Mexi is HOT!

The C.Stavig's are having a little Mexi vacation with Grandma Jean and Grandpa Frede. We are holed up at Sunset Beach in Cabo. The resort is quite lovely, we have a wonderful view of the Pacific Ocean and most of all there is absolutely no gray sky. We have 4 days left here and I would love to write about our trip once I get home, but I don't see that I'm going to have 2 hours to myself without laundry, cleaning, dogs, cats and the ladies. In fact right this minute I can't get up off the couch as this very kind lady has just mopped every inch of our room. Here is a glimpse into our Cabo trip...

Airplane: 2 very antsy hours to San Diego, an hour layover, and then 2 hours to Cabo. We tried to keep the ladies busy with stickerbooks, coloring, aquadoodle, doodlepro, lip, gummi bears, trips to see Grandma and about 90 min into the flight I couldn't take one more minute and said let's watch a movie. "Yeah," they screamed LOUD all the while kicking the poor persons seat ahead of us who was in first class. DVD players come out, head phones on, movies chosen and the batteries are dead. Time to ring the call button... "double vodka tonic please, hold the tonic."

Resort/Room: We have a really great set up. We are on the bottom floor, in an end unit, about 50 ft from the pool. The resort consists of about 30 buildings nestled into a cliff. It is quite a relief not to worry about anyone falling off a balcony. We are also right next to the main building which has restaurants, a deli, gift shop, etc. This is nice as all other transportation on the property is done via golf carts.

We have a 2 bedroom suite which we are sharing with my mom and Frede. There are 2 bedrooms and then a living area and huge padio. In our room there are two closets that the pack n plays fit in perfectly. At naptime and bedtime the Ladies get tucked away quite nicely into the closets. Every morning around 7 I hear, "Mommy, Daddy you sleeping?" Next there is a great big shove and the doors of the closets come flying open and there they are. Of course their dad isn't here for that since he has taken to going to the gym at 6 every morning.

Activities: Our main activity is swimming, we are there for about 2 hours in the morning and 2 hours in the afternoon. We have been eating at least one meal a day at the pool, and most important have been enjoying happy hour. The Ladies have really taken to a miami vice or a mango margarita. (no alcohol obviously) This morning we took a break from the pool and went to the beach. The Ladies are so comfortable in the water that it has become a little hard keeping them safe. A lot of running on the wet slippery ground and jumping and diving without enough focus. The other activity we spend a lot of time doing is walking around looking at the birds on the property. There are parrots, cockatoos, swans, peacocks and flamingos.

And now I'm going to end abruptly as it is time for my nap. Sorry there are no pictures I did not bring the usb cord. Adios.

Check list

I wanted so badly to write about our Disneyland trip today.  But, seems I got waylaid somewhere before I got it done.  I will muster energy for later and simply leave my checklist of the day. 

Wake up to mountain of washed/folded laundry on floor of bedroom.  Seems #1 was looking for "something specific, mom"..... check 

Take drink of triple latte as opposed to ordered single latte and try not to gag..... check 

Sit through swim class and notice man next to me laughs like a girl, annoying!....... check 

Wrestle child out of pool and then proceed to clean off poopsie child made during swimming class.  Try to be nonchalant during cleanup..... check 

Clean up 1/2 box of chicken broth spilled all over the pantry..... check  

Remind kids of the quart of canola oil spilled in pantry  3 weeks ago......check 

Yell at kids and remind them if they EVER go near my pantry again, I might explode.... check 

Throw away pair of brown shoes soaked in chicken broth..... check 

Make sure the home phone is STILL not working for 100th time today.  We are now at 2 weeks and counting..... check 

Clean up spilled angel hair pasta with butter and cheese off of wood floors.... check 

Remind son that he is the most spoiled child I have ever met - ever........ check 

Complain to husband about day and have him tell me to quit being a whiner...... check 

Devise ways to blow husband up....... check 

Listen to children complain of hunger and tell them to get something..... check

Damn- kids are in pantry again at my request!  Note my my  short short memory..... check  

Look at darling #3 reading Pinkalicious and instantly melt..... check 

Listen to #2 with the deep baby blues, try  to remember lyrics to Seasons of Love........ check 

