Joining the 21st century

I don't read anyone's blog. Truth is, if you send me a link to your homepage, I might not even check it out. I guess I tell myself I just don't have time for that. Justifying my complete insensitivity? Maybe. Even as I write now, I'm starting to hear a baby cry. It's 6:26 a.m. on a Saturday morning. Last night went something like this: Ryan and I give the babes (Andrew and Colin, 4 months) their "dream feed" at 9:30 p.m. At 2:30, Andrew starts crying. I run downstairs to warm bottles in the microwave (a practice my mom most recently informs me might cause permanent brain damage - but it IS faster.) I hand a sleepy Ryan the bottle and the crying babe, and he trudges down the stairs to the office. Nothing like a middle of the night feed and an episode of Prison Break. Meanwhile, I wake Colin and discover he is completely soaked and stinking of pee. Did I really forget to take off his cloth diaper before bed? Had it been Ryan who had forgotten, you better believe he would have gotten in trouble for that one. Now I only have myself to blame. So I strip him completely down, he cries (it's freezing!), and we finally settle in for his bottle. No burps, I lay him back down and start pumping.

Can I say that the only thing that keeps me going when it comes to pumping is my iPod? Hello - welcome to the 21st generation, Jen. I've discovered the world of podcasts. One of my favs- ManicMommies. Profane at times, I admit, but it makes me laugh. I've decided that may be one of my top priorities in this season of life - just keep laughing. (Thanks to my witty husband, who makes that all the more possible.) Last night's podcast was an episode of Fresh Air. I was in and out of consciousness while learning a little about Richard Nixon - scumbag, I guess. Reminds me of my absolute political naivete when I was a student studying abroad in France. We were discussing Watergate in a class, and I claim that Nixon was a democrat. In my family growing up, if you did something bad, you were of course a democrat.

Yes, I'll probably have to talk politics in this blog at some point. Hopefully, I'm a little better informed now at the age of 33 than I was at 20!

Back to the babes, yes, I think one continues to cry, and that means this blog has to end here really darn quick. I'm starting a blog, certainly not because I have free time on my hands, but because I want to first, make some sort of coherent sense of these very long days as the mother of five (Audrey-7, Nathan-5, Camille-4 (next week!), Andrew and Colin (4 months). I want to remember them, and let's face it. A babybook is not likely in the twins' near future.