After a little over a week I am becoming somewhat more adept at things pertaining to babies. I tell you for sure it is no easy task to guide them through a day.
The bottles are lined up on the counter every morning like soldiers standing ready for battle. One by one they disappear and at the end of the day they are what we like to call "dead soldiers." The tiny one lets us know when he is hungry by wailing.....we know immediately what he means and he doesn't speak a word.
Both Jake and Eli wear diapers. These paper wonders are also lined up ready for action. One wears a tiny diaper and the other wears one that is quite large. We go through a plethera of these every day. The "bombs" hang on the front door for a quick trip to the trash chute. Most of the ones with "deadly fumes" come right after you have just gotten them all cleaned up.
Putting babies in clothes is a joke. They do nothing to help. They do not stop what they are doing or put what they are holding down. It is like wrestling an alligator to the ground..... and then comes the tiny buttons and snaps. My fingers keep trying to make the two meet, but the constant squirming makes it impossible.
They look so adorable when we finally get them dressed, but after the wrestling match we are too tired to go anywhere.
They drive a two seater stroller. Jake sits in the front and Eli is mounted high in the back in his bucket. It takes a lot of energy just to push this monstrosity. By the time we put the fully loaded diaper bag, purses, and any packages in the storage area, we look like a pack of gypsies just getting into town.
At the end of the day I get to bathe the tiny one. I call it his "spa bath." I wash his head (no hair) and face and try to get to the collection of grossness that accumulates under his double chins..... then comes the body and the dip into warm water in the kitchen sink. He loves it and so do I! The application of body lotion caps it off and then the wrestling begins.......but O the sweet kisses that I steal when he is fresh and clean!!!!
At eight o'clock on the dot they both go down....O blessed peace and quiet.
"Grandchildren are the crown (blessing) of the aged." Proverbs 17:6
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