Everydaystranger

On Tuesday Nora had a pretty good day. We had a minimal screaming session, and in fact she – wait for it – settled herself to sleep.
Twice.
And one of those times? In the movie theatre. The babies and I, we have a newly installed weekly ritual of going to the Newbies [...]

I’m sure you wonder just what the hell I do with my day, much like you wonder about the meaning of life and what marshmallow cream is REALLY made of.
So…wanna know how the life of a mother of twins runs?
OK.
6:30-7 am – Wake up to sound of birds singing, the sun shining, and the milk [...]

Sometimes, having twins is so hard.
The crying, the feeding times, the colic, the impact on our relationship, the sheer amount of laundry that is created…
And sometimes, like today, like with my babies 20 minutes ago just before I had to rouse them for their last feed, like with the day the two of them and [...]

I’m having a hard time putting things into words, really. Not a usual complaint, in fact most of the time I need to dial down the verbosity, but sometimes I do get stuck.
Thanksgiving passed by in a whir of Thanksgivinglessness. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. It was a harder holiday than usual, not [...]

Yesterday the babies had their 6 week check-up. They’re fine, other than being underweight, but unfortunately they haven’t grown as much as they should have over the past 2 weeks, so next week we go back and check and see how they’re doing. The doctor isn’t worried, we’ll just keep an eye on [...]

Thanksgiving is on Thursday.
Or at least it is for most people in the land I come from.
For me, it’ll be just another Thursday in a year of 52 Thursdays.
This month will mark my 8 year anniversary of living in Europe. I left the States just after Thanksgiving in 1999 and I haven’t been back [...]

The other day I followed a link to a blog that linked to me (I check these things sometimes, it’s always nice to know who’s out there in the ether). This blog is in a foreign language, one of whom the only thing I know how to say is “A beer, please,” (because really-does [...]

Dear the Makers of Infacol,
We have a 6 week old daughter who has been crying for near to 3 weeks now. Oh wait…did I say crying? Hahahahahaha, silly me. I’m so forgetful, must be all that drinking I’ve been doing. I really meant she’s been screaming, as in “I’m auditioning to [...]

On Sunday Angus, perhaps sensing that I had tied a knot at the end of my rope and was just hanging on, sent me to the store by myself. I am still technically on a driving ban (you’re not allowed to drive for 6 weeks after a C-section for insurance purposes, and I have [...]

20% of all babies get colic.
With two babies, surely our chances were higher that we’d get a collicky baby.
We did.
This is week number three of Nora Screaming the House Down. We finally have a reason why even if we don’t have a cure, and she’s perfectly healthy (just a bit underweight), she’s just got [...]

Men, look away! Look away now, lest you be blinded!
(Just kidding. But it is a continuation of yesterday, so if you read then you’d better put down that hoagie.)
OK, so the Mooncup? She is all right. A little strange, a little unusual, but I think I’m a convert.
Strangely, for someone with [...]

I had lochia for five weeks.
FIVE.
My bleeding finally stopped on Tuesday, which was just in time for the mother of all periods to come in the very next day (because that’s how my luck is and we all need a little anemia check from time to time, no?)
I have caved and finally bought one [...]

Last week the Lemonheads were weighed. Nora’s weight has gone up to 7 pounds, and Nick is up to 6 pounds 8 ounces. So almost newborn size, which isn’t too bad considering they’re 5 weeks old today. In total, they’ve gained about a pound since birth (I know this seems obsessive, but [...]

SEX.
(Bet that got your attention, yes?)
You probably expected to check in on this site and read about either
A) me feeling mental
or
B) me gushing about babies
and both are still correct, but I have other things going on as well.
Angus and I are a very affectionate couple in the bedroom and always have been (not so much [...]

A group of people, lounging around on a worn out purple velveteen couch, suddenly stop talking.
“Hey, uh, anyone seen Helen?” asks one particularly brash character.
“Last time I saw her was 9 am, and she was popping herbal tranquilizers again,” replies one of them in a matter-of-fact voice.
“Oooh, I love those,” interjects one of them, an [...]