Start to get antsy for #1 to get home. Always seems a member of the band is missing when she is at school...... check 

Lessons

It has been quite a week at the C.Stavig's. On Monday we had every square inch of carpet cleaned and disinfected. It was exciting as the cleaners arrived during nap time and had to measure each room, including where the children were no longer sleeping. I hadn't anticipated that they would be leaving the front door open, so the cats had to be captured and locked away in the laundry room. This involved trying to get Winnie out from under the bed which put me into a full sweat and then she escaped into the craftroom which was piled high with furniture. Cats captured, I then went about rounding up the ladies and the dogs as the man had just announced we would need to leave the house for 30 minutes because of the fumes. Have I mentioned yet that my dad and grandma were also here? Three hours later the carpets were cleaned, dinner was ready, and I was out the door to shop with Kat.

I wish I could say that I learned my lesson a couple of weeks ago, but apparently I had not. Tuesday afternoon I tried to get a few things done in Penelope's room while the Ladies played in Daphne's room. They were both so reasonable when they got up from their nap and were having a great time playing with each other in their t-shirts and diapers, so I thought to myself better get those baskets of laundry put away while they are happily engaged. I could hear them laughing next door and running around, and I kept thinking how lucky they were to have each other to play with. After about 10 min I poked my nose in the room to see what was going on and to my horror Daphne had her diaper off and they were playing in the poop again. It was all over the beautifully cleaned carpet, blankets, clothes and all over them. I don't think I even had a reaction, I just turned on my heal grabbed some fresh clothes and headed to the bathroom to get the tub going. When I went back to grab them Penellie had also removed her diaper and was saying "mommy, poopie, poopie" as she swung that thing and the poop went flying round the room. Luckily I had agreed to go to yoga that evening with Nadia, and amazingly I was able to get all that frustration out.

Wednesday we had a bye bye paci party with the Roth's and G.Pru. The Ladies dumped all the pacis into the garbage can and we celebrated with cupcakes and new pink blankies. They actually went to bed pretty easily. Penellie didn't cry at all and Daphne was sad for about 30 minutes and then proceeded to sing and talk to Iya (Barney) for about an hour. Today naptime and bedtime were a little rougher as Penellie asked for her paci but over all it seems to be going smoother than I could have hoped... Of course there is always tomorrow.

TWO

Obviously we are a little behind on our posts. Time seems to be slip sliding away. This week the Ladies turned two. They seem to really enjoy their birthday this year. They love to hear the Happy Birthday song, I have heard Daphne humming it a lot lately, and they especially love the cupcakes. Thank you to Aunt Katrina for busting out the Bakerella cupcake pops!

They also really like opening presents. In fact, the day of the birthday party with my family Penellie managed to open up a few while I was upstairs getting her sister. I must say that the new toys have kept the Ladies quite busy this week. And boy are we loving the bag of 100 balls from Auntie Amy. Loving them so much that they are having a short rest in the coat closet.

I can see that being two is really going to be a lot of fun.

Poop Train

I have lots of things I could be writing about. However, I think I will just keep the poop train going because it just seems right. 

Being in the trenches can get real bad sometimes.  Every time I talk myself down and pat myself on the back for being an excellent mom, it all blows up on me (pun intended).  Third child, third try at potty training.  The last two times went less than stellar for me.  Pru handled #1 by just tossing her on the toilet and enticing her with underwear strewn with lace, frills and princesses.  Dan handled #2, taught him how to sword fight and called it good.  We didn't have weird accidents or months of little plastic potties.  It was show time from the start, big ol' toilet and little teeny person, but it worked. 

Now, its my turn with the wee one and OMG, I am striking out.  So we start off all nicey nice with little coy conversations about privacy, pretty Cinderella underwear and the promise of one pink jelly bean with every success in the potty.  The jaded eye of an almost 3 year old looks at me and I know she is thinking "Are you crazy? Who wants to leave the comfort of a warm wet diaper?  I don't ever have to wipe or take the time to sit down and go the bathroom"  But, we keep the charade up.  She smiles, I smile,  we use our princess voice and not one time does any pee ever make it into the toilet. 

