Tubed Noses

Sophia’s feed tube is now in her nose. I didn’t notice. Tanya said that one day Sophia’s going to dye her hair purple & I’m not going to notice. That’ll be great.

When we walked up to our kids’ playpens today, there were two nurses around Cameron.  They both looked pretty, ummm, taxed.  When they noticed us, they both lit up with full on ear-to-ear smiles.  “WE ARE SOOO HAPPY TO SEE YOU!”  Apparently Cameron was well past ready for some attention from Tanya.  Overnight, Cameron learned to talk and was yelling “I WANT MOMMY!  I WANT MOMMY!” at the top of his lungs.  Nonstop…

Sophia was much more princess like…

Once Tanya asked Cameron what his deal was, he pretty much chilled with the crying.  A cute hat and the giant orange chunk of (BPA-free) silicone Tanya put in his mouth also helped…

We checked again.  Yup.  All the kids’ concerns melt away as soon as Tanya holds them.  It’s completely magical.  You really should see her with them.  She has some serious telepathic voodoo she uses with them.  I can’t even describe how much they love her…

So far, I’m ok at taking photos of the kids.  I’m also pretty good at making them squirm.  I’m the master at making their stomachs upset.  I do get to spoil them a little bit though.  They don’t get to hang out with igloo-like blankets ever…unless I’m taking pictures of them…

They both have learned to tell when we’re leaving.  The last couple times we’ve left, they both start wailing.  They’re smart.  Crazy smart.  Their crying pretty much means we can’t leave.  Here’s Sophia as soon as we reached for the button to close the lid on her playpen….

It’s really strange…if Tanya hears the kids cry, she instinctively wants to comfort them.  Not 3 weeks ago, I couldn’t stand the sound of kids crying.  Now, when our kids cry my instinct is to ignore them for a bit, quietly peek to make sure they’re not dying, then let them cry some more, then make fun of their wussy crying.  I have some learning to do.

I used an old trick my grandmother told me about and gave the kids some brandy.  Put ’em right to sleep.

(For the child services people out there that are reading this, I absolutely did not feed my kids any alcoholic substance. My grandmother didn’t tell me about that child rearing “technique.”  If you don’t see the humor in my joke, then go away.)