Today all four of us took a walk at the San Antonio Park in Los Altos. It was windy and cold. I dressed the Twin Youngsters in white bear body suits to keep them warm. We carried them in front of us with BabyBjorn slings. Apparently their white bear outfits attracted a lot of attentions. People smiled and commented "Look, twins!" "Wow, two babies!"
Then, this one lady was like super excited when she saw us. She asked " Are these real babies?" WY and I looked at each other, thinking in our head "real babies?" "Do people carry fake babies walking around in the park?" I couldn't stop laughing about that question. About 10 minutes later. I heard another comment. "NO! It is a baby!" (with very surprised expression). Haha, I guessed people at first thought to themselves that why were these two crazy people slinging baby dogs or stuff animals walking in the park.
Yes, they are REAL BABIES!
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Fuzzy Day
We were lazy the night before last night and didn't wake up the girls to feed them at 10pm and all four of us went to bed instead. Well, the girls were off the schedule and woke up at a different time. I ended up waking up earlier than usual to pump and had to wake up again to feed the girls in less than an hour. A long day started at 1:30am. The worst of all, they were fuzzy all day.
HY decided only burp if she was held up onto my shoulders. Imagine how many times a day you could lift up a bag of 15-lb rice and held it up walking around. By the third feeding, usually around 1pm, my shoulders were sore and my back was hurting. HY's lung was nicely exercised by screaming. Mama was not able to meet her needs holding her after feeding because EY needed to be fed as well. I tried to change her from station to station (Bumbo seat to Exer-saucer) but she still cried her lungs out. At one point, I was afraid the neighbor may call the police on me because of that. Never the less, I found no tears on her cheek :-P
In the other hand, EY seemed to be quieter except that she would not eat her food. I tried to change feeding positions to get her to eat but she just wanted to talk and stick her finger in her mouth, didn't seem to be interested in the food. She might be trying to tell me to burp her again but she already burped two to three times. By the time she got tired, she fell in asleep with the bottle in her mouth. You think she was drinking still because her mouth was moving like she was sucking. Ten minutes later, the milk was not going anywhere. It was still the same volume inside the bottle. She tricked me! Then, I had to change her feeding position, wake her up to eat. It took 90 minutes to finish feeding her the bottle.
By 4:30pm, I was dragging and falling in asleep feeding the girls. EY saw me closed my eyes while holding her bottle and she laughed. I didn't even know she got her mouth off the nipple! That usually only happens to Daddy who watches TV at the same time he feeds the girls. I started to talk to EY and told her that Mama was tired. EY replied with her cute little baby talks and then gave me her killer blink. You know how the melting power that blink could be. I think a lot of boys are going to be in trouble in the future. I gave her a big fat kiss and imitated her blink. She cracked up. She thought she was the only one knew how to blink like that, haha. Her sister HY does the same blink which she gains Mama's kiss all the time! Then, I forgot all about the sore shoulders until I hit the bed at 11pm, ohh mine!
Lesson learned: Do not skip a meal for them and do not get off the schedule! They don't like it. Neither do I :-P
HY decided only burp if she was held up onto my shoulders. Imagine how many times a day you could lift up a bag of 15-lb rice and held it up walking around. By the third feeding, usually around 1pm, my shoulders were sore and my back was hurting. HY's lung was nicely exercised by screaming. Mama was not able to meet her needs holding her after feeding because EY needed to be fed as well. I tried to change her from station to station (Bumbo seat to Exer-saucer) but she still cried her lungs out. At one point, I was afraid the neighbor may call the police on me because of that. Never the less, I found no tears on her cheek :-P
In the other hand, EY seemed to be quieter except that she would not eat her food. I tried to change feeding positions to get her to eat but she just wanted to talk and stick her finger in her mouth, didn't seem to be interested in the food. She might be trying to tell me to burp her again but she already burped two to three times. By the time she got tired, she fell in asleep with the bottle in her mouth. You think she was drinking still because her mouth was moving like she was sucking. Ten minutes later, the milk was not going anywhere. It was still the same volume inside the bottle. She tricked me! Then, I had to change her feeding position, wake her up to eat. It took 90 minutes to finish feeding her the bottle.
By 4:30pm, I was dragging and falling in asleep feeding the girls. EY saw me closed my eyes while holding her bottle and she laughed. I didn't even know she got her mouth off the nipple! That usually only happens to Daddy who watches TV at the same time he feeds the girls. I started to talk to EY and told her that Mama was tired. EY replied with her cute little baby talks and then gave me her killer blink. You know how the melting power that blink could be. I think a lot of boys are going to be in trouble in the future. I gave her a big fat kiss and imitated her blink. She cracked up. She thought she was the only one knew how to blink like that, haha. Her sister HY does the same blink which she gains Mama's kiss all the time! Then, I forgot all about the sore shoulders until I hit the bed at 11pm, ohh mine!
Lesson learned: Do not skip a meal for them and do not get off the schedule! They don't like it. Neither do I :-P
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Time to giggle
They both love us singing to them. It doesn't matter what we sing. I don't remember lyrics of songs so I just sing alone the melody of the music. Their eyes immediately focus on me when I start singing next to them. If I move their arms at the same time as if we orchestrated the music, they giggle. When I hold them up and move around as if I I was doing ballroom dance with them, they giggle harder.
