Wednesday, August 27, 2008

My memories have escaped me...

Waaaaayyyyy back when Cole and Bella were babies, I had asked a friend of mine who had twins older than mine what she thought was the most difficult age and she said, "oh definitely, 18 months, without a doubt". At the time, I thought she had to be joking because I was so freakin sleep-deprived and worn out with 2 newborn twins, that there was no way I believed for a minute that the newborn stage with twins was easier than dealing with 18 month olds.

Then Cole and Bella turned 18 months and it was like they changed overnight to little demon children. I completely understood what my friend had meant. They couldn't quite talk yet so they screamed about everything. They fought with each other every minute of the day...and oh the biting....the biting stage was definitely upon us and I was actually saying "we don't bite" outloud in my sleep because I felt like that's all I ever said to them. They wanted to do everything I didn't want them to do, like climb on tables, jump on beds, run around the house naked (which resulted in many many potty accidents), play with plugs in outlets, eat things they shouldn't eat (I won't even bother writing about the kitty litter incident because it still makes my stomach turn even to this very day).

So my memories have escaped me....kinda like when you're pregnant and you swear on your life that you never ever wanna be pregnant again, or right after you've gone through childbirth and you tell your husband not to touch you with a 10-ft pole because you promise that you never want to go through childbirth ever again. Oh, how quickly the human mind forgets. Next thing you know you see a friend's newborn baby and you get those familiar pangs of wanting another baby...the baby fever gets so bad that you throw caution to the wind and hope for the best. Then when you're pregnant again, all the memories come flooding back again and you're left thinking, "what the HELL was I thinking?"

I had forgotten how tough the 18-month old stage is. Garrett and Landon are almost there, just 2 weeks shy of 18 months. But I'm already seeing changes in them. It all started yesterday as I was trying to load all the kids in the mini-van after a work out at the gym. I was tired and my muscles ached and I just wanted to get home so I could get dinner started and count down the minutes until all the kiddies were in bed. As I was getting Landon in his carseat, he instantly arched his back and started screaming. I actually had to push against his tummy to get him to stop arching enough so I could lock him in his carseat. Then the little booger actually attempted to bite me....he had just started to open his mouth against my hand when I realized what he was trying to do and I said "oh no, you don't bite Mommy....were you gonna try to bite me?" and he laughed this insanely scary laugh like he was totally out of control.

Thankfully, Garrett doesn't bite....yet. But the boy sure knows how to throw a good tantrum. He's a screamer and a stomper. He'll stomp both his feet and just scream at the top of his lungs. If I try to pick him up, he'll arch his back and throw his arms out as far as he can, usually hitting me in the face as he does this.

I was just talking to my grandmother this morning on the phone, who is 91 years old, and she asked "so how are you really doing?" and I said "going crazy" and she said "I'm sure you are....but remember they're only little this one time in their lives. Enjoy it, treasure it, savor it because before you know it, they'll be grown up and you won't remember any of the challenges you're facing now". Is it really possible that these memories will escape me again, just as they had with Cole and Bella? I suppose they will and that's probably a very good thing.

11 comments:

motheringmymiraclemultiples said...

There are times that I can't remember how cute the kids were, or just how tiny they were. And they aren't even a year yet. I am going to be totally screwed trying to manage them when they are 18 months old.

I did laugh out loud about the trying to bite mommy and the laugh....oh boy...you do have your hands full, Lady!!!

Elizabeth said...

LOL! 18 months was a difficult stage for my girls too. Must be something in their genes :-) Great post!

Rugger Mom said...

Eek! I thought 18 months to 2 years was awesome with my first son, but is it possible that I've forgotten and now I've got to do it again with twins? Argghhhh!

Joy said...

Yes, there are some really tough times but these ARE the good old days. I try to enjoy these times, I know I will miss them later. As I sat up last night with my newborn almost in tears because I was so tired, I calmed myself down and just SMELLED my newborn....that newborn smell that goes away so fast and tried to enjoy my night with my baby.

angie said...

I love the last part. 18 months WAS a hard time for me as well. All that busy energy together makes for a pretty kinetic twosome! :)

Lea White said...

Oh boy, I fully agree on the 18 month old challenges! Mine is going through a smacking and pinching phase and we end up saying "no smacking Caitlyn" 10 million times a day.

But she is awfully cute too, just learning to say some words, so it all works out nicely!

Lea White
http://whitesinnz.blogspot.com

Tabbatha Rose said...

I am there although we havent had any biting. Its been mostly whining and carrying on. But I contribute that to them getting 6 teeth each.

twinmama said...

Helene, I am right there with you. My girls have turned into aliens from the planet "ORNERY". We have had throwing, hitting, pushing and a couple body slams in the past few weeks. Our doctor said at this age, they think they don't need us anymore because they are doing so much on their own now. You know what I say? It's time they get a job then!

Tena said...

Baby 'M" is 17 months, and I am having a hard time with him right now too! He loves to bite! OUCH!!!

MICHELLE said...

oh no...my boys are 14 month old. now i'm scared!

bonnieearly said...

Wow, your Grandmother is right on. It goes by in the blink of an eye. I miss you guys. Are we still going to try and get together soon?

I figure that if the children are alive when my husband gets home at the end of the day, I've done my job.

----Roseanne Barr



 
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