Days are long. Years are short. Days are long. Years are short. Kai, getting it at the playground!Pre bedtime snuggle with my girl band!
Our days are bat shit crazy busy with kids stuff so I keep our afternoons/evenings very low key with a hard emphasis on the bedtime routine. Yes, Blaize and Pepper are 5 years old but they need their sleep. And so do I!
They are not the kind of kids that can stay up til 10pm and be “cool” the next day. I still plan my life around playing and chasing the fun with my kids during the day while honoring our “family sleep schedule.”
More music, more singing, more adventures and sleep, lots of beautiful sleep.
Happy sleeping my friends!
“Days are long, years are short.” I’ve heard this saying a lot lately and I get it. The days are long as a mom to 3 little kiddos. Our days start early and we go hard all day! The Fridays when I wear my mom hat all day and fly that night are the really long days. I’m not complaining but it takes some serious STAMINA. Not to mention the 3 hour time change (backwards) to the mix. My watch confirms why I’m so sleepy on these special mom Fridays-standing for 19 hours and walking 25,000 steps. Wow! Fresh as a daisy before boarding. Still have 9-10 hours left of socializing in me. 🙂Post flight debrief-lipstick, hat but no eye contact. I’ve got nothing left. Haha!
Longboard surfing with my mom!
It’s amazing how much fun you can have in 24hours when you focus on “the fun.” I think short term travel vs. long term travel are two different animals. I’ve done both and like both. However, as a mom I don’t want to be away from my bebes for too long. So, I squeeze in the fun whenever I can. So much fun to be had on a layover!
Post Red Eye Flight
I rallied to celebrate the luck of the Irish. Sheppards pie-check, guinness-check, my favorite Irish bar-check and a second location to a fancy place in the VIP section with my high tops and white v-neck-OY! check, check. Ended the night with a burger and fries right before bed. It was a good, long day. Thanks for the cozy hoodie Squires!
Being a mom to Blaize and Pepper (identical twins) is so special AND keeps me on my toes every. single. day.
When you are 25 or 45 years old and tell me, ohhhh I always wanted twinssss. I don’t know what to say to you and ususally say nothing. I would like to send you to this blog post so you can get a taste of the real situation with identical twins.
No, they are very different in personality.
Yes, they are extremely competitive with one another.
No, they STILL don’t like to share me or my attention with each other.
Yes, I can tell them apart every time. From their normal voices to their whiney voices.
No, I didn’t know raising identical twins and a 7 year old would be so awesome! 🙂
Yes, I wanted to be a mom my whole life with 4 kids in tow. But I always thought one baby at a time would be how it would happen.
No, I’m not supermom. I’m just a mom who loves my three little people as much as you love your singleton.
Yes, my momo pregnancy rocked me with weekly Dr. appts to listen for heartbeats starting at 12 weeks pregnant. Complete with an emergency trip to San Francisco for fetal heart surgery and a long ass, scary hospital stay followed by 32 days in the Nicu.
No, I don’t have stretch marks even though I gained 52 pounds.
Yes, I’m lucky. 🙂
No, I didn’t like tandem breastfeeding and neither did they.
Yes, breastfeeding 3 and 4 pound premature twins with nipple shields at the hospital in the Nicu is the opposite of fun.
No, I didn’t sleep long enough to enter REM-too busy pumping 12 times a day for way too long.
Yes, I was “sleep deprived
No, I didn’t want to give them formula.
Yes, I gave them breastmilk AND formula.
No, I didn’t like giving formula but was breastfeeding around the clock because tandem breastfeeding wasn’t cool for any of us.
Yes, my sweetest girlfriend snapped me out of the “exclusively breastfeeding obsession” (that many women sign up for) by saying “Bran, you’re not getting a medal for exclusively breastfeeding twins.” Let. it. go. I supplemented with formula proudly after that talk with her in her L.A. closet. Haha!
Yes, I would do it again in a second. Yes, having all three of my kids are the best thing I’ve ever done. Yes my mandatory c-sections weren’t that bad after all, even though I wanted a natural birth with no drugs. C-sections are pretty okay of you ask me. Shrug. Giggle Do you see the ear grab?! There was an eye gouge photo after this one. Sharing mom is soooo hard. Especially for identical twins. #justsayin