Waiting for the Whirling

Ok, so I stressed myself out so much last night for this super bad tornado outbreak they were predicting for today. Now they are saying it won't be as bad as they thought. Oops. Sorry.

Sorry?! Sorry you say??!!

Well, sorry doesn't reverse the gut wrenching fear I was in all night just thinking about the horror of my house being flung into the next county.
But thanks anyway.


With that being said, I don't trust them. I'm still on guard for things to rapidly deteriorate and be in my hiding hole closet at a moment's notice.

John decided not to go to work today. (He decided this late last night before they changed their minds on the severity of the storms.) I felt bad, but I think he really just wanted to play hooky anyway.

He's currently out getting me a half strawberry half chocolate milkshake. I need it for my nerves, you see.



I didn't really go into last night, but I really can't say enough good things about our ped. Dr. Bubba is just the very best. I'm so glad that we decided on him. He makes me realize that I tend to overt hink things sometimes. He's very good at reminding me that there is no perfect formula to raising kids. And it's okay.
He's very happy with their schedule and said we should be too. He said that if Jason needs to fuss for a few minutes to get to sleep then that's okay. But if I'm not comfortable with that, then that's okay too. (But I am now. I've realized that my going in there 15643518 times just keeps him upset for longer. And when I hold him to rock him, he's trying too hard to see all around to be comforted to sleep. And now he really only fusses until I get to door. Then he's quiet and goes to sleep.)

Last night was the third time they went 12 hours. But I expected it because the last time they got shots they slept very well that night. I did end up giving them another dose of Tylenol before bed too. (Last time they only got the one dose at the doctor's office.)

But I was a tad bit worried about having them on a weird schedule- going to bed between 10pm-11pm and sleeping until 11am.) But he said they were born into our family, not the other way around. They are fine. As long as they get enough sleep (and we do too!) then they are fine. And he said that since both John and I tend to be nightowls anyway, they probably will be too.

It's nice because I know that for the next day or two, I will feel comfortable in this Mommy Role that I'm in now. By the third day I'll read/see/hear something that will convince me that I'm screwing them up beyond repair. Rinse and repeat.

But you know, when I go get them up now, they smile when they see me. How about that for melting all sorts of heart parts? Seriously. And when I'm dancing around acting stupid and they just sit there and smile and laugh? God, I'd do it all day just for the sound of those giggles. Just talking to Rea now brings on huge drooly smiles and giggles. She'll even bring her hands up to her face and tilt her face just so while laughing. It just kills me every time. (I would love to capture this with the camera, but the minute they see it they freeze with their, "What's that?!" look. Much like the look they give almost anyone who is not either me or John.)

I really love this mommy stuff.

(Most days...)



On that note, my milkshake just got here!!


Gina