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Wednesday, April 21, 2010
When twins figure out there IS an "oldest" child
Have twins have fights arguements.
From the moment they are born you know they will love each other and sometimes love to hate each other. It's what siblings do, and for twins it starts even earlier, like in the womb.
There is a 20 minute time limit between birthing one twin and the other. A rule put down in some book somewhere so the body doesn't start thinking it's done (or some crap like that). My boys pushed that limit, and were born 17 minutes apart. I knew soon after that 17 minutes would make a world of difference to the eldest child one day. We chose right then and there to avoid telling them there was an "oldest" child for as long as possible.
It wasn't hard to do, we just never said anything about the time they were born. They were born on the same day and that was it. It was hard enough for them to understand that not everyone has a twin, and that most people aren't born at the same time as their brother.
When they were about 5, they figured out they couldn't have been born at the exact same time. They came to me and asked who was first. And I told them. I was careful to use the word first, without any reference to time.
One of their first grade teacher assistant's happened to be a twin. She approached me a few weeks into school and asked me, "They don't know who the oldest is do they?"
I responded "No they don't"
She said,"You did that on purpose didn't you?"
I just smiled as one of them approached. She understood why I did it and agreed that avoiding one more reason to argue was probably a good idea.
Monday night, while showing off various ways to use body parts to make farting noises, T2 asked me, "Who is the oldest?"
T1 immediately interrupted and said, "I have to be the oldest because I was born first. That's what a girl on the bus said."
(thanks girl on the bus)
T2 said, "Ok he is the oldest, but how much older?"
I was careful in what I would say next, because I knew it would be hard on T2. I asked him if it would matter if he was a day older or a month older like a friend of theirs. He responded that it wouldn't matter, because they are all the same.
"Ok" I said, "T1 is 17 minutes older than you."
"17 MINUTES!!!"
You would have thought I gave him a death sentence. He literally keeled over. And then made a farting noise louder than his brother to prove he could still hang with someone older than him.
A little while later, as I was entering their room to tuck them in I overheard this conversation.
T1: You know Mommy says you have to listen to kids who are older than you. (completely out of context)
T2: I AM NOT DOING YOUR HOMEWORK FOR YOU!!!
At least I made it 7 3/4 years before I heard that one.
From the moment they are born you know they will love each other and sometimes love to hate each other. It's what siblings do, and for twins it starts even earlier, like in the womb.
There is a 20 minute time limit between birthing one twin and the other. A rule put down in some book somewhere so the body doesn't start thinking it's done (or some crap like that). My boys pushed that limit, and were born 17 minutes apart. I knew soon after that 17 minutes would make a world of difference to the eldest child one day. We chose right then and there to avoid telling them there was an "oldest" child for as long as possible.
It wasn't hard to do, we just never said anything about the time they were born. They were born on the same day and that was it. It was hard enough for them to understand that not everyone has a twin, and that most people aren't born at the same time as their brother.
When they were about 5, they figured out they couldn't have been born at the exact same time. They came to me and asked who was first. And I told them. I was careful to use the word first, without any reference to time.
One of their first grade teacher assistant's happened to be a twin. She approached me a few weeks into school and asked me, "They don't know who the oldest is do they?"
I responded "No they don't"
She said,"You did that on purpose didn't you?"
I just smiled as one of them approached. She understood why I did it and agreed that avoiding one more reason to argue was probably a good idea.
Monday night, while showing off various ways to use body parts to make farting noises, T2 asked me, "Who is the oldest?"
T1 immediately interrupted and said, "I have to be the oldest because I was born first. That's what a girl on the bus said."
(thanks girl on the bus)
T2 said, "Ok he is the oldest, but how much older?"
I was careful in what I would say next, because I knew it would be hard on T2. I asked him if it would matter if he was a day older or a month older like a friend of theirs. He responded that it wouldn't matter, because they are all the same.
"Ok" I said, "T1 is 17 minutes older than you."
"17 MINUTES!!!"
You would have thought I gave him a death sentence. He literally keeled over. And then made a farting noise louder than his brother to prove he could still hang with someone older than him.
A little while later, as I was entering their room to tuck them in I overheard this conversation.
T1: You know Mommy says you have to listen to kids who are older than you. (completely out of context)
T2: I AM NOT DOING YOUR HOMEWORK FOR YOU!!!
At least I made it 7 3/4 years before I heard that one.
There are two things in life for which we are never truly prepared: twins. ~Josh Billings
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Who are these smart mouthed kids?
NOT MINE!
That's for sure.
I think they get it from their father.
Background of the story - I work for/with my father at our business.
During dinner last night I asked the twins our normal round of questions about their day. One of which is "Did you ask any good questions today?" I think it inspires them to seek more knowledge and not just let it come to them. They gave their normal responses about questions in math and reading.
When they asked me the question, I responded with, "I called Pe-Paw and asked him about some rates we were working on."
T1's immediate response, "Ohhhh, you had to call your Daddy and ask him questions!"
Incompetent, I'm not.
Also on the topic of discussion yesterday was the word "diva." Someone had used the word to describe T2's girlfriend and he took great offense thinking it was similar to devil. I explained that it was used to describe a girl that has to look just so and may be somewhat of a show off. T2 was much happier with that answer. Especially when he said, "Oh, so your an old lady diva!"
Diva, I'm not.
I don't know where these kids are getting it from, but it seems to be never ending. That was just one day. Imagine my week!
Does anyone else have a sarcastic child?
That's for sure.
I think they get it from their father.
Background of the story - I work for/with my father at our business.
During dinner last night I asked the twins our normal round of questions about their day. One of which is "Did you ask any good questions today?" I think it inspires them to seek more knowledge and not just let it come to them. They gave their normal responses about questions in math and reading.
When they asked me the question, I responded with, "I called Pe-Paw and asked him about some rates we were working on."
T1's immediate response, "Ohhhh, you had to call your Daddy and ask him questions!"
Incompetent, I'm not.