I wake up with new resolve.  My kids never used paci's, they like their high chair, they go to bed early and they are going to be potty trained before 3!! We go commando. Ditch the diaper and its all cotton all the way, all day. Things go ok because Harp can hold it and feels free to do so until nap time when I put a diaper on her.  Then we make it the rest of the day until bedtime diaper.  Hmmm the little minx has my number, doesn't she?  We keep up the nicey nice, all pleasant and happy about not wearing diapers during the day anymore.  But, the kid needs to actually to use the toilet at some point, doesn't she?  

Day two, here we go.  We panty up and head out.  I hedge my bets, and give her a big sippy of juice, sure she will stay dry until we get to Julia's. She does!  We babysit the twins, partake in food and drink.  Hit the potty a few times. No accidents!  I am feeling good.  I knew she would get it!  We have a nice cup of water because she's been so stuffy and not feeling well, and I worry she will do something crazy like get dehydrated.  I actually make a Dr. appt on the off chance she has an ear infection.  We get McDonald's, take a safety pee and get ready to go.  I am feeling fine now!  We demure at the Dr.'s office.  Harp announces that she only wears big girl undies now.  NOT DIAPERS.  Unfortunately, for Harp, she has a double ear- ouch!  Its off to get Amox at the pharmacy.  I think I could be pushing my luck, but jeez, she needs this medicine!  We love our pharmacist.  She knows the whole family and takes some time to talk to me about Cody and my dad, yada yada yada. She says good bye to Harper and I.  She looks at me funny and asks how Harper is feeling.  Fine except the ear, I think.  So, I glance at the little and she has a pinched up prune face and she's stuck in place.  As we try to walk off, here comes a little moan, and then a bigger one.  Harper is now walking with her feet no less than 3 feet apart yelling "I pooped my pants!"  I have no idea where the bathroom is and head the wrong way, of course.  20 yards later, we head the other way. I am trying to talk nice, and keep her moving.  No way in hell am I picking that kid up with poop in her pants!  We have to demoralize ourselves in the public bathroom at the Albertson's. I want to really punch every person in there- the bathroom is not equipped for anything!  Are they ever?  NO!! 

Gag, wipe, cajole, flush, hand wash, redress, rewash hands, and get the heck out of there.  Its only 12:30pm- thank goodness the yuck is out of the way for the day.  Or, until 35 minutes before its time to get Daisy at parent pick up and we have another "accident" in the car.  It takes an act of God, to get that car seat out and cleaned and put back in by the time we need to leave.  I will spare you the details. Suffice it to say, it was gross. 

No more miss nice.  I don't care that the undies are cute with lace and princesses and castles. I realize that taking antibiotics isn't going to help this situation.  I slap the diaper back on her.  I tell her that mommy needs strength to deal with the other hooligans and can't be living like this.  I throw in plenty of melodrama for good measure.  I let her bask in the light of a diaper and Spongebob Squarepants pajamas for the rest of the day.  She's only young once, and who am I to care if warm wet diapers are a comfort.  I will build up my resolve.  It will happen one way or another.  Maybe.....  

Poopsie

Every morning the ladies play in their pen in our bedroom for about 2 hours. They watch tv, read books, run around, and get ready for the day in the pen. Every morning I encourage them to undress themselves, (after I unbutton and unzip their blanket sleepers) and put their clothes on. Some days are more successful than others.

Monday was very successful for them. It was getting close to the time we leave for swimming lessons and as Christian is passing by the pen I hear him tell the Ladies to get their clothes off. I at this point am half way down the stairs and continue on my way, knowing that Penelope has a full load of poop, but also noting that they will not be able to get their pajamas off. I get the sippy cups into the dishwasher, load up the diaper bag etc and head up the stairs after about 5 minutes. When I arrive in our bedroom both babies are naked, giggling and running around like crazy. Whoa I think, what is going on??? And, what is that smell?? I take a closer look, oh they are lathering each other up with poop. They dip into the diaper and then smear it everywhere. Now I am screaming, gagging and hoisting Penelope out of there and into the shower. Daphne is the next to go. I immediately turn this situation over to Christian. (I'm just positive he likes poop more than I do.) When I return to the pen I'm horrified to find that there is poop all over the carpet, blankets and clean swimming suits. No time to think about that mess, we must get to swimming. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Just in case any of you are wanting twins here is a little info on your chances of having twins unassisted.

