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“Wait, STOP Dropping the Pumpkins!”

October means pumpkins. I have never looked at a pumpkin without thinking of my twins and their first horrifying, yet funny, visit to the pumpkin patch.

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Raising twins boys has its joys and challenges.  In my case, my twins are as polar opposite as you can get.  The best way I can describe these boys is to say that they literally “split up the genes in the womb”.  You take outspoken, and I will take pensive, you take natural athleticism, and I’ll take analytical genius, you go strawberry and I got chocolate, you get the picture.  

By three years old, I was parenting two very distinct personalities in my young boys ~ Twin A, a.k.a. “Clinger” and Twin B, a.k.a. “Runner”.  Clinger would not leave my side without a meltdown of epic proportions, while Runner looked for every opportunity to bolt.  So, on the occasion of the preschool field trip to the farm, you know that their mother would be there to chaperone.  

The field trip took place on a beautiful sunny day at an apple orchard and farm near our house.  After picking their own apples, and examining the many different kinds of gourds, we headed to the highlight of the trip, the pumpkin patch. The farmer brought us up to a large field with row after row of pumpkins.  After explaining how the pumpkins grew, he then released the kids to the patch to pick a pumpkin to bring home. 

Clinger didn’t move, he held tight to my pant leg as the rest of his class descended on the patch.  Runner, on the other hand, started down one of the aisles, moving quickly and with a fierce determination.  As he ran down the row, Runner began picking up pumpkins and putting them down (okay, dropping them, not “putting them down”). 

To my horror, he started to move faster and faster, grabbing pumpkins, looking at them and dropping them.  “Runner!”, “Runner!”, I yelled, but he was oblivious and the more pumpkins he grabbed the more upset he became.   Limping down the row with Clinger clutched firmly on my leg, I tried to catch up with my son. 

By the time I grabbed the back of his little overalls and turned him around, I could see that he was distraught.  “Wait, what are you doing, why are you dropping all of these pumpkins”, I yelled, probably a bit too loud since I was out of breath from chasing him. 

Runner turned, looked up at me and yelled right back, “I AM LOOKING FOR ONE WITH A FACE ON IT!”

                                Happy October!

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Instantly Outnumbered

copies from old computer backed up oct 08 085As my book nears its completion (yup almost there, really, I’m pretty sure). I thought I would add some excerpts to spark your interest or perhaps amuse you.

“Instantly Outnumbered”

(excerpt from Barbies in the Horse Bin, Living Better with Organized Children)


I knew that I was having twins by my 12th week of pregnancy. I did not know that I had two babies to care for until they were wheeled into the recovery room, side by side, in one bassinet. They were just lying there, two hats, two blankets, two babies.

My memory of this moment is one of the most vivid of my life. I took a deep breath and apparently said aloud, “there are two of them”.  At this point the nurse looked at me with sheer amazement and asked, “Didn’t you know you were having twins?” As I recovered from the initial shock of seeing two babies, together, I replied, “Yes, yes I knew I was having twins, I just didn’t KNOW I was having twins.”

And so it begins, my new normal, instantly outnumbered by babies, forever changed and yet forever blessed. While I had always considered myself to be a relatively organized person, this new normal would challenge everything I thought I knew about being organized. I was instantly out-numbered, counting the two year old sister, there were three babies, all in diapers!

When people saw us coming, triple carriage and all, the most frequent comment I received was “Oh, God bless you.”  My response was always the same, “He already has.”  The twins will be 14 next week and together we have learned to live better everyday.    My mantra when they were young was: “You will never miss out on anything just because you are twins, we will make it happen.”  So far so good since we became instantly outnumbered!

Best Pumpkin Story Ever…

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Raising twins boys has its joys and challenges.  In my case, my twins are as polar opposite as you can get.  I have stated many times that they “split up the genes in the womb”.  You take outspoken, and I will take pensive, you take natural athleticism, and I’ll take analytical genius, you get the picture.   By three years old, I was parenting two very distinct personalities in my young boys ~ Twin A a.k.a. “Clinger” and Twin B a.k.a. “Runner”.  Clinger would not leave my side without a meltdown of epic proportions, while Runner looked for every opportunity to bolt.  So, on the occasion of the preschool field trip to the farm, you had better believe that their mother would be there to chaperone.  
 
The field trip took place on a beautiful sunny day at an apple orchard and farm not too far from our house.  After picking their own apples, and examining the many different kinds of gords, we headed to the highlight of the trip, the pumpkin patch. The farmer brought us up to a large field with row after row of pumpkins.  After explaining how the pumpkins grew, he then released the kids to the patch to pick a pumpkin to bring home. 
 
Clinger didn’t move, he held tight to my pant leg as the rest of his class moved into the patch.  Runner, on the other hand, started down one of the aisles, moving quickly and with a fierce determination.  As he ran down the row, Runner began picking up pumpkins and putting them down (okay, dropping them, not “putting them down”).  To my horror, he started to move faster and faster, grabbing pumpkins, looking at them and dropping them.  “Runner!”, “Runner!”, I yelled, but he was oblivious and the more pumpkins he grabbed the more upset he became. 
 