Also on the topic of discussion yesterday was the word "diva." Someone had used the word to describe T2's girlfriend and he took great offense thinking it was similar to devil. I explained that it was used to describe a girl that has to look just so and may be somewhat of a show off. T2 was much happier with that answer. Especially when he said, "Oh, so your an old lady diva!"
Diva, I'm not.
I don't know where these kids are getting it from, but it seems to be never ending. That was just one day. Imagine my week!
Does anyone else have a sarcastic child?
If there were no schools to take the children away from home part of the time, the insane asylums would be filled with mothers. ~Edgar W. Howe
Friday, April 2, 2010
Twins mean never taking a break
I'm taking a break from Friday's Featured Cause - to talk a little bit about one of the biggest causes in my house. (don't worry, you'll have a new feature next week).
The biggest cause in our house is not usually the chd, it is usually a four letter word.
TWIN.
Or sometimes a five letter word
TWINS.
It is amazing how two little people can cause so much chaos in one house.
The twins are 7 now, and I have attempted to get used to the fact that we have twins. I refer to them as the twins, only to seperate them from little man. Little man cannot do many of the things they can, so they have a different set of rules. But in our house I call them by their names (except for when I say the wrong name, heaven forbid). They are two different people who happen to look a whole lot alike and share the same birthday.
To be honest, all the boys in my house look alike. They are all blonde haired and blue eyed just like their Daddy. I'm the one who gets to deny them with my dark hair and green eyes.
The twins only stand out because they also happen to be the same height, carry the same facial expressions, and happen to be able to read each other's minds on occasion. And on occasion it still drives Mommy NUTS!
Listening to them tell me about their day at school now requires raising of hands. Otherwise the competition to talk, the completing of each other's sentences and the volume level all leave me not knowing who actually did what. Just because they know what happened to each other doesn't mean I do.
Nuts is also what happens when Mommy accidentally switches someones lunch. I have color coded most everyday items in our house to simplify life. T1's favorite color is red, so his bookbag, lunchbox, jacket and bat bag are all also red. T2's favorite color is blue - so there you are. It works great, except when Mommy is in a rush and doesn't pay attention to which bag she grabs and puts it in the wrong bookbag. "MOMMY HOW COULD YOU?" is the response I get when they return home. As if they don't have the exact same lunch (somethings are actually the same).
When they try to yell at their tone deaf Mommy from across the yard, I think they go nuts. Mommy only gets their screaming from an acre away voices right 50% of the time. For some reason that gets on their nerves.
Bedtime is still rough, although it isn't as nutty as it used to be. We've never quite mastered the don't pester your brother when it is time to go to sleep. It is a whole lot easier than it was, just not great.
When you are looking for a break, I've got the spot for you.
Today's post was inspired by the blogiversary at Multiples and More. It's a great group that I have been a part of since right after I started blogging. If you are looking to find out more on twins, triplets, quads, quints, then hop on over there. Plus they have a ton of giveaways to celebrate this week!!!
The biggest cause in our house is not usually the chd, it is usually a four letter word.
Or sometimes a five letter word
TWINS.
It is amazing how two little people can cause so much chaos in one house.
The twins are 7 now, and I have attempted to get used to the fact that we have twins. I refer to them as the twins, only to seperate them from little man. Little man cannot do many of the things they can, so they have a different set of rules. But in our house I call them by their names (except for when I say the wrong name, heaven forbid). They are two different people who happen to look a whole lot alike and share the same birthday.
To be honest, all the boys in my house look alike. They are all blonde haired and blue eyed just like their Daddy. I'm the one who gets to deny them with my dark hair and green eyes.
The twins only stand out because they also happen to be the same height, carry the same facial expressions, and happen to be able to read each other's minds on occasion. And on occasion it still drives Mommy NUTS!
Listening to them tell me about their day at school now requires raising of hands. Otherwise the competition to talk, the completing of each other's sentences and the volume level all leave me not knowing who actually did what. Just because they know what happened to each other doesn't mean I do.
Nuts is also what happens when Mommy accidentally switches someones lunch. I have color coded most everyday items in our house to simplify life. T1's favorite color is red, so his bookbag, lunchbox, jacket and bat bag are all also red. T2's favorite color is blue - so there you are. It works great, except when Mommy is in a rush and doesn't pay attention to which bag she grabs and puts it in the wrong bookbag. "MOMMY HOW COULD YOU?" is the response I get when they return home. As if they don't have the exact same lunch (somethings are actually the same).
When they try to yell at their tone deaf Mommy from across the yard, I think they go nuts. Mommy only gets their screaming from an acre away voices right 50% of the time. For some reason that gets on their nerves.
Bedtime is still rough, although it isn't as nutty as it used to be. We've never quite mastered the don't pester your brother when it is time to go to sleep. It is a whole lot easier than it was, just not great.
There are a lot of things I've learned about twins in the past seven years, and I know I still have a lot left to learn. They are two very different people, they just have a lot in common. As their Mommy I work hard to take care of them both at the same time, while adjusting to their individual needs. But still, when they were very little and I had no sleep, I would sit rocking them both and think "thank God, I didn't have triplets."
When you are looking for a break, I've got the spot for you.
Today's post was inspired by the blogiversary at Multiples and More. It's a great group that I have been a part of since right after I started blogging. If you are looking to find out more on twins, triplets, quads, quints, then hop on over there. Plus they have a ton of giveaways to celebrate this week!!!
Monday, March 29, 2010
Why does that matter?
Have seven year olds, have questions. That is the story of my life right now. Only problem is the latest question is beginning to get on my nerves.
T1: Why isn't there school today?
Me: Because it is a holiday.
T1: Why does that matter?
T1: Why do I have to feed the dogs? I fed them last night.
Me: Because I am taking care of your brother.
T1: Why does that matter?
T1: Can I have dessert?
Me: No, if you are still hungry there is food left from dinner.
T1: Why does that matter?
Me: You're game may be cancelled tonight.
T1: Why?
Me: Because the fields are very wet from the rain.
T1: Why does that matter?
What does your child say to get on your nerves?
T1: Why isn't there school today?
Me: Because it is a holiday.
T1: Why does that matter?
T1: Why do I have to feed the dogs? I fed them last night.
