Saturday, February 9, 2013


I told the girls we were going to the doctor about an hour before we left the house.

So I pull out of the driveway and I hear this convo:

Lauren:  Let's go to the grocery store, mom!
Addison:  NO LAUREN!!!  We're going to the doctor!!!  (all in a scolding, "weren't you listening" tone)

And about 10 minutes later, still in the car:

Lauren:  Where is the doctor? (I know she was thinking, "this is taking too long!")
Addison:  I DON'T KNOW!!! 


I yawn after a long day at work.

Lauren says, "Oh no mom, nooooo sleepy now"!!!  Dinner first!


On the way home from the babysitter (Our routine is to watch Tivo'd cartoons while we snack)

Lauren to Addison:  I want Octonauts first, ok?
Addison:  No.  Micky Mouse!
Lauren:  Ok.  Octonauts.
Addison:  Nooooooooooooooooo Lauren!  Micky Mouse!!!  RIDICULOUS!!!!!!

Apparently I say "ridiculous" A LOT!


Lauren says, "I'm busy" about 20 times a day. Not in a mean way, not to get out of doing things, she just declares, "I'm busy!".


Addison in the bathtub:  Ooooooooh!  Hello Kitty Bath (bubblebath)
Me:  Yep.  You have a LOT of Hello Kitty stuff, don't you?
Addison:  Hmmmm.... (puts finger on chin, in thinking mode), Hello Kitty Pillows, Hello Kitty necklace, Hello Kitty washcloth, Hello Kitty jackets, Hello Kitty Slippers...*

They crack me up!!!

*You can't have too much Hello Kitty!  Plus, I once told the inlaws that Addison likes Hello Kitty - so we got a TON of Hello Kitty for Christmas.  Also, I think Hello Kitty is kind of slutty in selling the rights to their image to EVERYONE!  :)

Sunday, February 3, 2013

I Reserve My Right to Bitch

There was a post in an online place that I go with a mom that said she felt guilty (or was made to, I can't remember which) if she complained about her children. 

I feel that way too.  Sometimes.

It's one of the subtle effects that going through infertility can have on a person.  Like, maybe there's some kind of unspoken "you get what you ask for" thing.  As if you are not allowed to complain?

Now, I thank the heavens and all that is holy for my children.  Every penny that was spent, injection given, meet up with that lovely probing vaginal wand, appointment kept, stress and worry and sorrow...  I would do it again, in a heartbeat.  To hear the heartbeats -- of my girls.  Seriously, I don't deserve them.  They are amazing and such an incredible gift.

But if everyone else who gets pregnant by having fun in the sack can complain, then I should be able to also.  Just a little.  A little bitchin' should be ok.  I'm not talking about constant, "woe is me" stuff.  But just a little to release some stress, should be ok.

Ever know someone who doesn't EVER complain?  Life is always just peachy? 

I always wonder what those people are hiding.  Because, life is hard.  Parenting is hard.

I respect a person who complains a little - just enough for me to commiserate with them and to feel like I am not alone and crazy if I feel frazzled.

My childcare provider is kind of like that.  OK, these are MY kids.  I KNOW they can be a pain in the behind.  I know Lauren whacks Addison if she is feeling frustrated or jealous and can't verbalize it.  I know they are ridiculously picky eaters.  I know they do their toddler thing and loose all reason and have some rip-roaring screams when things don't go their way.  So on the rare occasion when my childcare provider gets real with me, I sigh and feel relieved. 

Does anyone else feel this way?  Can I get an amen?


Saturday, January 26, 2013


So, this morning we did our thing where Mr. PJ takes one kid and I take another, and we go off and do our own thing.  This is a effort to get one on one time with the kids, while simultaneously getting things done.

Most of the time he does something fun and I'm doing some chore.  Because, you know me, I love chores!  This time he actually took Addison to the recycling center and then to Toys R Us.  Some day they will figure out that I am the boring parent and abandon me.  Or fight over who gets to go with dad. 


I took Lauren to the grocery store. 

As a side note, she will eat the samples of meat and cheese from the deli and say, "mmmm mmmmm", but if I tried to get her to eat them at home at her little table, she would have none of that. 

As another side, when we got home, she said, "mom, I help take in", so I gave her a bag of lettuce to haul into the house.  So helpful.

Now, they usually help put the groceries away, which is annoying because I am tripping over them but it's cute and gives them immese satisfaction so I let them.  I had to make a few trips out to the van to get the groceries, so I had her start putting things away while I worked on that.

She put the veggies in the veggie tray, and I had a lot!  She put the strawberries, blueberries, and yogurt on the counter because she knows they go on the top shelf in the fridge which is out of her reach.

She left the kitchen a few times and said, "I be back mom, ok".  I don't even think I looked at her because I was so busy putting things away.

So when I was done putting the groceries away, I went in the bathroom and there on the counter were the soap and toothpaste.  And back in her room, on the changing table, was her diaper cream.  She had put them away.  By herself.  Without prompting.  Of her own will.

And for someone who teaching 2nd graders and knows that some of them have a HARD time just unpacking their belongings in the mornings - this, to me, seems absolutely genius!

Of course, to my student's credit, she does not go peepee in the potty yet. 

But STILL!!!  Is that not awesome for a two and a half year old?  

