This Past week was the tri-fecta of celebration in our would. It snuck up on me and for yet another year I felt ill prepared for most of it. First, there was Wednesday, not only the first night of Chanukah, but it was also my Birthday, so their were two sets of candles to light. I’m not a big birthday person I just enjoy being with family and the guarantee of cake that I will enjoy. With Thursday brought the second night of Chanukah and of course, Thanksgiving. While there are no candles for Thanksgiving the combination of the two holidays, dubbed Thanksgivakkah, which I don’t really like as a name because I cant spell or pronounce it very well, made for a very festive day all around. And Friday, the third night of Chanukah also meant we celebrated Shabbat, which in our family is like a mini Thanksgiving each week.
Talia and Jordan have been learning about Chanukah at school, from myself and their nanny for the past couple of weeks. They were pretty familiar with all the important aspects of the holiday by the time wednesday came around. And it really only took one night for them to learn that after candles comes gifts. Their excitement for opening presents almost makes you feel that extravagant gifts would be worth it, almost. Talia and Jordan get mostly small things , stickers, books, etc. My parents give them some toys and my husband parents bought them tri-cycles, but these two have pretty much everything, so we try to keep it low key.
Our Thanksgiving traditions have changed over the years. When I was very young we would travel to Atlanta from North Carolina every year to spend the holiday with my Mom brothers family. In our college years making this trip as a family became impossible with school and studying schedules so we would spend the holiday with my Dads family locally in North Carolina. For the past half decade we have been spending the holiday at a lake house outside of Atlanta. It’s easier for all of us with the little ones to be in one place where they can all play together and be a little free outside. We are usually joined by some extended family and friends for the main event. My favorite part of Thanksgiving is our dinner service schedule, we do appetizers at 1pm, supper at 4pm and desert at 6pm. The amount of food we are capable of consuming by spreading out the courses over the whole day is quite remarkable. Kudos to my sister for starting this tradition.
And now my favorite holiday (Thanksgiving, just to clarify) has come and gone. These days I always think about what next year at this time will be like in comparison. For one, I will have a 9 month old, my other sister will be here with her family (they take turns with us and the in-laws) and who knows what else the next year will bring, I am thankful for the good that I know is coming and for the surprises that await.
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New moms and pregnant women are always asking me questions about my pregnancy and how I mange the day to day and specific issues of caring for babies and toddlers. Maybe having two makes me appear to be an automatic expert, maybe they like how they see my kids behaving, or maybe the candy coating I put on top of my answer to the question ‘what’s it like having two?’ makes others want to follow suit.
Being pregnant again with two little ones in tow has sparked many a conversation lately about finding a rhythm. I am a big believer in routine and rhythm. For us it has and continues to be the only way that my husband and I get the relaxation and sleep we need to be good parents. Every time we divert from the routine we pay for it in the form of an afternoon with no naps or an interrupted nights sleep.
Even with the bad that comes from a broken schedual, we still do it every now and then because life dosent always cooperate with schedules.
My wise older sister gave me a great way to think about schedule and routines, be flexible, like a rubber band. Have a routine, use it and stick to it, but be confident that if you stretch from the regular routine you can bounce right back into it or it may change slightly as your child grows.
There is so much info out there on what is the right or best way to care for your babies. Through my first experience with newborns I found the weekly emails sent to me by babycenter.com, whattoexpect.com and enfamil.com were very helpful. By registering on these sites I received emails with information relevant to the development of my girls on a weekly basis. As I sit in the doctors waiting room writing this I heard on the health tv of a text alert service with 3x weekly texts related to your babies developmental stage. I haven’t tried this service but it sounds super easy and plan to when baby #3 arrives. You can sign up easily by texting baby to 511411.
I also leaned heavily on my twin moms Facebook group for support and a large variety of ideas for coping and caring. One of the many things that nothing can prepare your for is the solitude of having a newborn. It is very challenging to get out and about with a newborn, often for a few months. As wonderful as it is the have the baby in your arms that you have waited so long for, it is a lot of work, around the clock, with not many extended stretches of sleep, little time to make hearty food and combine that with all the hormones the complete change in life from being about you to being completely about your baby can take a toll. It can feel lonley, frustrating, endless. Visitors helps but an hour or two fly by in a blink. When it seem like an impossible task remind yourself that this too shall pass, it will get easier. There will be new challenges but there will also be rewards, the first time your hear ‘mama’, when they learn to hug you back, when they finish the sentences in their favorite book.
There is no right way to parent, babies and children are flexible, you have to do what works for you. Listen to the advise and suggestions of those who have been down the road before you, try what you want, don’t be afraid to try something else, and remember that as babies grow their needs change, be open to the change. And google is always there to help!