Me: Because I am taking care of your brother.
T1: Why does that matter?
T1: Can I have dessert?
Me: No, if you are still hungry there is food left from dinner.
T1: Why does that matter?
Me: You're game may be cancelled tonight.
T1: Why?
Me: Because the fields are very wet from the rain.
T1: Why does that matter?
What does your child say to get on your nerves?
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
What are you teaching your children?
We teach our children all kinds of things, from the abc's to lessons on how to deal with life.
But what is sinking in, and how do you really know?
I'm a firm believer that our children learn by example. They learn what to do and how to do it, from the actions that we, as parents, take. In a bad situation, which you hope upon no one - we want our children to make the right decisions.
Sunday - we had one of those situations. And my children made me so proud.
The twins were playing down the road with their cousin who is only a year younger than them. Running and playing in the snow as all boys do. They were in the back yard where a narrow creek runs the property line. Apparently all the boys were jumping back and forth across a narrow part of the creek. Then my nephew said, and I quote
"Watch the Master," as he jumped across a wider part of the creek.
He missed the other side, and was in water up to his neck. He didn't know what to do and was treading water to stay up.
T1 and T2 jumped into action. T1 went running back to the house as fast as he could while, T2 stayed calm and stayed with my nephew. T2 told him how to swim with his arms to reach a level where he could get out of the water. And my nephew followed directions.
Because they didn't freak out, fight over who was going to do what. Because they thought fast, my nephew didn't drown, or get hypothermia. Help immediately arrived, and he was safe.
I am so proud of our boys! And the new rule in our house,
No one is allowed to say "hey ya'll watch this" or on their level "watch the master."
What do you hope your kids have learned?
But what is sinking in, and how do you really know?
I'm a firm believer that our children learn by example. They learn what to do and how to do it, from the actions that we, as parents, take. In a bad situation, which you hope upon no one - we want our children to make the right decisions.
Sunday - we had one of those situations. And my children made me so proud.
The twins were playing down the road with their cousin who is only a year younger than them. Running and playing in the snow as all boys do. They were in the back yard where a narrow creek runs the property line. Apparently all the boys were jumping back and forth across a narrow part of the creek. Then my nephew said, and I quote
"Watch the Master," as he jumped across a wider part of the creek.
He missed the other side, and was in water up to his neck. He didn't know what to do and was treading water to stay up.
T1 and T2 jumped into action. T1 went running back to the house as fast as he could while, T2 stayed calm and stayed with my nephew. T2 told him how to swim with his arms to reach a level where he could get out of the water. And my nephew followed directions.
Because they didn't freak out, fight over who was going to do what. Because they thought fast, my nephew didn't drown, or get hypothermia. Help immediately arrived, and he was safe.
I am so proud of our boys! And the new rule in our house,
No one is allowed to say "hey ya'll watch this" or on their level "watch the master."
What do you hope your kids have learned?
It's not only children who grow. Parents do too. As much as we watch to see what our children do with their lives, they are watching us to see what we do with ours. I can't tell my children to reach for the sun. All I can do is reach for it, myself. ~Joyce Maynard
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Who is smarter?
For all of you stopping by from Multiples and More - HELLO! For those that don't know, Multiples and More is a great blog dedicated to parents of twins, triplets, quads, etc - hence the name Multiples and More. They are fabulous! Each week they present articles for parents on everything from what type of stroller to buy to books for parents. And of course they feature readers/parents of multiples - which today is on ME! YIPEE!
On to the matter at hand - who is smarter?
That ignorant question got asked by an older gentlemen to my twins while standing in line at Golden Corral Friday night. I about fell over. He apparently knew they were twins, and wanted to ask something witty, but really - who is smarter?
Twins find themselves loving each other, but also in constant competition with each other. As parents, many of us work hard not to compare them. They are two different people, who happen to have been born at the same time. Just like we all have our strengths and weaknesses so do they.
T2 was good, he answered "Well I'm smarter in math, but he is smarter in reading." T1 got upset at the beginning of the statement, hearing that he wasn't as good at math, but then realized what T2 was saying was true. They are different, while their aptitudes are very similar, T1 just gets reading faster. And T2 gets math faster.
The man didn't know how to respond. What did he expect, one of them to say "I am!" Not in my house. No one is "smarter" than anyone else, or "better" than anyone else. We are all different and all good at different things. It may be easy to compare twins, but really, let's not make it worse on them than it already is.
What questions to people ask your kids that you hate?
On to the matter at hand - who is smarter?
That ignorant question got asked by an older gentlemen to my twins while standing in line at Golden Corral Friday night. I about fell over. He apparently knew they were twins, and wanted to ask something witty, but really - who is smarter?
Twins find themselves loving each other, but also in constant competition with each other. As parents, many of us work hard not to compare them. They are two different people, who happen to have been born at the same time. Just like we all have our strengths and weaknesses so do they.
T2 was good, he answered "Well I'm smarter in math, but he is smarter in reading." T1 got upset at the beginning of the statement, hearing that he wasn't as good at math, but then realized what T2 was saying was true. They are different, while their aptitudes are very similar, T1 just gets reading faster. And T2 gets math faster.
The man didn't know how to respond. What did he expect, one of them to say "I am!" Not in my house. No one is "smarter" than anyone else, or "better" than anyone else. We are all different and all good at different things. It may be easy to compare twins, but really, let's not make it worse on them than it already is.
What questions to people ask your kids that you hate?
Monday, January 18, 2010
So Mommy is a Girl
In case you haven't noticed all the blue and brown around here, I -the Mommy - live in a house full of boys.
People say boys are more rambunctious than girls. They say they get dirtier. I don't really know, because I have no comparison other than myself, and well I don't really remember that far back.
Most of the time, the twins don't even remember that Mommy is a girl, unless I do something outrageous like put on makeup. Then they look at my face and say "Mommy, you put that stuff on!" It's the kind of normal in my house, that Mommy is expected to get out and play sports and get dirty, just like the boys. We all have water fights, and nerf gun wars. It was all well and good until Santa brought the dirt bike.
