Wow! Talk about a disaster of a visit on Saturday. The boys are still sick. Madame X says they are going through the transition of not needing a nap anymore. I have yet to speak to someone whose twenty-two month old does not take naps. The boys just don't want to take a nap at ten thirty in the morning. They want to nap around one or two. I'm told not to allow them naps by Madame X. I think she wants them to go to bed early so she can go play without the boys. But I digress...back to Saturdays disaster. I picked up the boys in the usual fashion, except this time, when we walked out the gate Beck started crying for his Mommy. This hasn't happened in awhile. He cried until I bought him some fries from McDonald's. I gave them each a fry and started to drive home when Beck shouted, "Daaaaaaady!" I said what buddy. He then said 'nother one. I wasn't giving them to him fast enough I guess. Killian had only consumed about half of his fry. I would give Beck half the fry container to just sit and eat, but Beck has this bad tendency of throwing whatever he has and saying done when he is finished. This includes drinks! I didn't want to be hit in the back of the head while driving with a box full of fries. It is funny to watch Beck eat fries. He will take the fry and say, "hot!" And then blow on the fry. This is the same for a fry that has recently been purchased to a fry that has been sitting on the floor for an hour.
When we got home I took the boys downstairs to play. Beck was so sick over Christmas that he hadn't really noticed any of the new toys I had bought them. When Beck walked around the corner he saw the new blocks I bought them stacked up. His face lit up and he said, "oooohhhhh, new biggie blocks!" He then ran over to them and knocked them all down. I thought Beck would then stack them back up and knock them down again. But he decided to stack them end to end; effectively making a yellow, red, and blue brick road. The boys then walked up and down the road, and then crawled up and down the road like they were dare devils walking a tight rope. The twins also were playing on the ride on Thomas the trains I gave hem. These trains shoot ten balls out the smoke stack when you push a button. Both boys like to stick their face over the smoke stack and watch the ball hit them in the forehead. I'm hoping when they get older, this doesn't translate into sticking their face into moving machinery or fireworks. And that is about where the fun ended. Don't get me wrong. I want to spent as much time with the boys even when they are sick, but it is so much more fun when they are happy.
Both boys were very clingy to me, which can be a challenge when they only want to be the one in your arms. They can get really unhappy if I am holding them both at the same time. Or Killian wanted me to take him "uh-stes" (upstairs) and Beck at the same time wants me to watch "tactowes" (he is saying tractors, but is referring to Cars). Beck was so tired I layed him on the bed and had him watch the videos of him and Killian on my phone. He was almost asleep when Killian came in to throw a tantrum that I wasn't playing with him. Neither boy wanted anything to do with grandma for some reason. That made it really tough. Trying to teach Killian to share is also making things difficult. Killian is used to taking whatever he wants from Beck and Beck usually just gives it to him and goes and finds something else. I am not going to let that happen. It is not a lot of fun when you make Killian share and then he just flings himself on the ground throwing a tantrum. It makes me want to go to the University of Utah and try and get a refund for him when he does that.
By two thirty both boys were crying and not wanting me to hold the other. Beck was crying for Mommy. So I loaded them into the truck and drove up the canyon. Killian fell asleep in about three seconds. Beck on the other hand, took forty five minutes to fall asleep. I was determined to get him to sleep even if it meant burning through sixty dollars in gas. Poor Killian is still so stuffed up that I could hear him breathing so loudly that I became concerned when I stopped hearing the loud snoring. I looked back to make sure he wasn't turning blue. This sadly, was the best time of parent time for me on Saturday. Driving the canyon and listening to two sick boys snoring in the back seat. I really thought a nap for them would solve all my problems. Boy was I wrong.
I guess if I had let Beck sleep for five hours maybe it would have solved the problem. Killian was a lot happier when he awoke. Beck on the other hand, made me want to get the refund for him instead of Killian. He cried and cried for Mommy within about twenty minutes of waking up. So I loaded them into the truck to take them home. That was a very long five hours. I loved seeing my boys, but I felt as old as my father. That is old enough to have one foot in the grave, and the other on a banana peel. I hope Monday goes much better. Not a lot of photo's of Saturday's visit due to me always having a child in arm.
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| Their daring tight rope act |
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| Killian fell off due to being focused on his suck-O |
