Well. Where has time gone?
Here’s ten minutes to post, so forgive the brevity:
We made it safely to Texas, with very few problems on the flight (surprisingly!). We’re basically settled here, with what I might assume are typical issues one has when one travels with two infants. They’ve done really well all things considered. There’ve been lots of new faces to see in the last couple of days, and there’ll be a lot more still to come before we make it back home.
Lots of those new faces have had lots of opinions about the way I choose to parent, largely because I have overheard my mother telling pretty much every single person who has come to meet the boys that we co-sleep, which is then followed up by a comment from said person encouraging me to place them in a crib. I’m quite proud of the fact that I haven’t blown my emtherefking lid and told them all off. Because not only is it NO ONE’S BUSINESS BUT MY OWN, but it’s also quite rich coming from a crowd of people who treat their dogs like family and would balk at the suggestion to kennel their pets at night. Um, so I should put my babies in cages overnight, but it’s expected and normal for your dog to sleep in your bed? Yeah. Right.
Additionally, I’ve been getting a lot of comments about the fact that I respond to my babies when they cry. I’ve tried gently explaining that my babies are humans, and just like a normal human, if I heard any one of my friends or family crying in the next room, I’d probably go in to offer comfort. But, you know, they’re babies, so we should just ignore them. Oh, and I’m also supposed to watch while they cry in other people’s arms, and reach for me while getting louder and louder and louder. Because, you know, they have to learn that while we’re away from home, they cannot trust that their parents will respond to them, whilke grandma tells them to “just stop it!”. Totally comforting, right?
In other news, the boys are six months old! Their monthly letter is in the works, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it didn’t appear for another week or two. I’m blaming the holidays.
And more news, we have a tooth! Henry cut a tooth on the 9th, and just yesterday, a second began to break through as well. Jack is still gmawing on everything in sight, and both boys have been incredibly fussy lately, so I’m sure there’s more to come.
And that marks the end of my free time. SO much more to say, but it’ll have to wait.
Any tips for surviving teething and holidays and travel and well-meant-but-completely-rude advice?