Don't get me wrong, the boys love riding it (now that it is no longer as cold as the Arctic). They and Dear Hubby have created grand plans for everyone in the family to have one, and to go ride trails together. Everyone that is, except Mommy. Mommy is supposed to ride a 4 wheeler. Not Dear Hubby's rule, the twins rule.
Reasons Mommy needs a 4 wheeler. A: Mommy is a girl B: Mommy could get hurt.
Well how 'bout them apples?
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I am not allowed to have a dirt bike? Me? The-non- primpy- hates to wear a dress- played rugby- Mommy? Shock wasn't even the word. I was a little more upset. What have I taught my children that they think I shouldn't have a dirt bike?
Any "girls" in your house?
People say boys are more rambunctious than girls. They say they get dirtier. I don't really know, because I have no comparison other than myself, and well I don't really remember that far back.
Most of the time, the twins don't even remember that Mommy is a girl, unless I do something outrageous like put on makeup. Then they look at my face and say "Mommy, you put that stuff on!" It's the kind of normal in my house, that Mommy is expected to get out and play sports and get dirty, just like the boys. We all have water fights, and nerf gun wars. It was all well and good until Santa brought the dirt bike.
Don't get me wrong, the boys love riding it (now that it is no longer as cold as the Arctic). They and Dear Hubby have created grand plans for everyone in the family to have one, and to go ride trails together. Everyone that is, except Mommy. Mommy is supposed to ride a 4 wheeler. Not Dear Hubby's rule, the twins rule.
Reasons Mommy needs a 4 wheeler. A: Mommy is a girl B: Mommy could get hurt.
Well how 'bout them apples?
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I am not allowed to have a dirt bike? Me? The-non- primpy- hates to wear a dress- played rugby- Mommy? Shock wasn't even the word. I was a little more upset. What have I taught my children that they think I shouldn't have a dirt bike?
After some conversation T1 did finally come around and agree that I could ride, and he would even teach me. T2, against it. He was really afraid of Mommy getting hurt. This from the child without fear of his own life flashing before his eyes.
Saturday, we decided to go for it no matter what the twins said. T1 reluctantly taught me to ride, and T2, decided it was ok, "since I didn't get hurt."
Any "girls" in your house?
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Run while Mommy counts to 10, very slowly
Ever had that moment where you are not quite sure what you are going to do to your child, but know that they are lucky they are not within arm's length.
My adorable, sweet, precious child decided he should push Mommy to that limit while at a Boxing day party on Saturday. The kids had decided to run and play on the stairs during this not so casual party.
By play, I mean slide down all of them on their butt. By run I mean chase each other around the balcony area while squealing.
I walked halfway up the stairs and told my boys (who happened to be showing off for older kids) to calm down. My stepmother was downstairs having a fit at all the noise from the children. I hissed "quit running and sliding, when you do that it echoes through the house"
T1's response: "when you yell at me it echoes"
My adorable, sweet, precious child decided he should push Mommy to that limit while at a Boxing day party on Saturday. The kids had decided to run and play on the stairs during this not so casual party.
By play, I mean slide down all of them on their butt. By run I mean chase each other around the balcony area while squealing.
I walked halfway up the stairs and told my boys (who happened to be showing off for older kids) to calm down. My stepmother was downstairs having a fit at all the noise from the children. I hissed "quit running and sliding, when you do that it echoes through the house"
T1's response: "when you yell at me it echoes"
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Monday, December 7, 2009
HELP! How do I not blow Santa's cover???
Have you heard about the Elf on the Shelf? It is all the new rave. Well, at least at the twins school. Their teachers each have a Elf on the Shelf who watches the children and then goes back to Santa each night and tells whether they have been 'naughty or nice'. Each day he comes back to a different spot in the room.I think it is a great concept, the boys love it. He comes with a special book and you can name him and 'register' online to get 'adoption' papers. The boys have fallen in love with the elf, and all in the year I was afraid the magic of Christmas would start to disappear. They are seven now.
Last night, T1 politely informed me that I didn't have to worry about getting one anymore.
"Why?" I asked
"Because I wrote Santa a note and the Elf in our class took it to him. Santa will send you a Elf on a Shelf."
"Wow!" I responded. Dumbfounded because now I either get to make or break Christmas this year.
There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child. ~Erma Bombeck
Monday, November 16, 2009
what happened AFTER the parent/teacher conference
This past Friday I went to the dreaded parent/teacher conference. I wasn't really worried - they've been great in school. But these are 7 year olds in the 2nd grade and I believe in parent involvement. I don't have to be the class mom, but I do want to know what is going on with my kids.
The conference went really well - I was a proud Mommy as I sat and listened to the teachers just rave about how wonderful our boys are at school. (Inside thinking, are you talking about the same kids who have knock down drag out fights at home?)
Anyway -that's not the point of the story - although I wish it was. At 8am the bell rang for the students to go to their classrooms and we quickly finished up. As the teachers were nice enough to combine the conference for the twins, we happened to be meeting in T2's classroom. I was about to get up when T2 comes bounding into the room and says to all his friends, "That's my Mommy!" and he came over and gave me a big hug. He and I talked for a minute and I tried to figure out why the side of his neck was hurting. Then I told him bye, I wanted to see T1 before the tardy bell rang. T2 gave me a hug bye and I went next door.
T1 was in class, unpacking his book bag, and immediately saw me from across the room. I walked in and said, "Just wanted to say hi since I saw T2." He looked at me with this strange look on his face, something I didn't recognize at first, as he replied "Hi"
T1's assistant teacher immediately engaged me in conversation and I half listened as I watched my son who was beginning to intrigue me. He came within about 3 feet of us to put his jacket and book bag in his cubby. We made eye contact, I tried to engage him in the conversation his teacher and I were having about him, but he just looked at me.
He looked at me with an awkward almost, but not quite, embarrassed look. He rolled his eyes at me. Then he went back to his seat without a word. I finished my conversation and said bye from across the room, T1 grinned, his class clown grin, and said "bye."
That's when I got it.
This was the first time my son didn't want me.