I think so.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013


November 14th was my last post!  This is seriously like a record or something.  I don't know what to do with my blog, guys!  I want to stay connected to my readers and have a place to vent and share and express my thoughts freely... but I can't seem to find the time to keep up with it.  Even after just having ten days off...  there were just so many other things!
We were sick for about a week and a half before Christmas.  We're talking multiple trips to the pediatrician, two ear infections, one kid with pneumonia, some stomach virus, ridiculous coughing fits, etc...  It was not pretty.  But we have been total homebodies and I must say, I've loved it.  My house is clean (mostly), we have a set routine that includes slothfulness and plenty of playtime, and I don't feel like I'm juggling two sets of priorities.  It will be HARD to get back into the routine. 

Seriously, I think I will wear my pajamas inside out, my snowflake jewelry, and do the snow dance!  I'm hoping for a snowy winter!  Teachers love snow days!

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Fostering Separate Identities In Twins

Convo with the husband this evening -

Me:  Addison seems ridiculously into those fairies in the commercial.  Maybe Santa should get her one?
Him:  Lauren likes them too.  She screams, "Fayyyyy, Fayyyy" Every time that commercial comes on.  Although, she likes EVERYTHING that her sister likes. 
Me:  OMG, we have to FIX that, like... now!  What can we do?  I want her to have her own personality. 
Him:  Yep.  How do we do that?

Seriously, Lauren is and has always been, ALL about what Addison is into.  Lauren wants to play with the same toy or same type of toy, at the same time.  Or really, whatever Addison is into...

Sometimes I use that to my advantage.  Peer Pressure can work in your favor.  Tonight, Lauren didn't want us to change her into her pajamas.  So I called Addison into the room, and said, "Addison first", and lo and behold, Lauren comes running.

But just like the Halloween costume, I want them to have separate identities. 

Or maybe it's not a big deal at this age.  Maybe all siblings go through that?  I'm a single child.  I don't always get sibling stuff.

Or maybe we have already ruined them...  haha!

Does anyone have any experience with this?  Any opinions?  Surely other twins have the same issue at some point.

My pediatrician said that his fraternal twins were the same way, that his leader figured out that he could switch toys and then sneakily switch back to the toy he really wanted to play with... haha!

Saturday, November 3, 2012


That is what my girls called Halloween.  Happoween!  I really think they "got" the whole concept this year, which makes me super excited about Christmas and upcoming holidays!

About a month ago, we went to a Cracker Barrel and they had Addison's fairy costume on sale.  Of course, they had one ONE.  Because that is how it is when you have twins and you want two of something.  They only have one in the correct size.  But I figured that I could get Lauren something different, since she is a LOT less girly and I REALLY want to start fostering their individuality more.    

So I got Lauren this super cute strawberry costume.  She loves strawberries.  I thought it would be a hit.  We tried both costumes on two weeks before Halloween.  Lauren flailed her body on the floor and screamed and cried.  It was not pretty.

It was a week before I was able to go out and shop for another costume.  I tried three different stores, and NOTHING.  No costumes.  I finally found a Little Red Riding Hood costume at a party store.  It was super cute.  More crying, tantrums, flailing on the floor...

After Trick or Treating

And so I thought, well...  it will be what it will be.  And thus, after an hour of tantrums my compromise was two dress up tutus, a t-shirt, leggings, a dress up tiara, and one of my necklaces. 

We went to the university and did trick or treating, but by the time we got there it was almost over.  So we went trick or treating in our neighborhood, which was a lot of fun. 

It's crazy how just last year, they weren't even really walking!!!  Well, not that well anyway.

I'm thinking tutus and leggings and cat ears, and painted faces next year, but we will see!!!  They are starting to get very opinionated.  Addison had a giant tantrum today because I didn't have clean leggings for her and so she couldn't wear a dress (it's cold out).  

Otherwise life is good.  Ridiculously busy, but good.  :)

Friday, October 5, 2012

Pretend Play!

This whole, "pretend play" stage is AWESOME!  I'm sure it gets even better, but I am just loving it.  We took the girls to the children's museum last weekend.  It was amazing!  Part of it was that I once worked at this children's museum.  Like... I worked there for a few YEARS!  I haven't been back for at least ten years, and so much of it has changed, but so much of it is the same.  I actually assumed that it was better for older kids, but it was downright perfect for two! 

 My girls are really getting into that pretend play phase lately.  So, a place where there are pretend ships, and pretend farms, and pretend theaters, bakeries, and orchards... well, it was seriously squeel inducing fun!

 And then, we had lunch outside and there happened to be a kid's book festival around the corner.  Score!

That was last weekend.  Then this week the sitter's kids were sick.  Like, one kid had 105.something fahrenheit fever.  105 folks!!!  Like, he was cooking!?!  So, daddy stayed home with the girls one day.  And then her other kid had 103.something fever the next day, so I stayed home with them. 

And I loved it.  It was awesome. 

Except maybe that my substitute was a nice 100 years old guy and my class ate him up and spit him out.  Seriously, at one point I'm told that he said to them, "I'm going to walk out that door and when you can act your age, I will come back".  And he did.  And apparently they got it together! They are an energetic bunch.  I will probably throw them in the dungeon on Monday.  haha!  :)

But my girls were awesome.  I had some summer deja vu going on, and it was all good.

Of course, I sent them back to the sitters today and lo and behold, Addison had 102 fever this evening.  I can't win.