saturdays

there's no alarm clock to go off, as none was set. with two, 10 month old boys, do we really need to have, or use an alarm? no because they are our new wake up calls, biologically set to go off anywhere from 5:30 to 6:00 am. and with twins, if it's not one, there's a solid chance it's the other.

these days we keep our sleeping fingers crossed that it's more like the 6:00 am and not like 5:20 time. if it turns out to be 5:20, we can try to give them some formula and rock them back to sleep in the dark of their early morning room. that scenario is a long shot and with two, even if you get one back to sleep, the other one might wake up right at the end of your nicely laid work; frustrating and better to not allow yourself to dream like that. ah dream, that's a lot what this is all about. i just want to get back to that amazing, fantasy filled, dream i was right in the middle of, or to let my weary bones recover just a bit longer before having to be jolted upright and start carrying babies or moving babies away from some trouble they're about to get into.

so today, saturday morning, this wake-up picture was drawn at 6:00 am, not too bad as it can go. baby finn was already in our bed, as he got up at 4:30 am and needed some breast feeding and hands on kind of care. at that time in the morning this care can only be giving from a horizontal position and with one of two eyes barely open. you know, that dream thing again and trying to stay in it. so, finns in the bed and we are all still sawing logs when oliver gives his 10 month old form of calling out to let us know that he's awake. these days i am starting to give in, and my biorhythm is beginning to adjust to what seems to be a crazy time to get up, especially on the weekend, and i popped right up and went to answer his call. oliver was standing and at the edge of his crib, with the happiest to see you look you can want from someone. on a snap from ones finger, my mood lightened, and i was alive like the morning light softly coming in the room.

by the time i changed his diaper and had some nose to nose kissing with oliver, i could hear finn in the other room calling out to the dog who sleeps on the floor, at the foot of our bed. the dog's name is oscar, and finn calls to him by just saying ah, ah, ah. we think it's the beginning of of what will become, ah-scar, and there he is, ah, at the end of our bed curled up in a ball and the one out of all of us, who gets to be normal and continue to sleep. i bring oliver into the bed with finn and yvette so he can play while we try to relax a little longer. if we can't sleep, maybe we can at least exert the least amount of energy, without actually still being asleep. so laying in bed, each with a baby in hand, we started the day.  the boys are starting to really be inner active, so we played and laughed with them, and we talked about what we wanted to do on this day. we ducked under the covers, we played peek-a-boo with the pillows, and we tried to show them how to get off the bed without going head first. we lifted them by their chests, from our backs, high as we could in the air, and let them pretend to be flying, and their faces lit up as if they really were.

after about an hour, we got up to face the day. we had a blast and bonded, and we had that tight feeling in our bellies from all the jiggling laughter. it dawned on yvette and i on this morning, we are a real family, a family and this is how our saturdays would be. it reminded me of my youth and the many saturdays i had with my family as their child. there just isn't anything better and we are blessed by the gods to have this special day; saturday.