Wednesday, April 25, 2012

We've Moved

H Squared has moved!  If you would like to continue to follow our family, please check us here!

Wordless Wednesday

More next week.  My photo uploader and I had a fight, so this is all you get.

Monday, April 23, 2012



I don't... Why can't.... I just need... *Slam head into wall*

Yeah, so naps are going great! (Where is that sarcasm button when I need it?)

We were doing so well okay with naps for a while and now I am lucky if I get them down for 30 minutes which would totally fine if they weren't the biggest crank monsters in the world when they woke up.  For Haley to be a happy girl, she needs at least an hour.  And let me tell you, Miss Thing WILL NOT EAT if she is sleepy/cranky.  Which then leads into meltdown city until she either passes out for two+ hours or eats like a gabillion ounces.  I think it's safe to say that I do not like meltdown city.

Hazel, on the other hand, can rock the 30 - 45 minute nap and wake up happy and cooing and looking at me like, come on, mom, let's play!  Until I put her down and then we're in fussy ville (I don't really care for fussy ville either).

So, we play this stinker nap game until I feel like my brain is going to explode and then I throw them in the stroller and we go for an hour walk and they sleep (and yes, they do wake up as soon as we get back inside, thanks for asking).

My inner debate is do I start a gentle method of sleep training?  Are they starting to start to teethe and that is what is making me want to pull out my just-cut hair? If I just wait this out will they revert back to "normal"?  Why don't twins come with an instruction manual?  Or a Rosey? You know, the robot on the Jetsons? 

I NEED a Rosey!  Early birthday present, people!  Lets make this happen!

I will try and post cute pictures tomorrow.  I know there's no fun in reading a twin blog if it doesn't have pictures.

Sunday, April 22, 2012


*So embarressed by my typo.  The woman who writes the blog I mentioned is named Julia.*

There's a blog I follow about a mom who has two-year-old twin girls. I started following her during my pregnancy and I find a lot of comfort and inspiration in her posts.  Julia does this thing were she lists what she is thankful for.  Her initial goal was 1,000 things, but she has gone past that number.  I find in the days that I am most frustrated with the girls/myself/my husband/our tiny apartment/the world that I desperately need to remember the things I should be thankful for.  (these are in no particular order of importance)

1. infant sundresses

2. cherry blossoms

3. the freedom of running

4. my baby sling

5. that the girls only wake up twice at night (instead of the four times they use to do)

6. coffee with a teaspoon of raw sugar and a guzzle of vanilla almond milk

7. overhearing mass today as I jogged passed the catholic church

8. midnight cuddles with the cat

9. having two bumbos

10. spring

Haley at 11 weeks old

Hazel at 11 weeks old

Saturday, April 21, 2012


My heart is aching for one of my dearest friends.

Simply said, and without spewing her personal information onto the internet, she is going through a MAJOR life change right now.  A good one, but a major one. 

I want so badly to be able to hug her and do something more than just talk her through it.  I know she will find her way, but I wish I could DO something to make it easier for her.  To make it less hard, even though I know that is not possible.

I'm a firm believer in that God does not give us more than we can handle, even though at the time it feels like too much.  It will resolve itself through time and hard work and she will come out on the other side stronger, happier, and wiser.  But I just wish I could take some of that hard work for her.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012


WARNING: This is going to be a whiny post.  You have been warned.  Turn back now if you want to be spared the Ah-waaa aspect of this post.

It starts on a positive note.

 I love jelly beans (jellybeans?).  Whether it's one word or two I love 'em! Especially when I'm lonely and mopey and bored.  Which I am tonight.  Why?  You might ask.  Or more likely: how in the world can you be bored with two newborns to take care of?  Because we are currently not following schedule.  Which is ridiculously hard for me. 

I love having a schedule and a routine and I do not adapt to change very well.  I pretend to, but really inside I turn into a petulant three-year-old and am flat on my back flailing my arms and kicking my legs in protest.  We are not following schedule tonight because the girls didn't really take an afternoon nap.  Snippets of sleep here and there, but never an actual, real nap.  So, we didn't do our 6:30 bath because they had FINALLY fallen asleep and at 8 they are still asleep and inside my inner three-year-old is terrified that not following the bedtime routine schedule means that I am not going to sleep at all tonight and we are going to be totally screwed up and that they'll go back to waking up every hour.  These fears are totally irrational.  Sleep is sleep and skipping their bath tonight is not going to kill us.  I mean, how dirty can a six week old get in two days? Right?

So, I have two sleeping babies right now.  Most people would ask why I am not jumping for joy and enjoying the quiet and time of not meeting a small humans every need?  Because my husband is asleep with them.  And I don't have the heart to wake him up because he works all day and probably only gets four hours of sleep at night, but because he works all day I don't get to see him except for maybe 2 or 3 hours in the evening and I miss him.  So, I'm eating jellybeans and feeling sorry for myself in my lonesome-ness. 

See? Mopey.  You had your chance to turn around.  Shame on you if you are now disgusted with my melancholia.  My excuse is sleep deprivation.

We have the girls' ultrasound  appointment tomorrow to find out if they have congenital hip dysplasia. Fingers crossed at (A) they do not have CHD and (B) that they do not get too terribly pissed off at us.

Monday, March 12, 2012


I am happy to announce that as of today my beautiful girls are six weeks old!
 Not that anything has really changed with them turning six weeks, but it seems like as good an occasion as any to start blogging again. 

We went to the beach over the weekend and the weather was HORRIBLE, but that's the Oregon coast for you.  It was still wonderful to spend time just the four of us and for me to not be mentally obsessing over laundry and dishes and all the stupid stuff that I feel stressed compelled to do when I'm at home (also, the house we were staying in had cable. Can you say "Food Network"?!?). 

I have to say I do miss sleeping... SO MUCH!  I keep reminding myself that this will only last for so long, but I'm very selfish about the little sleep I can get.  I'm a better mom when I have some sleep.  I have more patience, I play more. I'm so much better at this job that I am okay with doing what I need to do to get as much sleep as I can during the night especially since napping during the day doesn't really happen.

 The first six weeks have gone by so fast, I hope the next six weeks go by just as quickly (I can't wait for the girls to be three months old and to be back in my age comfort zone).