What I've Learned The Hard Way

All morning I've been racking my brain trying to remember if there was anything that happened in my life that may have prepared me for having twins. Or if there was anything I did that made me deserve it.



Offhand I couldn't remember anything (as a side note, I think I'm still in the throes of pregnancy brain-- if I remember anything from the past eighteen months I don't think I'd ever let Hubby back in the house). So I can safely say that, if nothing else, this has been a tremendous learning experience. And most of that learning has happened the hard way.



This week has been particularly challenging. All throughout my pregnancy I hoped that I wouldn't have a spitter. But I got one. A spitter who is also a biter. What fun. I'm sure we'll be very popular in playgroups. Once. Feeding is a joy! What shall we have for lunch today, Pooki? How about razzberry Cheerios with razzberry yogurt and razzberry applesauce? Does that sound spittably delicious? Biscuit didn't understand why I was feeding her so much razzberry everything. Then he was home once for a feeding. Now he gets it. Everybody gets it. They get it all over them. I don't even bother showering in the morning anymore. I just hose it all off at night before climbing exhausted into bed. That's something I've learned the hard way.



The Beans are seriously fighting over toys now. That's great. I learned that each one gets a particular look on her face when planning to invade the other's personal space to swipe a toy. I've learned that distraction is a useful tool. They've learned that the toy given them as a distraction is a useful tool, too. I've learned not to distract them with toys that are heavy, blunt or sharp enough to hurt the side of a Bean's head when they come into contact. Unfortunately I learned that the hard way too.