weekly what's up: Still on Hiatus.

Still no news to report, no photos to share.  Our main laptop isn't charging, so I don't have access to our photos, and a blog post without photos is a nothingburger.  No one wants to watch me ramble in black and white for the next twenty minutes.  

Luckily, this week would have been short and sweet anyway.  Not much news to share, other than that the babies (specifically Eulalie) seem to have a death wish and I both ordered a Dechoker and looked up the number for Poison Control this week.  First, she found a large foil sequin on the floor from one of the girls' crafting endeavors and promptly swallowed it, where it got stuck in her throat and would not come out.  It was flat, so it kept sticking to the side of her throat and wouldn't come up or go down.  She finally gagged enough that she started throwing up, and that did the trick, but it was horrible and stressful.

The next day, she somehow got ahold of an ant trap.  Atticus just looked down and she had ants crawling all over her face and she had spilled the liquid bait all over herself.  Luckily it was one that said it was safe for kids and pets, but it also said "keep out of reach of children and pets"... so riddle me that.  Anyway, all's well that ends well, but I am feeling trepidation about keeping an eye on the babies as they become more mobile.

In the meantime, I'm trying to look around the house for anything that should be kept out of the way of the babies, and it's literally impossible.  The floor is always covered with dropped food, even though we literally sweep at least three times a day and vacuum once a day.  Do people with twins just have a robot vacuum running 24/7?  How on earth can a person keep up?  And that's to say nothing of the craft supplies, the Legos, the beads, the GI Joe accessories, the Calico Critters, the little tiny hair rubber bands, the crayons, and all the other things that end up all over the floor all day long that are the perfect size for getting lodged in a tiny airway.  Do they make tiny protective hamster balls for babies to roll around in?  (No, that's a terrible idea.  They would definitely roll themselves down the stairs when the bigger kids inevitably leave the baby gate open like always.). 

Are we certain that twins regularly survive childhood?  I mean, seriously - who was the last adult twin you met?  Maybe they don't really exist.  Or maybe the ones that do make it don't have older siblings or otherwise distracted mothers.  I'd like to see the statistics on that.