When we first found out that we were having twins, I searched all over the internet for information about twin deliveries. Would I likely be scheduled for a c-section? Would I just go into labor spontaneously? Where do babies come from anyway? Kidding. Really though, nothing could prepare me for going into labor with Hudson and Hunter. In a previous post, I had spared you all the details of my delivery of the twins who are now almost 8 months old. While I’m going to leave out most of the gore and the minor information, I’ll let you all in on
Lately, I’ve noticed many bloggers posting beauty related “Friday Favorites” on social media. I figured this would be fun, since I am pretty loyal to the products I use on a daily basis. My beauty regimen is not very complicated though (and I’m lazy about it), so I thought I would post my favorite items in different categories every couple of Fridays or so. For example, today’s theme will be
Those of you who have read our first blog post are aware that Hudson and Hunter were NICU (neonatal intensive care unit) babies. When I started this blog, I knew that I would eventually share a few thoughts on our NICU experience, but I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say. In the future, I may elaborate further, but for now, I wanted to share what it felt like to have babies in the NICU, as a first time mom.
Our twins were born near 33.5 weeks, a little early, but not incredibly premature. I’ll spare you the details (for now!) on the shenanigans of my delivery and just tell you that
Many of you out there may have heard of something called “mom brain,” or “pregnancy brain.” It is often characterized by the absent minded nonsense that a new mom, or pregnant mom, can get herself into. Is it real? Well, according to my good pal, Google, quite a few studies have proven it to be legit. There are still non-believers, but if we get on their side, then this will just seem like a list of things that prove I’m far below average in the intelligence area.
It’s no secret that it takes one very small gesture, to put a big smile on someone’s face. As some of you may know, we’re currently living in a hotel as we attempt to close on a house. We’ve been here for two months now and are seeking the light at the end of the tunnel. Things can get a little hectic with a family of five (yes, our dog is included) sharing a hotel room. Our babies have been teething and babying around with their little baby selves, so they’ve been a little upset. On Thursday, Hunter was irritable, on Friday, it was Hudson. My free moments were few and far between, my mood was
bitchy and negative down and I was worried about our home inspection and every other thing that has gone wrong since arriving from Germany.
On Friday afternoon, after finally
Sometimes in life, people will pick a fight with you with a small remark or gesture. I have always thought that responding to a rude comment would mean that I am lowering myself to another person’s level. If I had ever entertained someone’s immaturity, I would later be upset with myself for doing so. This was in part because I felt that most petty arguments were worthless and didn’t get anyone anywhere. For the most part, I still feel this way. I now realize though, that there are topics worth a little scuff, such as my children and my husband.
This past Monday, my tiny family attended a Labor Day festival in Naperville, Illinois. To make a long story short,
Stretch marks and loose skin after pregnancy or significant weight loss are a common issue. Before I say my little piece, let’s get a couple of things out of the way. First, I am proud of every person in the world who is comfortable in their own skin. Go you! Our bodies go through drastic changes in our lifetimes, and to have a positive attitude along the way can be tough. I would never tell anyone to dim the light from within them, or to be any less proud of their appearance. Second, I am not against any particular way of dealing with one’s own body. If plastic surgery is the route you take, go for it! If you use wraps, that’s great. We are all allowed to cope with things in our individual ways and not feel invalidated. Each of us, at some point or another, has had to learn how to “self-love”, but we learn this in different ways, and sometimes on multiple occasions. For this reason, I don’t like being told
Raise your hand if you’re excited to board a plane with an infant!
Raise your reluctant hands if you are going to do it anyway!
Whether we want to or not, sometimes traveling with an infant (or two) cannot be avoided. Our family has traveled domestically and internationally by plane and automobile on multiple occasions. As more of our friends and family are beginning families of their own, we thought we’d share some travel tips that have worked for us. For this post, we’ll focus on air travel only. I’m not going to give you a step by step of obvious details, but hopefully some helpful reminders. (This page may contain affiliate links!)
Please re-read the title of this post, and sing it to yourself to the tune of “Livin’ On a Prayer,” thank you.
Now we can move on. I thought it might be nice to let you all know what we’re up to since moving back to the states, since some of you have asked. We’ve gotten almost half of our move complete, which means that we are here, we are safe, there is a roof over our heads, we have at least one of our vehicles, and the movers have gotten some of our belongings across the ocean. What this also means though, is that the roof over our heads is quite temporary, our other vehicle is hopefully not sinking on a cargo ship somewhere, and the rest of our things have not made it stateside. Although we have moved, we really are only “halfway there.”
Hi everyone! Well, if you haven’t checked out the different pages here on Two Boys One Pup, please do! You will learn a little about each of us there. If you’re wondering why I decided to start this blog, I am too. It’s not that I have anything particularly important to say, however, I now have a platform for sharing things with family and friends.
Speaking of sharing, we do have some news for (some of) you.