Kaleidoscope of Mayhem

I don't remember for sure what grade I got in shop class in junior high, but based off of my experience building a kaleidoscope with Madison at the Lowe's Build and Grow Workshop yesterday, I'm pretty sure I got an F. Or even and F-.















Notice the fine lines, precision and craftsmanship.
It was a seemingly simple task that even 3 year olds around me appeared to be mastering. They give you pre cut particle board pieces, some nails, a hammer, mirrors, a colorful wheel, and EASY, ya EASY directions on how to assemble it all. What the directions should have said was this..."Here are some ridiculously small nails and some very flimsy particle board that splits even if you think about hammering it...go ahead and put it all together while listening to 25 other kids hammering away in the back ground but don't lose your concentration." The only thing I had going for me was I wasn't hungover...I couldn't have taken the hammering or ridiculous number of kids for that matter. (Yes, I've done things with my children hung over before...shocker. But that's a story for another day).


I'm thankful I had a friend with me who figured hers out, even though hers ended up "painted" with blood that we never figured out where it came from. I try to be a silver lining type of person where possible so I tried to turn it around and figured it was a perfect time to reflect and ask myself "WWJD?" Being he was a carpenter and all, there was no reason he couldn't help me out. But whatever, we figured it out.









I did my part, the kaleidoscope works, and I got to spend some time with my sweet girl Madison. In the end it is really an opportunity for her to practice using extra caution and pay attention to her surroundings when playing with her toys since she has to be careful of the nail coming through the wood on the end she looks in. When Madison is tired of playing with it I'm thinking about auctioning it off to struggling optometrists who are in need of new patients.

The important question now is do I label it "Made in the USA" or "Made in Mexico? Madison did help a little, I don't want to steal her thunder....completely.

Turn and cough...but which way?

Being sick while your main focus is taking care of a baby is difficult, but having twins makes it even more of a challenge. Peyton has bronchitis and I've been sick as well. Cameron has been fortunate and steered clear of the germs. I was feeding both of them as I usually do...in a bobby pillow on each side of me...when I had to cough. Usually, one would just turn their head and cough away from the baby, but when you are surrounded, with your hands up so to speak (or holding bottles up)...there aren't many options. I could have coughed straight up into the air but I figured that would only create a shower of germs for everybody to play in. So, not because I have favorites, but my decision was to turn and cough towards Peyton. She is already sick so it just seemed like the logical thing to do. Cameron smiled at me shortly after as if to say thank you so I felt pretty good about my spur of the moment decision.

On a positive note, Peyton is really enjoying this being sick thing. For some reason she smiles every time I suck her nose out and when I blow my nose. I might have to pick up another bulb suction thing just for fun. I can already imagine the looks I'd get from a babysitter when I give directions for the kids...."If Peyton gets fussy you can just put her in the swing, or pretend like you are sucking snot out of her nose. If that doesn't work here is a box of Kleenex for you to pretend like you are blowing your nose." I'm sure those babysitters will be lining up at the chance to watch the Delgado girls!

Mother of Multiples Q&A

Here I will list absolutely unacceptable comments/questions that I've heard in the past few months and the response that I feel is appropriate for each. If you ask one of these questions it is our right to call you an idiot or any other term we feel fits you.

“Are they twins.” Appropriate response: “You know we aren’t exactly sure yet.”
“Are they yours?” Appropriate response: “No I thought they were yours…dun dun duuuun”
“Oh you have your hands full!” Appropriate response: “Yes but not too full to punch you in your face.”
“Were you trying to have twins?” Appropriate response: “ Well kind of…we were trying to have Siamese twins.” Side note…believe it or not I’ve been asked this twice.

Let me first start off with a disclaimer. For those of you who may be reading this and don’t know me very well, it is very important to me that above all one thing is understood….I unconditionally love each of my children with all of my heart. That’s not to say there won’t be a few comments here or there that may have some of you thinking I might try to sell one of them on ebay some days, or half.com on other days, but no matter how crazy it gets, I love my children and I love my life. I’m also a firm believer of comic relief. So if you are too, read on. If you aren’t, I don’t know, go browse ebay or something to look for a bidding war on one of my kids. Additionally, if you are one of those parents who likes the smell of your baby’s poop and is up showered waiting for your baby to wake up every morning, this reading isn’t for you; trust me. This is parenthood uncensored and absolutely unedited…I don’t have time to go back so spell check is as far as we get!