• Age: The older you are, the higher your chances of having fraternal twins or higher-order multiples. A 2006 study found that women over 35 produce more follicle stimulating hormone (FSH) than younger women. Ironically, increasing levels of this hormone are a sign of failing ovaries and declining fertility. But FSH is also the hormone that causes an egg to ripen in preparation for ovulation each month, and women with extra FSH may release more than one egg in a single cycle. So while older women are statistically less likely to get pregnant, if they do get pregnant, they're more likely to have twins.

• Number of pregnancies: The more pregnancies you've had, the greater your chances of having twins.

• History of twins: Once you have a set of fraternal twins, you're twice as likely to have another set in future pregnancies.

• Heredity: If you're a twin or if twins run in your family, you're slightly more likely to have a set yourself. Women who are fraternal twins have a one in 60 chance of bearing twins.

There is a 1 in 250 chance of having identical twins -- identical twins do not run in families, it is totally random

There is a 1 in 32 chance of having fraternal twins-- this type can be passed by genetics from the mother’s side only

Katrina just asked me if we would look back at this time with rose colored glasses, and I think the answer is yes.

My day started at 5:15, taking the dog out, then Christian out the door at 5:45, and the Ladies up at 7. At 7:30 I noticed it was snowing as I was out in the garage trying to get Clementine inside. She sometimes gets really lost out there. I was calling her and calling her, shaking the treat can. I practically had my head out the dog door. In she came at her very slow pace, and as we are making our way up the stairs into the house I hear this screeching. What could that be??? Oh, there is Penellie, pink helmet on, baby bunny in hand, flying around the kitchen and yelping with joy. The Ladies are loose. Dear God!

Up the stairs we go and there is Daph applying some lotion in the middle of our bedroom. I scoop them both up and put them back in the pen. Naughty Ladies, if you are going to watch Barney you have to stay in the pen! Seriously we are in deep trouble over here, pens and gates are how we get through our day safely.

Today is the day I'm watching Harp and Finn while Katrina gets her haircut. Of course it is snowing, snowing, snowing and that quickly is cancelled and we are left with the thought of being stuck in the house all day. Somehow Katrina and Harper decide to head over and arrive without a glitch. Yeah! We are not alone. The little girls celebrate and run around with brooms, mops, grocery carts and the cozy coupes.

It is now 10:30, time to go pick up Finn. We decided to all go together as I have snow tires and it makes sense if something happens, like we slip off the road, we should all go together. It was a little slick getting to the school but not so bad. The kinders were having to walk down the hill to get on the bus. The logistics of a snowday and moving kindergartners is stressful and I am silently celebrating that I am not a teacher today. While we are at the school we figure might as well get Daisy too, who knows what the day will bring.

At 10:50 we have one more seatbelt available in the car and we are headed to McDonalds. We can't go home we might get stuck there. McDonalds is not really a first choice for us, but it has the playhut and we need to get our energies out. After a lot of strategic maneuvering all 3 little girls are in high chairs and enjoying a little lunch. Finn is making run after run to get ketchup and I'm pretty sure Daisy is wondering what she is doing there. Penelope and Daphne have not been loose in the playhut before and they are just wild eyed by the time they get out of their highchairs. Good thing the cousins are there to show them the ropes.

Now it is 11:45 and we are done. The music, which I hadn't noticed until Katrina pointed it out, is getting louder and more annoying by the minute and the children are getting so hyped they might explode. Time to load everyone into the car. Oh wait, no one wants to load up. Daisy holds Daphne down until I can grab her and then I have both babies and out we go. It is a total screamfest in the car, it take 2 adults to get the littlest two in their carseats and everyone is making noise. Harper is yelling, Daphne is crying and howling, Penellie is whimpering, Finn is imitating all 3 of them and Daisy is saying "when are they going to stop?" Quick someone get the dvd on!

This day has all of sudden become so long and it's only 12:30. My Ladies are tucked into bed and I'm headed there myself. Lucky for me I have two bassets who really like to nap and 2 cats who are probably already in my spot.

As I read over this entry I'm noting to myself that most of my thoughts come in bullets as opposed to paragraphs and that this is just the beginning of a long week without the husbands.