He didn'tt want his MOMMY to embarrass him. In class he is cool - but having MOMMY there in the morning makes him NOT cool.
Well-
Next time Mommy is going to walk right over and make a big production out of hugging her baby boy!
Has your child had their "Mommy's not cool" moment yet?
The conference went really well - I was a proud Mommy as I sat and listened to the teachers just rave about how wonderful our boys are at school. (Inside thinking, are you talking about the same kids who have knock down drag out fights at home?)
Anyway -that's not the point of the story - although I wish it was. At 8am the bell rang for the students to go to their classrooms and we quickly finished up. As the teachers were nice enough to combine the conference for the twins, we happened to be meeting in T2's classroom. I was about to get up when T2 comes bounding into the room and says to all his friends, "That's my Mommy!" and he came over and gave me a big hug. He and I talked for a minute and I tried to figure out why the side of his neck was hurting. Then I told him bye, I wanted to see T1 before the tardy bell rang. T2 gave me a hug bye and I went next door.
T1 was in class, unpacking his book bag, and immediately saw me from across the room. I walked in and said, "Just wanted to say hi since I saw T2." He looked at me with this strange look on his face, something I didn't recognize at first, as he replied "Hi"
T1's assistant teacher immediately engaged me in conversation and I half listened as I watched my son who was beginning to intrigue me. He came within about 3 feet of us to put his jacket and book bag in his cubby. We made eye contact, I tried to engage him in the conversation his teacher and I were having about him, but he just looked at me.
He looked at me with an awkward almost, but not quite, embarrassed look. He rolled his eyes at me. Then he went back to his seat without a word. I finished my conversation and said bye from across the room, T1 grinned, his class clown grin, and said "bye."
That's when I got it.
This was the first time my son didn't want me.
He didn'tt want his MOMMY to embarrass him. In class he is cool - but having MOMMY there in the morning makes him NOT cool.
Well-
Next time Mommy is going to walk right over and make a big production out of hugging her baby boy!
Has your child had their "Mommy's not cool" moment yet?
Monday, October 12, 2009
Lunch for Free
Did you know children may now buy their lunch for free? Yes siree - if your child has an id card, they can walk right up to the line and buy lunch and deduct it from your card. No money - no problem - the children cannot starve and must therefore get free lunch and hey the school will bill ya.
How do we know - well it goes like this. We got two bills last year from the school, one for each kid, for totals under $5.00 each. See on the odd occasion we let them buy lunch, we send the money for lunch. But the a la carte items are extra and instead of TELLING THE CHILDREN THEY CAN'T HAVE WHAT THEY DON'T HAVE MONEY FOR they let them buy whatever the heck they want. Did I mention the twins were in the first grade last year and obviously didn't know there were A LA CARTE options.
Apparently somewhere along the way Tyler figured this out and with his $2.00 in cash, he used $1.00 to buy ONE FRICKIN PENCIL from the school store that he thought was cool and use the other dollar for his lunch, and yeah they let him. No problemo.
This year they haven't been able to buy lunch yet. It is now $2.15, which I'm sure really amounts to $4 or $5. And I can make lunch for less than that each day - plus I KNOW what is in their lunch. I don't know if they will ever buy lunch again - I thought...
See, Nathaniel - dear Nathaniel -left his lunch box on the bus on Thursday MORNING and therefore got a complete ( I guess) lunch for FREE! Yes we are teaching our children the power of credit cards without having to ever pay them. FABULOUS morals we have going on here.
Disclaimer: not that I am against the don't let the child starve policy
How do we know - well it goes like this. We got two bills last year from the school, one for each kid, for totals under $5.00 each. See on the odd occasion we let them buy lunch, we send the money for lunch. But the a la carte items are extra and instead of TELLING THE CHILDREN THEY CAN'T HAVE WHAT THEY DON'T HAVE MONEY FOR they let them buy whatever the heck they want. Did I mention the twins were in the first grade last year and obviously didn't know there were A LA CARTE options.
Apparently somewhere along the way Tyler figured this out and with his $2.00 in cash, he used $1.00 to buy ONE FRICKIN PENCIL from the school store that he thought was cool and use the other dollar for his lunch, and yeah they let him. No problemo.
This year they haven't been able to buy lunch yet. It is now $2.15, which I'm sure really amounts to $4 or $5. And I can make lunch for less than that each day - plus I KNOW what is in their lunch. I don't know if they will ever buy lunch again - I thought...
See, Nathaniel - dear Nathaniel -left his lunch box on the bus on Thursday MORNING and therefore got a complete ( I guess) lunch for FREE! Yes we are teaching our children the power of credit cards without having to ever pay them. FABULOUS morals we have going on here.
Disclaimer: not that I am against the don't let the child starve policy
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Most Admired Mom
T1 got to be the student of the week this week. The student of the week has to bring in pictures and answer some questions about themselves. I helped him by gathering some great pics and spelling all of his answers out on a seperate sheet for him so he could copy them down. (He didn't want to mess up on the sheet that would go on the wall *gasp*).
T2was quite jealous, especially since his class doesn't do student of the week. So T2 decided to rewrite the answers I wrote for T1. These are my boys.
Favorite Color: red BLUE
Favorite Book: The Magic Treehouse HARRY POTTER
Favorite Movie: Harry Potter HARRY POTTER
Favorite Sport: baseball RUGBY
What do you want to be when you grow up: a baseball player A RUGBY PLAYER
What makes you special: I'm a twin I CAN DO 1 PULL UP
What state were you born in: North Carolina
Favorite Food: Poor Man Suprise
Person you most admire: my mom
Favorite Subject: reading MATH
For the record, I don't think T1 actually understood what admire meant, and T2 chose not to answer that question. But either way I'll take it!!!
T2was quite jealous, especially since his class doesn't do student of the week. So T2 decided to rewrite the answers I wrote for T1. These are my boys.
