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What This Mom of Multiples Can`t Do…   2 comments

 I know I’ve blogged often about the things I’m proud to say I’ve continued to do despite having twins. Breastfeeding my girls exclusively for almost a year, for instance, has been something I have taken pride in. But I often find myself worrying about the things that are automatically different for my twins simply because they are twins – and to make it worse, twins with an older sibling. While Bridget had me to herself for 2 full years, the girls rarely get one on one time with Mom (or Dad, for that matter). They are regularly forced to play with shared toys in a shared area, and that’s made more intense when B wants to get in the ‘pigpen’ and play too. They have no clothing that belongs exclusively to them, and inf fact they often wear matching outfits (not always the SAME outfit x 2, but often at least co-ordinating concepts) as it makes Mommy happy right now to do so. And bath time is not a nightly occurance at our house. Somtimes, a full immersed-in-the-tub-scrub is a twice a week thing – especially considering that Bridget insists on dumping water on the girls’ heads, and Taylor poops in the tub more often than not!

But last night was a great demonstration of things that DON’T always go as well for Moms of Multiples. We do try to have a bedtime routine, and follow it as best as possible, but reading books used to be a staple of our old routine when Bridget was a baby. She’d sit patiently and turn the pages, pointing to the pictures and babbling away. But now that we are a family of five, storytime has changed – a little. While we only do family stories on the weekend (as they tend to get everyone riled up and excited), Will grabbed the camera to capture some of the “special-ness” that is family storytime at the Stewart residence…

The Norman Rockwell moment - reading to all my girls

The Norman Rockwell moment - reading to all my girls

Everyone wants to "Pat The Bunny"...
Everyone wants to “Pat The Bunny”…
And the it starts to go horribly wrong...
And the it starts to go horribly wrong…
Everyone melts down...
Everyone melts down…
Feelings get hurt...
Feelings get hurt…
There IS a third child in this picture - check out the feet in the middle... But where did she go??
There IS a third child in this picture – check out the feet in the middle… But where did she go??