Okay, I am completely side-tracking at the beginning of this post but I have to talk about some of the "kitty" stuff. First of all, Emily is usually Kitty and I would love to know where she learned how to rub against your legs like a cat would. Second of all, if you ask Kitty a question, she will not answer. She will meow. I thought it was hysterical when Rich asked Kitty a question this weekend and Anna responded with, "She only talks when she is Emily."
Alright, back to the post.
When Grammy was granted freedom this past Friday evening, she took Allie with her so that Allie could experience some one-on-one time with Grammy, Papa and other family members at the beach house for part of the weekend. That left me and Rich with, well, twins.
Rich picked me up at the train station Friday night with Emily and Anna in tow. Anna was zonked out in her carseat and it wasn't bedtime. Close but definitely not bedtime. Now, don't forget that she didn't go to bed until after 9:30 the night before. When we arrived home, Emily and Anna played upstairs allowing me time to put laundry away. "This is going to be so easy," I foolishly thought. I was imagining all of the projects I would finish on Saturday. (Oh, how I laugh now as I write this.)
I left for a run after we tucked Em and Anna in for the night and when I arrived home, they were both asleep. Thankfully. Although Rich had some issues getting to that point. They both slept in their own beds until 6:15 Saturday morning at which time they joined us in our bed and slept until 7:30ish.
I brought the two munchkins downstairs so that Rich could sleep in and then the plan was for me to take a nap after that. Any thoughts of completing any projects prior to my nap were immediately squashed. Both girls were being unusually fussy. I could barely eat my breakfast. They both ate a decent amount but Anna was acting really lethargic and I thought she was going to fall back asleep at any moment. They kept pleading for me to sit on the couch with them.
Rich came downstairs around 10:00 and said that he would take Anna & Em to the grocery store while I napped. I had to distract Em before I could sneak upstairs as I didn't want her flipping out on Rich when she discovered that I had disappeared. While she involved herself with writing the grocery list out (in crayon) I snuck back in the family room to tell Rich that I was going upstairs to bed. He was holding a half asleep Anna and said, "I don't think I can take her to the store like this."
"Sure you can. She'll perk up once you get her outside." You better believe I ran upstairs as fast as I could.
I fell asleep within minutes and was awakened by Rich some time later. I have no idea how long I had been asleep. He placed a sleeping toddler in the bed next to me and said, "I can't take her to the store. She threw up." I woke up a little bit when I heard that. "Can you get me a puddle pad to put under her? I don't want her puking in the bed."
"She's fine. That was like an hour ago. She's not going to throw up again." You better believe that Rich ran out of there as fast as he could.
Anna and I slept until Rich and Em woke us up at 1:00. I woke up a few times and checked on Anna in that half asleep way only an exhausted parent can maneuver. She slept like a rock. She ended up being fine after we got up. I was nervous that the vomiting and sleeping were related to her shunt but we missed that bullet again.
So not much was accomplished on Saturday outside of a nap, crockpot stuffed peppers and a trip to the mall, which will have to have its own blog post. Oh yeah, exciting times at the mall around here.
Here are some "sister pictures" of Em and Anna.