Favorite Color: red BLUE
Favorite Book: The Magic Treehouse HARRY POTTER
Favorite Movie: Harry Potter HARRY POTTER
Favorite Sport: baseball RUGBY
What do you want to be when you grow up: a baseball player A RUGBY PLAYER
What makes you special: I'm a twin I CAN DO 1 PULL UP
What state were you born in: North Carolina
Favorite Food: Poor Man Suprise
Person you most admire: my mom
Favorite Subject: reading MATH
For the record, I don't think T1 actually understood what admire meant, and T2 chose not to answer that question. But either way I'll take it!!!
Friday, September 18, 2009
sayings
I've been collecting some of my favorite sayings from around our house. Some were one time lines that had me double over in laughter. Others were things so true that they have turned into normal language.
- "poop slide": as in I asked T2 how he was doing in the bathroom and he replied, "Mommy, I've got the poop slides!" We still use this one.
- "beans": the twins called change (quarters, dimes, nickels, pennies) beans for years. I always thought it made sense.
- "The best kind of fun, is nonstop fun" Said while hoping mommy wouldn't make them go home and go to bed.
- "let's go to the rocks, cars, or bars" T1 said this to T2 one day while we were outside and Dear Hubby and I both said "What?" Apparently the rocks, cars, or bars on the front steps are very warm and good places to dry off after the pool.
- "Can I stand in the corner again?" said by T1 who had just been released from his first and last time out in a corner.
- "Do you have issues? I've got tissues!" from our stand up comic.
- "selfish hairball" this is what T1 calls T2to make him really mad.
- "huh" ok- so not so funny, but you must hear it come out of Little Man - the two year olds mouth - when we ask him to do something.
If we would listen to our kids, we'd discover that they are largely self-explanatory. ~Robert Brault
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Sick Days
I should've taken a sick day today, but considering all I wanted was the peace and quiet of the office this morning I chose not to.
It sounds awful I know. But really, I spent all weekend with my sick children, and of course, now I have it, but really my office is more peaceful than my house right now.
Of course the kids are no longer sick.
It all started on Thursday evening, I was on my way to practice (I coach) and my hubby called to tell me T1 had a fever. By the time I'd gotten home the school system had called to say that the pig flu (swine flu) was going around. We figured if T1 had it, T2 had it too and there was no sense sending T2 to school to spread it around. So they both stayed home on Friday.
Ty2 was fine - T1wasn't even that bad off.
Until Saturday - T1 had a 101.5 fever all day and a cough to kill. T2 was upset that he couldn't play with his brother and kept asking for something to do. At one point I asked him - "What would you do if you weren't a twin and didn't always have someone to play with? What do you think your friends do?" He was stunned into silence. His poor little 7 year old brain couldn't imagine not having a twin. So Dear Hubby took him away from the house just to give him something to do. T1 laid on the couch pretty much all day.
Sunday came - T1's fever was down, but T2 now had the crud. And poor little Little Man was cranky. So we spent ALL day sunday in our pjs watching movies. (well I read a book while T2's head rested in my lap).
Monday - everyone was better (except for a few coughs here and there), so much for the pig flu. I went to washing. All the sheets, clothes, door handles, etc to rid them from our sickness. I was thrilled that I didn't catch that mess.
Tuesday - I wake up exhausted, over sleep, and have a horrible cough.
It sounds awful I know. But really, I spent all weekend with my sick children, and of course, now I have it, but really my office is more peaceful than my house right now.
Of course the kids are no longer sick.
It all started on Thursday evening, I was on my way to practice (I coach) and my hubby called to tell me T1 had a fever. By the time I'd gotten home the school system had called to say that the pig flu (swine flu) was going around. We figured if T1 had it, T2 had it too and there was no sense sending T2 to school to spread it around. So they both stayed home on Friday.
Ty2 was fine - T1wasn't even that bad off.
Until Saturday - T1 had a 101.5 fever all day and a cough to kill. T2 was upset that he couldn't play with his brother and kept asking for something to do. At one point I asked him - "What would you do if you weren't a twin and didn't always have someone to play with? What do you think your friends do?" He was stunned into silence. His poor little 7 year old brain couldn't imagine not having a twin. So Dear Hubby took him away from the house just to give him something to do. T1 laid on the couch pretty much all day.
Sunday came - T1's fever was down, but T2 now had the crud. And poor little Little Man was cranky. So we spent ALL day sunday in our pjs watching movies. (well I read a book while T2's head rested in my lap).
Monday - everyone was better (except for a few coughs here and there), so much for the pig flu. I went to washing. All the sheets, clothes, door handles, etc to rid them from our sickness. I was thrilled that I didn't catch that mess.
Tuesday - I wake up exhausted, over sleep, and have a horrible cough.
The only thing more needy than a sick child, is a sick husband.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Summer Cleaning
I don't spring clean. It's a nice thought - but spring is baseball season in my house and we really don't have time for anything else. I don't fall clean either. But I do clean prior to the start of a new school year - very similar to spring cleaning I guess. I start at one end of the house and work to the other throwing out, reorganizing, and cleaning everything. The goal is to not have to search for the pencil sharpener after school starts as it will have it's own little space, along with everything else.
I started last Sunday - as it will take me a few weeks to complete. 5 hours I spent on our pantry, laundry room and kitchen. 2 bags of trash later (because instead of throwing away the blender that made it's last milkshake before cracking - it was cleaned and put away) I called it quits for the day. The twins became fascinated after I had washed the outside of the fridge - amazing how new something looks without 1000 fingerprints. T1 actually helped clean the inside of the fridge and the outside of the dishwasher until he got bored. T2 would just walk by with stellar comments like "Is that what it looked like when we bought it?" "Wow Mommy, its just so...so clean!"
I was actually pretty proud of myself and all my hard work. I took the rest of the day off (other than the folding of the laundry) and played in the pool with the boys. The next morning, while fixing breakfast, T2 looked inside the fridge and said "Well it's not perfect, you missed a spot. And another spot right there."
I started last Sunday - as it will take me a few weeks to complete. 5 hours I spent on our pantry, laundry room and kitchen. 2 bags of trash later (because instead of throwing away the blender that made it's last milkshake before cracking - it was cleaned and put away) I called it quits for the day. The twins became fascinated after I had washed the outside of the fridge - amazing how new something looks without 1000 fingerprints. T1 actually helped clean the inside of the fridge and the outside of the dishwasher until he got bored. T2 would just walk by with stellar comments like "Is that what it looked like when we bought it?" "Wow Mommy, its just so...so clean!"
