Logan was a doll and after Renee had said good bye, and slowly made her retreat; he only cried for about a minute and then returned to the play area. They can wave bye bye, but don't really get the context since when they can't find you after you've made your big exit, it's like a light goes on, "Oh you meant BYE BYE, and you're not coming back right away"....and the crying begins. I supposed it's for the best right now anyway.
My first stumbling block was the morning nap, but I knew that Logan could go down on his own, as long as he had had his bottle first. This is when I anticipated I would breast feed little Isabelle and then have a break, albeit a brief one. I wasn't totally insane in thinking that they would coordinate brilliantly right off the bat! Unfortunately, Logan was in foreign territory in Isabelle's crib and didn't want to go down. Knowing that Renee will let him cry it out a bit, I waited downstairs with Isabelle for as long as I could. 14 minutes later, I was up taking him from the crib and returning him to playtime. I thought I had done well, and I didn't want him to hate me forever......I had visions of him remembering years from now.....You were that horrible woman who left me alone in a crib for 18 minutes when I was a year old, and so on and so forth. Only now, I had a problem. I needed to be able to breast feed Isabelle in somewhat quiet for her to go down, and I knew that wasn't going to happen with a one year old around who is completely mobile and quick on his feet to boot. I therefore did what any self respecting Mom and pseudo Auntie would do............I DROVE around aimlessly until they konked out.
Capitulation #1
Capitulation #2
Together = One Happy Mom
Lunchtime was next, and actually went off without a hitch. I put Logan in the high chair and sat Isabelle on my lap. He didn't seem at all interested in his main course until Isabelle tried it and the gauntlet was thrown. Delicious, and a hearty serving was promptly ingested.
In the afternoon we went for a long walk, Logan in the Chariot, and Isabelle in the Beco on my chest. I could see the many passers by, and their questioning looks. For Pete's sakes lady, if you're going to have twins, you might prepare yourself properly with the right stroller. Ah well, we managed just fine anyway, and Logan had a nice cat nap while Isabelle helped me to push him around Dow's Lake. She thought she was being quite helpful, I'm sure, but it felt like she was trying to throw herself out of the Beco face first so she could control the stroller all on her own.
TWINS though................I therefore did what I think any Mom of twins would do after a long day, or just a regular day for that matter!