Seventeen weeks ago today, we came home with S and H. They continue to make enormous strides on all fronts. There are days when we feel as though we’ve gone backwards a bit, but then we’re reminded it has only been four months, and there are inevitably going to be challenges and adjustments for a while.
B and I are constantly marveling at these two. I don’t know if we’ve met two little girls with more personality and spunk. Lately, we can’t stop talking about how similar they are to us, and it’s the little things we get the biggest kick out of — like the fact that S hates butter (like B), while H saves the last bite of something and then wraps it up for later (like yours truly). S has our weird and wacky sense of humor, and H has my taste for strange, healthy snack foods. S is affectionate like her Dad and social like me; H is stubborn as a mule (like me) and brainy like her Dad. Of course, they’re also unique little beings who can’t be compared to anyone, but I think it’s a natural part of bonding to identify your own traits in your children.
Despite how well it’s going, by the end of the week, I’m always ready for a little “me” time. Tonight I’m stealing 90 minutes to have drinks with an old friend who just moved to town. If I could, I’d order the drink I’m offering today, in honor of Mardi Gras (which Mags just wrote about). This spiced rum milk punch by Abigail Gullo calls for New Orleans Cajun Spice Rum, making it all the more authentic. (I bet this could also be made with a nut milk and be just as good.)
So with milk punch in hand, here’s my high and low of the week — and once again, they’re tied together…
Low: My anxiousness about taking the girls to have their blood drawn. I was planning to do it before Christmas, but they had bad colds; then Christmas was upon us; then we were all sick again in January. Suddenly February was here, and I knew I just had to get it done. I was so nervous that at least one of them would have a complete meltdown and refuse to go through with it and I’d be dragging both of them kicking and screaming back to the car. But…
High: …they each sat on my lap and didn’t even flinch! (It helped that my awesome friend Abby met us there in case I needed backup.) The techs told me they’ve never seen little kids handle it so well! I felt a little bad for deceiving them, though: I told them mommy had to get a blood test, which I did, but I left out the part about their needing to get one, too.
This week’s bonus question: If you could have any first name but your own, what would you choose? I think I’d go with my middle name, actually — Alexandra.
Okay, your turn… High? Low? And how about your alias?
Image: Zoe Saint-Paul