They love it when I let one of them sit on my tummy as I do crunches. For example, I put HY on my tummy facing me with her body supported by my legs. As my legs extend, her body is lower. As my legs band, her body is raised up. She cracks up every time she is raised up by my legs. I don't know why that's so funny but certainly she enjoys it very much.
They love it when I let one of them sit on my tummy as I do crunches. For example, I put HY on my tummy facing me with her body supported by my legs. As my legs extend, her body is lower. As my legs band, her body is raised up. She cracks up every time she is raised up by my legs. I don't know why that's so funny but certainly she enjoys it very much.
The sweet moments
Yesterday when EY was sleeping, I went over to turn her head to the side. Yeah, she has flat head which made her Pediatrician very concerned. She even warned us that if EY's head not getting better, she might prescribe a helmet for her which needed to be worn 23 hours per day and its cost was about $4000! Imagine how diligent I became to make sure her flat head go away! Anyway, there was my hair sticking on EY's face. As I picked up the hair, EY smiled while she was still sleeping with her eyes closed. She knew that was me who turned her head and picked away the hair even in her sleep?! Or she just happened to smile because she was having a sweet dream? I didn't care. All I know was that smile just made my day! My sweetie!
When HY was being fed by her Daddy, she kept looking around the room searching for me. Once she found me, she eagerly checked what I was doing. I was feeding her sister. And, at times I looked up and when my eyes met HY's eyes, she got so excited and stopped eating and burping and gave me a big smile, waving her arms in different directions. This girl was looking for Mama. That made me feel so special! Yes, her smile just melted my heart.
When HY was being fed by her Daddy, she kept looking around the room searching for me. Once she found me, she eagerly checked what I was doing. I was feeding her sister. And, at times I looked up and when my eyes met HY's eyes, she got so excited and stopped eating and burping and gave me a big smile, waving her arms in different directions. This girl was looking for Mama. That made me feel so special! Yes, her smile just melted my heart.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Nicknames
EY and HY have many nicknames given by different people. Our favorite ones are Peanuts. When they were born at Good Sam, the NICU nurse Vickie called them little peanuts. Sure, they were tiny little babies compared to the other NICU babies. The Youngster dad was particularly fond of the name Peanuts. Grandma started to call them peanuts after Dada kept on telling everyone the Peanut story.
Once they came home, I came up with another nickname out of blue. One day I was laughing how HY aimed her little mouth towards the bottle, just like a little bird going for the food bird mommy got for them. Her poppy seat was like a little nest for her. Since then, I couldn't stop calling them little little birds. Their voices were very gentle. When they cried, it sounded just like the little baby birds chirping.
EY is one minute older than HY. So, mama has been calling EY "Jie Jie" and HY "Mei Mei". It is just a Chinese way to call the older sister and younger sister. I use it so much that they may thought those were their names.
There are more nick names: Grandma called EY "The older one" or "The bigger one" and HY "The younger one" or "The smaller one".
"Beautiful" --EY, "Graceful" -- HY
"sweet peas" -- both of them
Once they came home, I came up with another nickname out of blue. One day I was laughing how HY aimed her little mouth towards the bottle, just like a little bird going for the food bird mommy got for them. Her poppy seat was like a little nest for her. Since then, I couldn't stop calling them little little birds. Their voices were very gentle. When they cried, it sounded just like the little baby birds chirping.
EY is one minute older than HY. So, mama has been calling EY "Jie Jie" and HY "Mei Mei". It is just a Chinese way to call the older sister and younger sister. I use it so much that they may thought those were their names.
There are more nick names: Grandma called EY "The older one" or "The bigger one" and HY "The younger one" or "The smaller one".
"Beautiful" --EY, "Graceful" -- HY
"sweet peas" -- both of them
Why Blog?
I never thought that I would write a blog. I like to read my friend SC's blog. Thinking myself as a poor writer, I simply gave up on the idea of writing a blog. This morning 4am, as usual, waking up either by my engorging breast or one of the girls sweet voices, I started to pump. Yes, reading my friend SC's blog is one of the favorite things to do while I am pumping. After reading her reason of blogging, I had an urge to want to document down how my twin girls grow up. One of my church friends suggested to me that I should write a journal about how Em & Han grow up and show that to them when they turn 21. I thought it was a good idea except that I knew myself would not able to find where I put the journal many times that I want to write and then eventually stop. Writing a blog is different. As long as I have my computer and Internet, I can write. Well, I can always write it privately and not make it public if I am afraid of being caught with grammar mistakes. Hehe, the ESL fear is still in me.
Here you go. With the help of my Youngster husband, I got my blog set up and writing it now! Yes, I am pumping and typing at the same time while the girls are sleeping. I love my twin youngsters. They are just so precious!
Here you go. With the help of my Youngster husband, I got my blog set up and writing it now! Yes, I am pumping and typing at the same time while the girls are sleeping. I love my twin youngsters. They are just so precious!
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