After much worry, list making, preparation, packing, and again, worry, we have survived our first road trip with the twins. B. and I took them to Florida to visit my parents. The ten hour drive was a snap each way, mostly due to the fact that we left in the middle of the night each time, so much of the drive was accomplished before the babies even awoke. All the gear we brought fit just fine into our rental minivan. The babies slept amazingly well in the pack-n-plays, and miracle of miracles, I slept too, in the same room as them, and in bed with B. (who snores), no less.
We had a couple of milestone moments while in Florida. Little Girl is
finally cutting her first tooth. You can really feel it underneath her gum line, and while you can’t see it yet, it’s only a matter of time before it’s through. Little Boy spoke his first word, or the first recognizable word, anyway. What was it, you ask?
“Elmo.” Clear as a bell, unmistakably.
B. and I were feeding the babies breakfast and had Sesame Street on in the background. When the theme music for Elmo’s World started up Little Boy blurted out his first word right on cue. B. and I screamed and scared the bejeezus out of Little Boy with our excitement. He’s not repeated the feat since, despite repeated exposure to Sesame Street and frequent off-key renditions of Elmo’s theme song by B. and I.
So yeah, they watch television. Mostly only Sesame Street, but obviously enough to make an impression. I feel somewhat guilty about it, but it’s the same sort of useless guilt I felt because I never was able to breastfeed Little Boy. This from a woman who is still pumping and able to give her twins all the breastmilk they need, albeit through a bottle. Whatever, right?
Speaking of pumping, I’m down to three pumps a day. Oddly, the less I’m pumping the more I’m hating it. You’d think having the end in sight would make the remainder more tolerable, but nope, I’m
so ready to be done. My goal is to be more or less weaned in time for my twenty-year
(gulp!) high school reunion in late July. I’ll be traveling back to Ohio by myself for the reunion and it’s only a week before the twins’ birthday, so that’s as good a time as any to say, “done!” with the pumping.
More on the reunion later, if I can scrape together a post about it.
Things with B.? Still not so great. He royally pissed me off in Florida. He ignored my request that he return from fishing in time for the babies’ afternoon nap so I could go shopping with my mother. He rolled in two hours late with no real excuse. There’s nothing like having your husband embarrass & humiliate you in front of your parents, let me tell you.
I was so mad I had to let it go, if that makes any sense. It ruined that day for sure, but we drove home the next day and I didn’t want to spend ten hours in a car not talking. The anger is still there, though, just buried.
Just another disappointment with him. Tiring, no?
