How many arms and legs are there?

This past week has been as you would expect with twins, crazy! From hubby’s recovery from surgery to picking apples to putting pajamas on the natives, it sure is was a crazy week.

Last Sunday we went for a 1 hour drive and 40 minute ferry ride to pick apples. The drive wasn’t too bad and the natives seem to handle an hour pretty well…two hours? Not so much so we were good to go. I had brought the Ergo Carriers so they wouldn’t be running around on the ferry. I know! Wishful thinking on my part that I can control them because let’s face it, I love to control my surroundings and when that doesn’t happen, I go crazy. Well, once we got “underway” the natives were released from their restraints and cages were opened and they burned off a little energy that was building up. I was impressed and was glad hubby went ahead without the carriers. The natives loved the ride over on the ferry and thought the “boat” was awesome. We got everyone back in their restraining contraptions with no hassles. We then went to the Vineyard which had plenty of different apples, grapes, peaches, a nice picnic area and a little shop. OK, I exaggerate! We drove two miles off the ferry, went up this dirt road about a mile long, made the left about 50 feet in front of this house and saw what we thought was a little “farmers store”. A lady pulled up in a beat up pick up truck with a clip board and some plastic things. She came over to us and told us, “The plastic bags hold 10lbs of apples and that bag is $15. How many would you like?” Well, I was thinking, “I’d like to go back home and hit the grocery store and get 5 10lb bags for $15 and go on my merry way.” But, I said, “Two.” I KNOW, I KNOW!! $30 for 20lbs of apples and they had better be some damn good apples. My friend was thinking, “Ok, I don’t want to be cheap but I’ll get one, because I’m not getting a kiss with this…..” So, we get all the kids out and let me say, we took two vehicles, Meme, drove one of her daughters, my 2^nd oldest, and a friend of her daughters’, so 4 in her vehicle and hubby, me and the natives in our vehicles. Now, I know you are thinking, 8 people to pick 3 bag of apples, not bad. Well…IF we divided it up between the three bags, we would have each picked 4 apples maybe 5. Go ahead, laugh, shake your head. My thought when I saw the bags were, “Um…we have two hours before the ferry will be back. This is going to be a long mosquito smacking, apple picking, sweat dripping experience. And…it was. Oh and after our 15 minute excursion, we forgot to get pics of the  natives picking apples so we headed back to get that out of the way and although one native, Z was happy to do what I asked for the picture, G? Not so much, he’d pick an apple and throw it on the ground…I think he was disgusted with how much I paid for the apples too when they weren’t the sweetest ones on the market. Best part of the trip? We got to ride the ferry, ask the natives. Second best part of the trip? We got to stop at the store on the way back home and get 3 bags of sweet apples and went home to make pie filling and applesauce.

Hubby had surgery the day before the hurricane came through 3 weeks ago and I am happy to say…he went back to work, yesterday!!! WooHoo!! That’s right, I got the house back to myself! I am the boss again! I make all the decisions in this domain! I am God! Ok, maybe I exaggerate…a little. I am however, glad he is back to work. The natives loved having both of us at home because they had a choice in who kissed a boo-boo and who was going to give them what they wanted out of the snack cabinet. There is a reason my hubby works 24 hour shifts every other day…because I like it that way. I’m sure he does too because let’s face it, him looking at me and me looking at him 24/7 would end up in one of two places…him in another house or him in the ground. Either way, I’d miss him eventually, lol. I’m glad hubby is doing better and even though he still does not have his taste buds back, he’s taking advantage of it by losing a little weight. Ok, not really taking advantage, more like having to accept and my man is not a happy camper, lol. Now, while he was home, he did try very very hard to eat food that smelled good. He was making hamburgers, sausage, whatever he could think of and I was eating pretty good during that time after his initial first bite was taken and he couldn’t stomach anymore of the saw-dust he was tasting. I personally hope he gets his taste buds back because if he doesn’t…I’m going to have to stop with the taste testing all his foods. Not to mention his nose is shot! He can’t smell anything right now and I do not like, repeat, do not like, smelling milk to see if it’s bad. Upside? I could probably fart and he wouldn’t smell that. Of course knowing my luck, that would be the only thing he would smell, lol. He went back to work yesterday and goes again tomorrow and then…you guessed it…3 days off. I can’t win for losing, lol. My honey-do list is getting longer and he’s just sick enough that I can’t fuss to much when he starts coughing or has trouble swallowing. I’m beginning to think he’s playing it up so he can get out of doing a few things. The natives of course thought it was funny right after daddy’s surgery because he had to breathe through his mouth and he would snore…you guessed it, I now have two pint size snorers, lol, and daddy doesn’t think it’s funny that they mock him, I of course do, lol.

The natives are getting independent on me and as a control freak, I’m not liking it one bit. They have their job and I have my job and it’s not the same anymore. Granted, food isn’t flying onto the floor as much but toys are sailing across the room, cars are being run into my ankles, heads are being butted into my face at an alarming rate. And the giggles are becoming more and more frequent. I’m thinking I’m raising hoodlums who are going to be on YouTube one day for fighting about a dozen other kids by themselves AND winning! I should probably cut  my loses and just teach them to not get caught, how to stay out of jail and keep a lawyer on retainer for just their legal needs. I am teaching them though. After giving them baths, they drop their towel right next to me on the floor and then run and giggle and it has become a game of “Keep away from mommy”. It usually takes about 20 minutes to corral them one by one to get them with clothes on and with all the golf carts riding up and down the road, plenty of our neighbors get a little show of naked kids at the front door. Once I get one of the natives, usually Z as she’s not as sneaky as her brother, I get her on the floor to put her diaper and pajamas on and all of a sudden she sprouts 8 arms and legs. I finally wrestle her into her diaper and pajamas and she’s off to continue the game except she knows she’s not to main target anymore so she can get a little closer to me. G on the other hand will twist and turn and get “just” out of my reach and laugh and giggle and run away again. He’s just as bad as his sister getting the diaper and pajamas on. It wears me out just getting them dressed. You wrestle 16 arms and legs. The natives used to love taking their diapers to the trash can and putting their clothes in the hamper. Not no more! That is beneath them! I have become their slave and they are not afraid of letting me know it because they have me outnumbered 2 to 1 and they are smart enough to know it and use it to their advantage. That is why I love bedtime. I kiss their little curly heads, turn on the sound machine and walk out of their room…to hopefully sit on my butt and do nothing. Yeah, wishful thinking but it’s my goal somedays.

One more day survived. WooHoo!!