I was actually pretty proud of myself and all my hard work. I took the rest of the day off (other than the folding of the laundry) and played in the pool with the boys. The next morning, while fixing breakfast, T2 looked inside the fridge and said "Well it's not perfect, you missed a spot. And another spot right there."
Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing. ~Phyllis Diller, Phyllis Diller's Housekeeping Hints, 1966
Thursday, August 6, 2009
not sure about this
I love the bond between my children. The twins have their own special bond, and then they love their little brother too. T2 loves Little Man as much as T1 does, but T1 has a special knack for younger children. He knows how to play with them, and lately he has learned he can teach them too.
It started innocently enough (doesn't it always?). T1 taught Bradley to give hugs when asked. Which is pretty neat, I always asked for kisses, but never hugs, I guess because I was already hugging them. We are all big huggers in our house, and T1 taught Little Man to do the same. But the day T1 figured out he taught Little Man something, well that must have been when the light switch went on.
I came home the other day to a nice loving home, I walked into the kitchen to set down my purse and had a 2 year old point his finger at me and say "Don't you dare!"
What? I am now being bossed by a 2 year old, as if coworkers and a hubby and 7 year olds are not enough. I was a little shocked, until T1 explained it to me. "Mommy, I taught him that!"
I'm not so sure about this.
It started innocently enough (doesn't it always?). T1 taught Bradley to give hugs when asked. Which is pretty neat, I always asked for kisses, but never hugs, I guess because I was already hugging them. We are all big huggers in our house, and T1 taught Little Man to do the same. But the day T1 figured out he taught Little Man something, well that must have been when the light switch went on.
I came home the other day to a nice loving home, I walked into the kitchen to set down my purse and had a 2 year old point his finger at me and say "Don't you dare!"
What? I am now being bossed by a 2 year old, as if coworkers and a hubby and 7 year olds are not enough. I was a little shocked, until T1 explained it to me. "Mommy, I taught him that!"
I'm not so sure about this.
When the student is ready, the master appears. ~Buddhist Proverb
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tyler's Day
The twins and I were on our way home from Sam's yesterday when a fight broke out.
What's new.
T2 had gotten a cherry icee and was sharing with T1, only they HAD to argue over who had the longest sip, or whether they even got a sip. Finally Mommy asked for a drink and kept the cup. Then they fought over who made Mommy keep the cup.
So me being ingenious, asked "Who can be quietest the longest?" Which worked!
Then it transformed into "Who can be the quietest while making funny faces?" Which was still working until we all got bored with it so I asked "Who can..."
T1 said, "Who can count the most road signs?" Which is a game we've played before.
T2 replied, "Noo."
So I asked again, while thinking of something new and creative, "Who can..."
T2 interrupted to say, "Who can scream the loudest?" This was immediately followed by the loudest ear piercing yell there ever was. Only not to be outdone, T1 and I proceeded to scream as loud as possible. And then, as all twins can, they both screamed simultaneously as loud as they possibly could. At this moment I was grateful for two things: One, my dear hubby wasn't in the car, he would have not approved, and two, that we were on a country road with no cars nearby - people surely would've thought we were being carjacked.
T2 - he comes up with the darnedest things. Earlier in the day I had spotted him outside walking the dog. While the dog was pooping, he was peeing. And then because the dog was done before he was, he had trouble buttoning his pants as the dog pulled him in a different direction. I couldn't resist, so I yelled to him out the back door, startling him, which caused him to step (barefooted) into the dog poop. I was about to fall over in laughter. He comes running up to me and tries to wipe his poopy foot on my leg. EWWW -BOYS!
What's new.
T2 had gotten a cherry icee and was sharing with T1, only they HAD to argue over who had the longest sip, or whether they even got a sip. Finally Mommy asked for a drink and kept the cup. Then they fought over who made Mommy keep the cup.
So me being ingenious, asked "Who can be quietest the longest?" Which worked!
Then it transformed into "Who can be the quietest while making funny faces?" Which was still working until we all got bored with it so I asked "Who can..."
T1 said, "Who can count the most road signs?" Which is a game we've played before.
T2 replied, "Noo."
So I asked again, while thinking of something new and creative, "Who can..."
T2 interrupted to say, "Who can scream the loudest?" This was immediately followed by the loudest ear piercing yell there ever was. Only not to be outdone, T1 and I proceeded to scream as loud as possible. And then, as all twins can, they both screamed simultaneously as loud as they possibly could. At this moment I was grateful for two things: One, my dear hubby wasn't in the car, he would have not approved, and two, that we were on a country road with no cars nearby - people surely would've thought we were being carjacked.
T2 - he comes up with the darnedest things. Earlier in the day I had spotted him outside walking the dog. While the dog was pooping, he was peeing. And then because the dog was done before he was, he had trouble buttoning his pants as the dog pulled him in a different direction. I couldn't resist, so I yelled to him out the back door, startling him, which caused him to step (barefooted) into the dog poop. I was about to fall over in laughter. He comes running up to me and tries to wipe his poopy foot on my leg. EWWW -BOYS!
boy: n. noise with dirt on it ~unknown
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Twins Turn 7
Time flies when you are having fun. I can't believe it is seven years already. Seven seems like such a big number to me - seven and going to the second grade. I really liked age 6, not really sure about turning seven and all the things it could bring. Let's go back instead, to right before they were born.
I knew who my children were while they were still inside me. I don't know how we know so much about them, or how I could tell more about their personalities than I could with a single. It is an amazing phenomenon that I have heard happen to other moms too. I want to take you through my predictions, and compare them to my children today.
BABY A: He would be the first born, in position ready to go. He would be our eldest child, more easy going, relaxed, a little shy, just going with the flow. He would be like his father, so his father named him T1.
BABY B: He would be our against the grain child, not wanting the monitors to ever keep track of him. He would be more outgoing, my risk taker. He would be more like his mother, so I named him T2.