We added another mark to the vintage ruler growth chart I made last year to keep track of the girls height. This was the third mars the first was at one year old and the second at 18 months. I can’t believe how much they grew in the past six months. I knew their little legs were looking longer but a whole inch longer! The girls are both 3 feet 1/16th inch tall.
We go for their two year check up at the end of the month where we will get their official weight. When I weighed them last week they both weighed 24.6 pounds. It’s probably somewhere in the middle of what kids their age weigh.
Another year, another inch, time is racing and I am loving every minute of it. It will be fun to see when baby girl number three lands on the growth chart at the same ages.
I loved Talia and Jordan’s Birthday party. We got so lucky and had a perfect weather day. It was a much more laid back calm event compared to their first birthday and although I was still a bit of a stressed busy bee, it was nothing compared to their first.
We shared the day with a handful of toddler friends, their parents and some close relatives. We had all kinds of activities for the kids and plenty of food for the grown ups. Since we had one year olds, two year olds and four year olds there was a little something for everyone. Initial canvas painting, bounce house, a sandbox a bubble machine, a swing set, arts and crafts station, a chalk board and a play dough station. There really wasn’t enough time for everyone to do everything but there was plenty for everyone to do. The sand box was new to Talia and Jordan, we installed it just the day before, excited about their birthday gift, spent most of the day playing there together. We had a late afternoon birthday and served a light dinner, it was the perfect time for the event being the middle of October. Not too hot, the backyard was shady and the bees had all gone to rest for the day. I decided Talia and Jordan’s birthday will always be in the evening if held at our home.
I know it’s not really possible but it seemed that over night the girls went from being babies to being little girls. I could go on and on about the bitter sweetness of this second birthday, but if you are a mom there’s no need for me to rehash the battle of emotions of watching your children grow and more than likely I’ll just make myself sad thinking about how fast the years are passing and how quickly things are changing. Getting easier, and getting harder depending on the moment. I promise I will try my best to share as many of those moments as I can this year.
Happy Birthday Talia and Jordan I am so proud to be your mama. You are cute and smart and beautiful and funny and your Aba and I love you.
Talia and Jordan have been talking up a storm. They speak in four or five word broken English sentences and fill in about half their words with Hebrew. They are also remembering more of the words to their favorite songs and singing them on their own.
While looking at a picture of an eight armed sea creature , she identifies, “appa-sauce” (octopus).
While playing with play dough she rolled out a small piece and declared it a snake, then handed it to me saying “make you”.
For the first time since our wedding in 2010 my husbands entire family was together, with us, here in Atlanta. Over the last two years everyone had come to visit, and see the girls growing, but never all at the same time. With everyone but his brother living overseas, coordinating time off from work was a challenge.
But everyone made it happen and for a long weekend the girls were showered with gifts and love and attention. They went out and played all day every day, ate yummy homemade food, and had playmates ready to entertain morning to night.
It was so cute to hear the girls call their relatives by name for the first time, my husbands brother, Dod (uncle) Ben, his sister, ceel-ya (Cilla), his mother, Safa (Safta-grandma), and father, Saba ( grandfather).
Everyone has since headed home, expect Safta who is staying to celebrate the girls 2nd birthday this coming weekend. Hopefully we won’t wait another three years to be all together again.
I really like toddlers, they are funny little people, when you hug them, they hug you back, their words, each one is purposeful and important.
The girls are just a week away from their second birthday, two years and somehow I don’t feel like I have much more of a grasp today on the endless tasks that need to get done each day than I did when they were just a few months. But it’s the little bits of their personalities that I see emerging each day that keep me excited for the next and the day after that. Sure, going and doing endlessly on the weekends after working all week is exhausting, but I cherish seeing the girls experience new things on our adventures.
I know this post is a little scattered but that’s just me these days.
I wish I had the words to describe the ridiculous cuteness that is my sweet Talia as she stood at the sink, filling a cup with water and pouring it on the counter, and the way she looked at me our of the corner of her eye knowing water stays in the sink. And yet this same little rascal loves when I hold her like a baby as she drinks her milk before bed and mushes her lovely with her perfect little fingers.
I wish I could record every sweet word that comes from Jordan’s mouth. Just this morning she was laying in bed with me and heard her Talia coming down the hall, she sat up and got so excited an yelled “Sista!”. When she picks up a heavy object she narrates “lif it up”. And when she does something to make us laugh she confirms “Jodan fun nee, ha ha”.
I can’t wait for them to wake up tommorw.