Trouble Squared

Oh, Charlotte. Now that she is crawling, she is in to everything. Here are some of her more memorable moments over the past week:

She ripped the glass doors off of the front of our TV cabinet.

She opened the tub of Vaseline and managed to smear it all over herself.

She ate a business card. (Or part of it, until I caught her).

She pulled all of the wipes out of the container.

She got her head stuck in the leg of Gavin's pajamas. (I had just taken them off of him...)

As I was pushing the double stroller through our local crafts store, she managed to grab the top of a small silk flower. I didn't notice until I was putting her in her car seat and saw something in her mouth. I'm lucky she didn't swallow it!

Life with her is never dull!

Pssstt...

It's 9:51 am. The babies went down for a nap at 9:10 am. That means they've been sleeping for (pause while I count on my fingers...) 41 minutes. That's 11 minutes longer than their longest nap in the past few weeks. Whoopie! Maybe this sleep training is starting to pay off!

By the way, I realize all my posts lately have been about sleep. But honestly, that's all I've been thinking about lately. Yesterday I was so tired, I:

(1) poured hot chocolate mix into my bowl of cereal
(2) attempted to stick a pacifier into Michael's mouth instead of Charlotte's
(3) ate half of an enchilada, the whole while thinking, "Wow, this tastes weird," before I realized there was BEEF in it! I've been a vegetarian for five years, and still it took me several bites to figure out what was different about that enchilada. The upside is that I realize I don't miss beef. At all.

Bath Time

Gavin has discovered his "best friend" in the tub. I'll leave it at that.

Science Project

Gavin's got some upper-respiratory bug. He's been pretty sick: coughing, runny nose, wheezing, the works. He's been up during the night since he's having a tough time breathing through that stuffy nose, so in turn, I've been up a lot during the night. He's on an antibiotic and nebulizer treatments three times a day.

Our pediatrician warned me to keep him away from Charlotte, which I find amusing.

In a feeble attempt to keep the germs at bay, I've been sterilizing all of the bottles and pacifiers. When the babies first came home from the NICU, I was a sterilizing queen, but that habit has gotten lost in the shuffle of our day-to-day routine. They're lucky that the bottles even get washed by this point.

So yesterday morning, after yet another night of little sleep, I was sterilizing happily, when I noticed that the bottle brush was a little dingy, too. I decided to throw that into the sterilizer as well. After all, cleaning bottles with a dirty, germy bottle brush kind of defeats the purpose, right? It sounded good in theory, and then:



Hmmm...apparently metal gets really hot in the microwave.