning on the Sleep Sheep. My presence did not soothe them: in fact, I think I made them more frustrated because I wasn’t picking them up. I sat on the floor, as close to them as possible, and sang the stupid Baby Beluga song as loud as I could. At one point, tears were falling down my face and I realized I wasn’t doing them any favors and I wasn’t doing myself any favors. So I left. And came out to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, listen to the rain and Chopin, and blog it out.

Somewhere in there – the babies fell asleep. This time, I think for good. But damn.

Sleep training twins is hard. I’m sure more posts will follow, as I know this is not the end of our sleep training journey.

Dear friends – what’s the best sleep training advice you’ve ever received? Twins or no – I’d love to hear it.

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Recommitting to a Promise to Myself


This post is all about me.

Me. Me. Me.

As I began this journey called “Motherhood”, I pledged not to lose myself.   Everyone talks about making time for date nights, and girls nights, and work time, and extended family time – or rather, trying to make time for it all.

That all sounded good, but I wanted to add something to the mix: I promised to myself to not lose track of me.

The girl who loves reading historical fiction novels. The girl who likes to curl up under a blanket with a hot cup of tea – at least when it’s not 95* in San Diego. The girl who likes massages and pedicures. The girl who enjoys writing and reading Real Simple and spending hours on Pinterest. The girl who has learned that when she’s absolutely committed to something, nothing can stop her (read: running a half-marathon). The girl who loves yoga. The girl who loves crunching fall leaves and feeling afternoon breezes on her face.

In truth: I’ve worked to become a person that I like. A person that I’m comfortable being – by myself and with others. I’m fortunate that I’ve established a little circle of my amazing friends, coworkers, family, and of course, my husband – who allow me and empower me to be a person that they like spending time with.

But –

I’ve realized it’s important for me to hold on to me. My core. My person. Me – not as a mother, a wife, a daughter or a friend. Me, on my own.

Even before the girls were born, Bryan and I talked about this. Not maybe in the existential way that I’m writing about it now -but in the objective, scheduling way that new parents strive for:

  • Monday nights: family nights
  • Tuesday nights: Jess’ nights
  • Wednesday nights: Bryan’s nights
  • Thursday nights: up-for-grabs – could be my book club, Bryan’s video game night, or family night
  • Friday night: family nights or date nights
  • Saturday night: family nights or date nights
  • Sunday night: family nights

On paper, this seemed like it was a great solution for us. Flexibility on some nights, lots of family night time for us to spend together and with the twins, and dedicated nights for each of us to do our own thing. For Bryan, it would be his weekly soccer game. For me, it could be yoga, Pilates, going to a coffee shop, swimming – just something all for me.

But then something funny happened.

Without realizing it, I started sacrificing my Jess nights. Oh sure, I made up lots of great excuses reasons for why my nights were sliding away. I had missed the twins while I was at work. Bryan had to stay late at work, so I missed my Pilates class (that I didn’t really want to go to anyway.) The babies didn’t sleep well last night so I was tired, too tired, to do anything out of the house. One night I even stayed home and wrote a blog entry – just steps away from Bryan and the babies in case they needed me. I could just go take Chloe for a quick walk. Bryan was sick one week, so I didn’t want to leave him alone with the twins. I was working late all the other days that week, and felt like I couldn’t be away one more night. Maybe tonight was the night we were actually going to cook a real dinner – and who would want to miss that after nights of take-out?

And yet, like a precision clock, Bryan hardly missed a soccer game.

What was the difference?

I could have gotten angry at him – and maybe, in all honesty, I did sometimes. Couldn’t he see that I was sacrificing part of myself to be home? To be the perfect mother to our twins? To be the perfect wife to him?

But taking a step back, I asked myself: what was I expecting? This was our agreement: Tuesday nights were for me. Wednesday nights were for him.

Rather than be angry, I realized I needed to follow his lead. In truth – I needed that time for myself. To recharge. To refresh. To just be me.

So in this spirit of committing to this little blog of mine, I’m also committing to myself.

Case in point: it’s Tuesday night, and I just returned from my restorative yoga class.

The Twins’ First Halloween


Double double, toil and trouble! Wishing you a Happy Halloween!

It’s been a long time since I’ve been excited about Halloween.

I’ve not been the biggest fan of the holiday. I’ve always stressed out about my costume – From a young age, I felt nervous: Would people know who I was supposed to be? Would other kids be dressed the same? Would I look stupid? As Halloween became less about the candy and more about the sexier outfits, I felt the same awkward stresses returning. Primarily, would I look stupid?

But this year – the twins’ first Halloween – I was delighted to realize that it was no longer about me. Sure, at 5 1/2 months the girls are too young to walk door to door, enjoy candy, or even say, “trick or treat” – but I realized something important.

This was one of the few years in the girls’ lives where I could decide their costumes for them.

And, with the wisdom that comes with being a mom to adorable babies, I knew that no matter what I did, no matter how I dressed them – they would not look stupid.

After many searches to find the perfect costume, I stumbled across an adorable witch costume on this awesome post and was inspired to make my own for my babies.

It didn’t take me that long to make the actual tutus – thanks to an incredible plethora of resources on Pinterest.


I honestly couldn’t tell you my favorite part of this photo.


All dressed up for their first Halloween party!

So with the help of Pinterest tutorials, Michael’s 50% coupons, and discounted accessories, I was able to dress both girls for less than $50 – and I can reuse the shoes, leggings, and onesies. Score!

We got good use out of the costumes: Saturday found us at my sister-in-law’s house for a luncheon party with her and all her friends.


Maddy cuddling with Aunt Heather.


A favorite witch snack: honeydew!


Ava napping on Mom-mom.

We also went to Lyndsey’s mom’s house – basically to show off the girls and their costumes – and then headed to my brother’s for his Halloween party. We left as the party was getting started – you know, #parentlife – but it was so good to see everyone.

All the holiday parties and prep made me super excited about Thanksgiving and Christmas this year. Everyone always says that celebrating the holidays becomes magical again when you have little ones – and I’m sure that’s twice as true when you have twins!

Costume credit:

  • Tafetta and witch hats: Michael’s
  • Sparkle leggings: Kohl’s
  • Patent leather Bow Crib Shoes: Gymboree
  • Onesies: Target, dyed by my mom

Why I’ve Been MIA



Just to be upfront: I’ve been MIA. It’s been a while since my last post. The babies are almost 6 months old… and I never got farther than writing the blog title for their 5 month post.

To say life has been crazy is an understatement. I was working long hours for our big annual event. Which meant I was picking up the girls from my mom’s late each night. Which meant the babies were going to bed later and later. Which meant my personal time after work – to shower, have dinner, blog, read, watch tv, do laundry, or talk with Bryan – was becoming less and less.

Add in an out-of-town friend visiting, Bryan being out of town for a weekend, the babies’ first colds and the decision to buy a new house has meant that our lives are insane.

I’m happy to say that the work event was a huge success. We started a sort-of, kind-of sleep training program (more on that later). And – today, with the end of Daylight Savings Time, the babies went to bed at 7:15 pm. Both. Babies. That’s like 3 hours earlier than some other nights recently.

I’m using this as a chance to restart and renew my commitment to blogging. I want this blog to be a resource and a memoir. So, I’m excited to say that I’m going to participate in “NaBloPoMo” – otherwise known as “National Blog Post Month” where I post a blog a day.  I hope that it’s the start of a good blog-writing habit and that it gives my blog some structure.

Wish me luck!