Monthly Archives: February 2015

Feb15

Brr

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It was cold enough today that we stayed home from church and adjusted all our other plans to keep us confined to the house. The bad news is it doesn’t look like it will warm up all week and they are even calling for snow tomorrow. Our house struggles with below freezing temperatures and we’ve got the heat cranking but we still have to bundle up in the house. The insulation Chris and Keith installed in Helen Jeanette’s room is making a huge difference and she’s plenty cozy but Killian’s crib is in an especially cold corner and we may need to have him sleep in the pack and play in our room this week. The pipes to our washing machine always freeze in this kind of weather so Chris spent some time this afternoon cutting a hole in the dry wall to stuff insulation around the pipes. I hope it works because being without washing capabilities is a huge downer if you cloth diaper!

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Feb10

Anecdote

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I have no pictures to go with this because they would not be appropriate.

I was sitting feeding Killian and my other breast was out of my shirt but covered with a nursing bra. Helen Jeanette came and folded down my bra and held her little stuffed bear to my breast while saying ‘mmmm’.

This made me so happy to have 2 little babies.

Later in this same (not particularly long) nursing session Helen Jeanette was climbing on her chair (I let her climb on the arms but not the back because of the fall possibility) and she fell and hit her head. I had to take Killian off and leave him fussing on the couch and cuddle Helen Jeanette. I cuddled her until she calmed down and was fine to walk off, but as soon as she saw me pick up Killian all the hardship and tears returned. This time she only got an offer to sit with us on the couch, which she adamantly refused.

This makes me less happy to have 2 little babies.

During this same nursing session (seriously we were still on the same boob) Helen Jeanette ran into her room and slammed the door. She then immediately started crying because she can’t get out.

Womp womp.