4 days with the minis. Or well, day 1 and then exhaustion.

Day 1: This morning was a little early for Aunt Debs. At 4:40, Jess rolled in and said something about getting me up earlier so I could sleep more. Whatever, she was clearly drunk/nuts. I mumbled something about downstairs and somehow pulled myself out of bed and down to her bedroom, where both she and Dusty were holding vigil over Brylee. Possibly looking for her pacifier amongst the blankets and chubs. Who knows. Anyway, a half hour later, the Cejkas departed for their snow skiing escape, and my duties officially started. By 7am, Brylee was sleeping soundly in her crib with pacifier #2, and Brooklyn was completely wrapped around my head, smacking me in the eye every few minutes. 7:45 and Brylee announced she was done with sleeping and ready for some action. Then she gave me the saddest I have ever heard come out of that little ball of cuteness. My heart melted because she sounded like she was just crushed that she had to wake up. It was like putting into a sound the way you feel every morning when your alarm goes off and you have to go to work. Life sucks! So, I put them both on the floor, turned on Einstein, and headed to the kitchen to get bottles. it was then that all hell broke lose, and Brooklyn gave me her first "don't ever leave me again, ever!" scream as I left her eyesight. And then they both proceeded to crawl after me. Cutest/loudest thing ever. I picked up Brooklyn and took her with me to get the bottles, then laid them both back down on the boppy, handed them a bottle, and watched them happily eat away. So freakin' glad they hold their own bottles now. I had just enough time for a diaper change before January (Jessica's nanny/neighbor) rolled in to take over. I showered, tried unsuccessfully to get a wave good bye from the minis, and headed to work.

Now get this. Today was the day that my dumb ass (sorry for the cussing, but you will understand how this is the only way to describe me in a second) decided to start working out again. Since there is no tumor, I am assuming I can let my heart rate increase again, so i left work after stuffing a ridiculous number of student bags, and headed to the gym. 45 minutes later, and covered with sweat, I was pretty thrilled with myself. And pretty hungry. So, while dreaming of roasted broccoli (and trying to decide if I really thought Jess had broccoli at her house) I drove back to my hangout for the whole weekend, the Cejka house. Once there, January informed me everyone was sleeping. Score! Yea, score for about 20 minutes. And then both babies were very suddenly awake, and not too happy about it. Brooklyn was super clingy and almost went back to sleep at one point. Brylee, on the other hand, was perfectly happy "working" on Aunt Debs' blackberry. This was fine as long as it stayed out of her mouth. We watched some news, chased Simba, and had all sort of fun tickling and walking across the room. That's right, they are both walking. Then we had some green beans for dinner (because I refuse to feed them Veg-All, Jessica, until all other foods have been eaten. And lots of cheerios. And some puffs, although, somehow Aunt Debs was only let with about 10 puffs in the can. I almost walked out right then and there. Until I found a back up can of veggie sticks and decided it wasn't quite the end of the world. Oh, and in case you are wondering, I ate a lunchable for dinner. Yep, I totally understand how single moms lose weight. They dont have time to eat. After dinner we played with Nana, who rolled in to help and brought me a fish sandwich from McDonalds (because it is Friday, she tells me...didn't have the heart to tell her I am not Catholic), as well as 2 cupcakes. Eventually bedtime rolled around, and we put on our footie pajamas and warmed up bottles. Everything was going smooth until Jeremy decided to visit his nieces. And then Nana took a cell phone call with a half asleep Brooklyn in her arms. Brylee went to bed like a champ (to be fair, she has lots of experience being put to sleep by Aunt Debs), but Brooklyn's head popped up after the cell phone was answered, and it was down hill after that. She eventually went to bed around 9:30, and I got into bed soon after. It was a long week and an even longer evening...

Day 2. Eh, who am I kidding. Day 2-4: Too exhausted to blog. Too exhausted to eat. Too exhausted to do much other than make sure the minis don't kill themselves or each other. How do single mom's function? If you want to hear about the rest of my weekend with the cutest twins around, just ask me. I am too tired to type it up.