Now that my twins have learned to crawl and will soon be learning to walk I begin to realize that it is not their mobility that is the problem, it is their curiosity. Everything their father or I touch becomes liquid gold to them. They immediately have to touch it, bite it, throw it against the wall...as they are trying to do so to my laptop right now.
I feel that I must correct everyone who warned me of the situation before. No, it is not their mobility that is the issue. I feel quite certain that if they crawled around in circles giggling I would be perfectly at ease. Instead, everything within arms reach becomes theirs.
People think that just because they can't scream "mine" they don't understand the concept. I beg to differ. They get ahold of my laptop, I take it away, they scream because since they have now thoroughly touched it, slobbered on it, and bitten it, it MUST be their laptop now. You take away the cell phone they have begun to gnaw on, that is a screaming offense because it is their cell phone now. Just took away a sharp piece of glass that somehow got on the floor and probably saved your baby from a poking out an eye? Well, that doesn't matter to them! Because it is theirs now.
If you think that the random objects within reach is the only thing that is theirs then you are dead wrong. They don't just own your things, they own you. You wanted to go get a sandwich from the kitchen, well you better wait for their nap time because that is a screaming offense because you are theirs. On second thought, you may have to just skip the sandwich because naptimes are also a screaming offense, but this is quite the dilemma because being tired is very much a screaming offense.
In other words if you do not let them have everything in sight, a day without naps while still not letting them get tired, then you are probably going to have a fun filled day full of screaming offenses. There are days where I begin to believe that perhaps capital punishment is perhaps a form of mercy to mothers of eight-month-old twins. (Because there are some crazy people out there, I am going to take a moment to say I'M KIDDING) It's as if they believe they did us a duty by kicking us in the ribs, kicking on your bladder and ripping out of your stomach. (Had a c-section) You would think it would be the other way around, but oh no, they did you the favor. And don't you dare to forget it, that is a screaming offense.
I feel that I must correct everyone who warned me of the situation before. No, it is not their mobility that is the issue. I feel quite certain that if they crawled around in circles giggling I would be perfectly at ease. Instead, everything within arms reach becomes theirs.
People think that just because they can't scream "mine" they don't understand the concept. I beg to differ. They get ahold of my laptop, I take it away, they scream because since they have now thoroughly touched it, slobbered on it, and bitten it, it MUST be their laptop now. You take away the cell phone they have begun to gnaw on, that is a screaming offense because it is their cell phone now. Just took away a sharp piece of glass that somehow got on the floor and probably saved your baby from a poking out an eye? Well, that doesn't matter to them! Because it is theirs now.
If you think that the random objects within reach is the only thing that is theirs then you are dead wrong. They don't just own your things, they own you. You wanted to go get a sandwich from the kitchen, well you better wait for their nap time because that is a screaming offense because you are theirs. On second thought, you may have to just skip the sandwich because naptimes are also a screaming offense, but this is quite the dilemma because being tired is very much a screaming offense.
In other words if you do not let them have everything in sight, a day without naps while still not letting them get tired, then you are probably going to have a fun filled day full of screaming offenses. There are days where I begin to believe that perhaps capital punishment is perhaps a form of mercy to mothers of eight-month-old twins. (Because there are some crazy people out there, I am going to take a moment to say I'M KIDDING) It's as if they believe they did us a duty by kicking us in the ribs, kicking on your bladder and ripping out of your stomach. (Had a c-section) You would think it would be the other way around, but oh no, they did you the favor. And don't you dare to forget it, that is a screaming offense.