Life on Nickelby

First meal at the kitchen table.

My blog is slowly slipping away, I hate it. Not the blog, but the fact that I'm not blogging about my treasures as often as I used to. Life has been busy but more importantly it's been good. My bubbies are doing great, loving and living life to the fullest, occasionally raising hell, but mostly wrapping Kevin and I tighter and tighter around their little pinkies.

They've graduated to the kitchen table. Their high chairs have been cleaned and put away and long gone are their gates around the house. They now have full access to the kitchen and laundry room. Both changes have gone smoothly and are proof positive that I can't hold onto to my babies forever. I will, however, continue to procrastinate potty training and big boy beds and vow not to cave to societal pressures.

"Yes, they are still in cribs"

"For as long as I can possibly keep them there"

"A toddler bed is no bigger than a crib, you still use a crib mattress so what's the difference"

"BECAUSE RUINING 12 HOURS OF HEAVENLY SLEEP IS COMPLETELY ASININE JUST FOR THE SAKE OF SAYING THEY ARE IN BIG BOY BEDS. If IT AIN' T BROKEN DON'T FIX IT"

Surely there is someone out there who understands. When you spend months on end sleep deprieved from caring for two infants who wake up at different times of the night leaving you 20 minute intervals of uninterrupted sleep, YOU NEVER FORGET AND YOU NEVER TAKE A GOOD NIGHTS SLEEP FOR GRANTED EVER AGAIN. Of course I'm putting off big boy beds for as long as I can, I don't want to deal with the middle of the night getting out of bed shenangins. Or better yet the tearing up the rooms and emptying drawers on the floor when they are supposed to be napping. No thanks. That day will come soon enough, until then I will keep head in the sand.