Sundays are always quiet in this house.. more so than usual today. With most of us still fighting off this cold and the weather frigid and snowy there really is not much to rush around for. Sadly with all the runny noses combined with the weather we did not make it to church. That makes two Sundays in a row (last Sunday the twins were very sick and cranky – not good church going behavior).
Tomorrow is the boys’ language assessment at Public Health. The little bums are still refusing to speak English though they seem to be very happy to speak to each other and us in "TwinSpeak." Granted they are not yet even 2yrs old gestationally (born at 30 weeks – 10 weeks premature we have to figure that in for now when trying to determine what they should be doing… their due date was in April no less) but their pediatrician wanted us to have an assessment as getting on waiting lists for help can take an eternity. Hopefully they can give us some ideas as to what to do with the boys at home, though I would not be against either having someone come here once every so often or us go there on a regular basis for some learning through play. I swear part of the problem is they know mommy is a push over and that I can interpret their personal signs, sounds and actions and respond to them as almost second nature. But no use worrying until we get the results – right – LOL easier said than done.
One thing I have found frustrating about "growing up" is that the only thing calendar wise, to really look forward to is the weekend and the odd civic holiday which is over before you truly get to enjoy it. I miss working towards a summer break. I think I need to corner Ken and see if we can plan a mini vacation. We just cannot forsee a trip to Minnesota this year with an infant and two toddlers, but I would love some sort of a vacation. I guess we will wait and see how things go after the guys finish this major project at work – apparently they are "fine tuning" and fixing bugs. Ken promises me that after they complete it he WILL be at home on time more often… something I know the boys will love. I swear they KNOW what time he should be home and time their worst behavior around it.
I do have to give Ken credit – he is an amazing father – he makes time for the boys when he gets home no matter what and though Emanuel prefers being with me he does make alot of effort to cuddle and play with him too – once his brothers are done using him as a jungle gym. I still do not know how he carries both 30lb boys down the stairs and out to the van. Who needs a gym membership when you have toddlers?