Saturday, July 3, 2010

I love France.....

I love France! Never thought I would write those words.  We had a garde de nuit last night.  Translates as night duty.  A young woman, says she 21 looks about 12, stayed with the boys from 2200 last night until 0700 this morning.  We both were able to get a good nights sleep.  All for only 50 euros.


Old post that was not posted timely.

A typical day....

0700-Wake up and feed the twins.  One feeds from a breast and the other gets a bottle.  When finished with feed, Julia expresses milk.
0800-Wake up, dress and feed Samuel.
0900-1100-Do laundry, play with Samuel, clean up after Samuel, wash bottles and pump parts.  
1100-Feed the twins.  One feeds from a breast and the other gets a bottle.  When finished with feed, Julia expresses milk.
1200-Feed Samuel.
1300-Put Samuel down for his nap.
1300-1500-Julia and I eat lunch and talk(imagine that!).
1500-Wake up Samuel from nap. Feed the twins.  One feeds from a breast and the other gets a bottle.  When finished with feed, Julia expresses milk.
1600-Feed Samuel a snack.
1600-1830-Do laundry, play with Samuel, clean up after Samuel, wash bottles and pump parts.
1830-Feed Samuel.  Every other night the twins get a bath.  When preparing Samuel's dinner we also make and refrigerate Samuel's lunch for the next day.
1900-Feed the twins.
1930-Take Samuel upstairs for bath, book(s) and bed.  The one that does not take Samuel upstairs prepares dinner.
2000-Eat dinner.
2100-We alternate the evenings.  One of us goes to bed while the other stays up and does the dishes and prepares the bottles for the evening feeds.
2300-Feed the twins.  The one that feeds the twins then tries to sleep in the downstairs guest room or on the couch.  We keep the boys downstairs so that the one who went upstairs at 2100 can, hopefully, get about 6 hours of uninterrupted sleep.
0400-Approximately.  When the boys wake up hungry, the one that was downstairs goes upstairs and wakes the other up and we switch positions.  We are trying to get the boys to sleep through the night so we let them sleep as long as they can.



Samuel is French.....Oh no!

When Samuel and I are outside kicking or throwing a ball around he does not say ball, he says "ballon."  Not only does he say ballon, according to our neighbors, he says it with a perfect French accent.  The battle is lost before it has even begun.