Two or three days ago, Lilly found a candy cane she had left in the bathroom two or three days before that. She opened it by breaking it #not my child, and yesterday I found the broken off piece in Damian's daytime rocker bed.
Today, they both woke up at 6:30. It's like they are telepathic and plan it. I'm not going to complain though, Damian truly slept through the night.
Last night was my favorite Superbowl party ever of all time. We ate leftovers in front of the tv for dinner, then we all cuddled on the couch until the kids fell asleep. My team lost, but that's okay. It wasn't my team until yesterday when I was forced to choose one and I can't choose the Patriots. Obviously. Tom Brady and Mathew Stafford look the same when their helmets are on. I think my favorite part was when two guys got their helmets stuck together like teenagers with braces.
I was able to tell Josh about my favorite play (football play) and wish the Falcons would do it. He didn't know what I was talking about, so I showed him this video:
For the first time ever, I knew more about football than Josh. I can't remember how I know about this though.
My coffee is so warm and delicious this morning.
Today I want to work more on my planner pages, I want to help Lilly reorganize her room, I want to do her laundry, and I want to play with her. I don't know what yet. A game, art, or craft activity.
Mandy and Nick visited. They were anxious/nervous about how Lilly plays with Damian, because she is so big and he is so little. I used to be, but he finally grew up and got tougher than a newborn. They don't know babies so well. The next day Lilly played with her playdo and mixed ALL THE COLORS #notmychild. Let me tell you, that is the most anxiety raising thing she can do. Sometimes I have to leave the room and breath a little.
Sometimes I wish Lilly was cuddly, but I think I'm glad she's not so much. I only want to cuddle when I want to, and I don't know how I would do with a child that wants to cuddle all the time. Right now, I bribe her with my phone. If she sits next to me and cuddles me, then she can play my phone. I sleep the best sleeps of my life when that happens.
Damian and Lilly are the most beautiful babies I've ever seen. I see other babies and they just don't compare at all. I just don't know the truth though. Are my babies that beautiful in real life, or am I biologically engineered to see my babies as that beautiful so that I love them and not reject them? And I'm not asking for compliments on their looks bc people tell my constantly, like at least everyone I see at Bill's, every time I go, how beautiful they are, and I still don't know. Maybe we are all engineered to think babies are beautiful, to keep the progeny safe. Also, sometimes I wish I could go grocery shopping without all the interruptions from strangers talking about my kids looks. If they must, say they are just so clever and smart and driven and tenacious and so on.
We were at a friend's house yesterday and they had a giant fat plastic Iron Man toy that the helmet flipped and there was space to hold a different doll, clearly, Tony Stark. But upon discussion, I found out that it holds not a Tony Stark doll, but another smaller Iron Man doll. I went with Iron-ception. We told Josh and Josh went with the Turducken of Super Hero's. I was so proud that he immediately saw the humor in the toy and made an appropriate joke, just like I did. I also tried my hardest to put Captain Barnacles in the large Iron Man, but he wouldn't fit.
I was watching a video of all his best bits and a creepy spider dropped down from the ceiling less than 5 feet away from me. It had long spindly legs and it was letting them fly! I stood up and couldn't find anything practical to destroy it with. Then it crawled back up to the popcorn ceiling. It was between me and the vacuum cleaner closet, but I braved and made it. But then once the vacuum was plugged in and ready to go, I couldn't find the spider. And I had been watching it the whole time! It was the stupid popcorn ceiling, it's great at disguising spiders. I finally found it and vacuumed it. It was an overall terrifying experience. Lilly was busy saying "Mom, I need someone to hold me" and I was all, "NO I need someone to hold ME!", and she didn't even know about the spider at that point. I try hard not to show fear of spiders in front of her. I don't want her to feel how I do about them. I think she could feel my fear though. Also, to my disappointment, she said she does not want the job of spider vacuumer someday. She did give me good hugs and we held each other.