Monday, October 17, 2011

On "3 Under 3"

As I mentioned in my previous post, we babysat my sister's munchkins: our 2.5 year old nephew Malakai and our 11 month old (identical twin neices) Ava and Lilly, collectively referred to as the "niblings." It was my sister's 4th anniversary, and I thought it would be nice if they could spend it child free (as she has either been pregnant or caring for a baby for every single previous anniversary!)  They decided to go to the local Renn Fest, and then spend the night near-ish, but not TOO close.

(Thanks go to my baby sister, E. for discovering that word. I think.  Because it kind of sounds like food.)

Not long after arriving, and before his parents had even left, M. discovered that we owned the movie "Up."  When I told him we would watch it after his parents left, he promptly informed his parents that it was time for them to leave.  Now.  Also, he told them that Minion's name was Caloatejkaeafdaewraioja.  Or thereabouts.  Because that is how he pronounces Minion.  (The girls just yell "at! dat! at at at!" followed by "bye byes!" from L. or possibly "Lllllpbfffft.")

After depositing the necessary accoutrements of child rearing in various places in my house, the parents headed out.  My sister was devastated to be leaving her sweet little babies.


We watched "Up," and then M. played out on the deck for awhile, giving his dear Uncle Hubs a near heart attack everytime he banged on the sliding glass door to entertain his sisters.  Meanwhile, the twins were attempting to teach each other how to climb stairs, how to open all the drawers in the kitchen, and why cats are THE MOST FUN TOY EVER, if only one could catch them.

Then it was lunch time.  Uncle Hubs made scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon, and Aunt D. (me) sliced up apples.  It turns out, A. can sneeze globs of partially masticated apples up to at least

Also, lunch isn't yummy if it isn't in your hair, your ears, your eyebrows, and coating your arms up to the elbows.  Meanwhile, L. is showing off her raspberry skills, while sister A. (shaking her head no to L.) does the same.  Malakai, who is QUITE amused by his sister's display, informs me that you can't eat apple skins because they go in the trash.

I get it, kid.  I didn't like them when I was little either.  And I'm cool Aunt D., so you don't have to eat them.

But please stop putting them in my eggs.

Then it was potty time, and diaper-changing time, and NAP TIME.

Oh!  I forgot to mention HOW AWESOME potty time is when you are two.  Especially when Uncle Hubs lets you wash your own hands, and then you discover that wet sleeves nothing compared to the sheer joy of running water and a bottle of hand soap.

Which is why you got to take a  nap with no shirt on.

A. and L. went to sleep with relatively little fuss.  Big brother took a little longer, but a half hour of "Tangled" put him to sleep. 

After M. woke up from his nap, he and I took a long walk around my neighborhood, which is filled with exciting things like LEAVES!  and PINECONES!  and someone's nasty junked up old TV, Aunt D.!  Can I have it?? 

We are also on the flight path to a major international airport, and M., who loves all things mechanical, was so excited by all the planes.  We also live a block or so away from the county hospital, and the helicopter landing pad is on the side closest to our house - which means we always see/hear the helicopter when it is landing and taking off.  M. was incredibly excited to see it the first time, and delirious with joy when he exclaimed, "Aunt D.!  Helicopter coming back!"

We came inside to get sisters up from their naps (and he loves running in to see his sisters, and talk to them and play with them.  So sweet!)  After diapers and potty (again), it was snack time and play time until dinner.  Guys.

Black beans.  And macaroni and cheese.  That is all I'm going to say about that.  (There were also chicken nuggets, but are you crazy?  Why would you let even one delicious morsel of chicken nuggest escape consumption???)  Then more diapers, and more potty (potty was, according to my husband "every 38.20 minutes.")  Then bath time.

Bath time mainly involved bubbles, screaming, and filling the floor with an inch of water because splashing is SO MUCH FUN.  I videotaped over a minute of nothing but splashing, non-stop.  Of course, L. wanted to drink the water, and kept leaning forward to bury her face in it, which nearly gave me heart failure every time.

All in all, it was pretty hilarious.

Then it was jammies, and bed time for the twins.  Malakai got to stay up and watch "Despicable Me" with Uncle Hubs - and here is where the least fun part of the story begins.

I'm not going to go into too much detail, but suffice to say that one poor little guy was terrified to be sleeping somewhere not at his house.  And wanted his house, and his car, and his mommy (and daddy) and he wanted them now and want fan and want door open and want cats go away and want door closed and open at the same time and want mommy!  And there were tears, and hyperventiliating, and Aunt D. ended up laying in bed with him until midnight, at which point she gratefully retreated to her bed to crash.

And returned to cuddle with an even more distraught M. at 5 am, who finally fell back to sleep close to six - and was awake by 730 am, bright eyed and bushy tailed and SO EXCITED that mommy was coming now because its light outside!

We had breakfast (munckin is NOT a fan of oatmeal, but will eat as much fruit as you have on hand to give him), and got dressed, and played for a few minutes before we got sisters up at 830.  I think the hardest part of taking care of the twins was in the morning, because M. was done with breakfast, but I had to feed the girls, and poor Uncle Hubs was dead to the world from his medication (please see earlier post about this).  And you can only change one twin at a time, which leaves the other free to climb the stairs/open drawers/chase cats because OH MY GOSH.  SO MUCH STINKY.  And you can't stop in the middle of SO MUCH STINKY to grab escape-twin. 

Meanwhile, M. is running around (naked) because he can't put his clothes on by himself (he says - I have not tested this) but he CAN take them off all by himself.  And then you leave the girls in clean diapers, because you KNOW what will happen when you feed them breakfast, and you realize that when you strap them into their chairs its the first time you've taken a breath in an hour and WHERE IS UNCLE HUBS??? 

So then M. runs around yelling "UNCLE HUBS!" in excitement, and you finish feeding the girls breakfast and are trying to get them dressed and somehow manage to put L.s dress on (and hope that you can tell A. and L. apart, because they were undressed at the same time, and you're pretty sure you can tell the difference, but WHAT IF YOU CAN'T??) backwards three times.  And then mommy calls.

And M. is suddenly struck by the fact that mommy isn't HERE yet, and why isn't she here, and he is going to go outside and look for her and thank goodness he can't open the doors yet, and A., stop climbing the stairs, and L., please don't open all the drawers and!

Then mommy walks in, and there are three of the happiest little kids in the entire world.  To be fair, L. looked a little confused when I set her down, because she couldn't figure out why brother and sister where rushing towards the door.  Then she heard DADDY and took off. 

Then Uncle Hubs wakes up and comes downstairs, and you want to tell your sister you had a lot of fun, and the kids were great, but you are so tired that you are pretty sure all you said was "jdkwdeaihwer8iajedmczfvflafjeiowafa... can't.. get.. up." 

It was absolutely a blast.  And I totally admire my sister for doing this everyday.

And yet, when we shut the door behind them, and I looked at the hubs and asked "Are you sure you want to have kids?," I wasn't entirely shocked that there was a brief pause before he said "Yes.  Someday."  :)

1 comment:

  1. Oops, I inadvertantly left off credit for finding the word "nibling," which was dicsovered by my baby sister, E. I typed it in my original draft, but appear to have deleted it by accident.