Fast Foward 7 Years
Baby A/ T1 - Won the eldest child by a record 17 minutes. Those must have been the longest 17 minutes in history, because he plays the oldest child part very well. T1 likes to be in charge, but when things get changed, his is true to form and goes with the flow. Not easily upset or overly emotional. The only thing I didn't forsee, a class clown. While he do.jpg)
es well in school and has learned when to clown and when not to (while the teacher's talking), he loves to make everyone laugh. He prides himself on being the funniest and is willing to take center stage to do so.
Baby B/ T2 - Let his brother be the eldest because he wasn't moving. He loves his Mommy and doesn't like change. He is a risk taker, daredevil that I watch with one eye closed, for fear of a heart attack. He likes to do things his own way and doesn't like to be pushed around. I didn't forsee such a shy child. He strives so hard to be perfect in school and wants others to like him, but is slower to make friends.
They have grown so much, so fast. I am very proud of who they are and how far they have come. And yes, all the twin mommies before me were right, it does get easier! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOYS!!!
I knew who my children were while they were still inside me. I don't know how we know so much about them, or how I could tell more about their personalities than I could with a single. It is an amazing phenomenon that I have heard happen to other moms too. I want to take you through my predictions, and compare them to my children today.
BABY A: He would be the first born, in position ready to go. He would be our eldest child, more easy going, relaxed, a little shy, just going with the flow. He would be like his father, so his father named him T1.
BABY B: He would be our against the grain child, not wanting the monitors to ever keep track of him. He would be more outgoing, my risk taker. He would be more like his mother, so I named him T2.
Fast Foward 7 Years
Baby A/ T1 - Won the eldest child by a record 17 minutes. Those must have been the longest 17 minutes in history, because he plays the oldest child part very well. T1 likes to be in charge, but when things get changed, his is true to form and goes with the flow. Not easily upset or overly emotional. The only thing I didn't forsee, a class clown. While he do
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es well in school and has learned when to clown and when not to (while the teacher's talking), he loves to make everyone laugh. He prides himself on being the funniest and is willing to take center stage to do so.Baby B/ T2 - Let his brother be the eldest because he wasn't moving. He loves his Mommy and doesn't like change. He is a risk taker, daredevil that I watch with one eye closed, for fear of a heart attack. He likes to do things his own way and doesn't like to be pushed around. I didn't forsee such a shy child. He strives so hard to be perfect in school and wants others to like him, but is slower to make friends.
They have grown so much, so fast. I am very proud of who they are and how far they have come. And yes, all the twin mommies before me were right, it does get easier! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOYS!!!
We've had bad luck with children; they've all grown up. ~Christopher Morley
Thursday, July 2, 2009
ready, set, potty train!
Well, I'm ready. I went to the store on my lunch break and got all the gear.
Little Man started showing the signs a couple of months ago, but only recently have we been able to check them all off.
I listened to great stories - of how I was trained in 48 hours. And horror stories - of how someone else took years. I got advice from all kinds of people (none of whom included rewards of any kind) about how often, what to say, etc. So I thought I was ready. We took the twins at the same time into our small bathroom, and Daddy showed them how it worked (I thought a man explaining would make it better - lets be like Daddy and all). And they thought it was neat, but no they didn't GET it. They enjoyed playing on the potty, in the potty, around the potty, but never actually used the potty.
I had figured T2, being just like his Mommy, would get it first. But about 2 weeks into our process, T1 all the sudden, understood. Finally, something, somewhere in there clicked and he got what was supposed to happen. A few days later he was done. No diapers, no pull ups (unless on car rides, because Mommy is a chicken), no wet bed. T2 was still not getting the whole concept. Maybe I started them too early, maybe I should've read a few books first. But I had one done and one not so done. Then one day, T2 walked in on T1 and while T1 yelled "OUT", T2 noticed his brother was doing something he couldn't. Well that was the end of that. T2 is never to be outdone by someone else, figured out what he was supposed to do and he too was done.
All of this was 5 years ago. Am I ready to try again? yes. Do I have a better strategy? yes. Do I believe that this time our son is a little more ready than the twins were? yes. Do I think it will happen in 48 hours? No. Not all of us can be that special :)
- one potty chair (that converts to a seat adapter and stool)
- multiple CARS underwear
- peanut butter m&ms (because mommy needs a reward too)
Little Man started showing the signs a couple of months ago, but only recently have we been able to check them all off.
- dry through the night and nap time
- interested in the potty
- aware of when he goes
- desire to get the diaper OFF (not sure if that is a real sign of readiness though)
- Caught: sitting on the big potty, shorts off, diaper on
I listened to great stories - of how I was trained in 48 hours. And horror stories - of how someone else took years. I got advice from all kinds of people (none of whom included rewards of any kind) about how often, what to say, etc. So I thought I was ready. We took the twins at the same time into our small bathroom, and Daddy showed them how it worked (I thought a man explaining would make it better - lets be like Daddy and all). And they thought it was neat, but no they didn't GET it. They enjoyed playing on the potty, in the potty, around the potty, but never actually used the potty.
I had figured T2, being just like his Mommy, would get it first. But about 2 weeks into our process, T1 all the sudden, understood. Finally, something, somewhere in there clicked and he got what was supposed to happen. A few days later he was done. No diapers, no pull ups (unless on car rides, because Mommy is a chicken), no wet bed. T2 was still not getting the whole concept. Maybe I started them too early, maybe I should've read a few books first. But I had one done and one not so done. Then one day, T2 walked in on T1 and while T1 yelled "OUT", T2 noticed his brother was doing something he couldn't. Well that was the end of that. T2 is never to be outdone by someone else, figured out what he was supposed to do and he too was done.
All of this was 5 years ago. Am I ready to try again? yes. Do I have a better strategy? yes. Do I believe that this time our son is a little more ready than the twins were? yes. Do I think it will happen in 48 hours? No. Not all of us can be that special :)
"A child can go only so far in life without potty training. It is not mere coincidence that six of the last seven presidents were potty trained, not to mention nearly half of the nation's state legislators." ~Dave Barry
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