It has a been an amazing but very very tiring weekend with the twins. I am sitting here trying to remember what I did, but at the same time I am trying to keep my eyes open long enough to write. Well Friday one the twins had her first night terror. For those of you who don’t know what a night terror is, picture the scariest movie you have ever seen, picture that typical child of that horror movie (for some odd reason they are generally twins), remember that scene? Well its kind of like that but worse. It wouldn’t shock me if horror movie filmmakers used their kids ‘night terrors’ as inspiration for horror scenes. I tried to calm her. Nothing. She finally relaxed, and grabbed onto my finger until she calmed down. This all happened at 2 in the morning. I can tolerate the noise and screaming, but was worried about neighbours. Luckily my neighbours take the whole ‘love thy neighbour’ saying to heart, and have always been really nice to me. Several months back one of the babies was screaming so much that they knocked on the door to see what the problem was. Surprisingly, they not only offered to help, they offered to watch the other baby if I needed to go to the hospital. Thankfully, everything turned out OK, and eventually the baby calmed down. There are still very good people out there! Have hope people.
I went online to see what advice I can get. I think Google is a way better physician than a hospital. Although Google is a plethora of misinformation, it has its purpose. Let me explain why, I could wait in an emergency ward for three hours, and wait for some oddball doctor to tell me to, “give her some Tylenol” or I can go to Google, and find that out in 3.4 seconds.
Turns out there isn’t much you can do. Just hang out near the baby, and eventually she’ll calm down. Or play really loud rock music so the neighbour wont hear the baby screaming. In the end it was all OK, got my five-and-half hours of sleep, and took the babies to see their first movie the next day. Of course, once again, manipulating the double stroller up the metro stairs. Generously, an STM worker offered to assistance helping me up the four flights of metro stairs.
Taking twin two year olds to a movie, is to say the least, a very interesting experience. I ‘parked the stroller outside the theatre door, and walked in with a baby on each side, holding their ‘kid snack trays’, and my drink. They could not care less about Alvin and The Chipmunks (as very few people would, i’m certain), they were more intrigued by the popcorn, and kinder surprise in from of them (by the way, Kinder surprises are illegal in the states, yep you can have lots of guns, but no kinder surprise). Surprisingly, we lasted an hour at the movie!. Did I mention I had decided to place my drinks, and babies ‘trays’ on the theatre floor, someone kicked my drink over, and generously went and bought me another one. Overall, I would likely take them to a movie again. That is assuming I had enough ‘ammo’ AKA food stuff to distract them while watching the movie. I would also try to get to the movie early enough, so the theatre is lit up, and I can place the kids in the seats. Rather than stumble all over a dark theatre, making noise, and trying to somehow arrange a twin on each side, and myself in the middle. Perhaps I will see if I have a friend who is willing to go see a movie with my twin two year old girls?. That would be one heck of a friend. Our eventful Saturday progressed, and we continued on our excursions.
We stopped by my house for a little bit. Of course, they took their naps in the stroller on the way home, so guess who doesn’t get a nap!. A couple hours later, I took them to a local charity dinner for an physical disabilities organization I had worked for. They sat for about five minutes, and lucky for me one of my old teachers was there with her child. Her daughter entertained my kids while I pigged out.
So that’s my Saturday! How was yours?
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