Limping down the row with Clinger clutched firmly on my leg, I tried to catch up with my son.  By the time I grabbed the back of his little overalls and turned him around, I could see that he was distraught.  “Wait, what are you doing, why are you dropping all of these pumpkins?”, I yelled, probably a bit too loud since I was out of breath from chasing him.  Runner turned, imagesJSBPPPVQlooked up at me and yelled right back, “I AM LOOKING FOR ONE WITH A FACE ON IT!”

                                Happy Halloween!

How do you yell at yourself?

all pictures new camera up to May 2009 058While I see glimpses of myself in all of my children… I have one who is the epitome of all the stupid, not funny, ridiculous things that I ever did or said while growing up.  He is me.

Like the “cobbler’s children having no shoes”, it is even more embarrassing as a parent to also be an educator when the principal calls.  And, not just me, my husband, my mother, my grandfather, his grandfather… I think you get the picture, a family chalk full of educators.

Seventh grade has been a very long year in my house, with all the antics that twin seventh grade boys can bring.  Our school year has 12 more days, yet we couldn’t make it without receiving a detention for excessive laughing during a presentation. Apparently the culprit to the giggle fit was a “pet rock”.  I don’t know, and I don’t want to know.

Last month, I chaperoned a band trip to another school.  While waiting in the field before entering the competition gym, I noticed a tether ball hanging by its pole, just begging to be whacked.  Not two minutes later, my son bursts out of the group to run over and whack the ball.  Of course, being him, the Band Director had just turned around to see my son’s instrument in the grass and the ball careening through the air.  Once reprimanded, my son returned to the group.

I was left thinking, “he is just so me”.  I wanted to whack the tether ball and seriously contemplated doing so.  I guess it is the 30 plus years I have on his maturity that stopped me before taking such action.

His explanation for the detention was a “laughing fit that I just couldn’t stop”….”just like being in church and you can’t hold it in”.  I know that feeling and it is personally one of my favorites, laughing so hard you cry ~ now that’s a good time.

So when I sit down to parent my son, I feel as though I am looking straight at a frighteningly familiar person, a small version of me.  I struggle to parent myself, we have done the time and place lecture, the being respectful lecture, removed privileges and even grounded him from the semi-formal dance last week.

I am thankful that he is at heart a really “good” kid, I’m just not sure we are going to make it to adulthood when the maturity button will kick in when necessary and he will look forward to excessive talking and laughing that is acceptable and enjoyable in the adult world.

For Sale Cheap ~ A Two for One Deal!

For Sale  Cheap ! Aren’t they cute?  So sweet, twin boys!

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Not today, now they are teenagers and they are not so cute or sweet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Maybe because it is Friday, or it could be a full moon, but we just had one of those mornings.  I thought you would enjoy the melodious sounds of our house living better!

Here are the phrases that came out of my mouth this morning between 6:30am and 7:50 am almost verbatim, until the bus picked them up and I slammed the garage door shut!

Get up…your homework isn’t finished!

Where is your lunch box?

Is that your alarm still beeping?

Put that down…. NOW!

Turn off the laptop.

Why didn’t you do this last night?

Did someone leave the water running upstairs?

What do you mean you don’t have the assignment?

No, you are not wearing that today….put it away.

STOP throwing belts in the laundry!

Whose is this?

OMG did you just spill orange juice on the sandwiches I just made?

Let the dogs in…

No you cannot give your lacrosse stick away to your friend.

Get your stuff off the kitchen table!

If you miss the toilet again you are going to sit in it!

Give me a hug and kiss!

Put the glass in the dishwasher…. no you put it in the sink…. don’t lie to me…now you can put all the dishes in the dishwasher!

Stop pushing him on the ground….. STOP spitting it’s gross!

Oh really, it’s that funny…. you’ll have fun being grounded this weekend!

I’m leaving this crazy place… stop laughing… I love you… GO TO SCHOOL!

(Sound of Garage Door Slam!)

Having twins is like a play date that never ends….

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA“Double Trouble”

“Two tons of fun!”

“Are they identical?”

And my favorite, complete with eye roll and prayer hands “Oh they’re twins, God Bless You.”  My favorite response, “HE already has.”

I had a singleton before twins (all with in 22 months) and people often gave me looks of sincere pity.  I love to set the record straight by saying if I had the choice, I would have twins every time.  Yes the first year is hellacious at times but really this is the best two for one deal you will ever get.

The biggest surprise for me has been the realization of having two boys who were the same age.  Yes, I know they were born a minute apart, I was there.   With most siblings, one is older, one has a bit more common sense, a tad more maturity, perhaps a voice of reason.  With twins, they are on the exact same wave length, emotionally, intellectually and developmentally.  There is no older sibling to say, “maybe this isn’t such a good idea or Dad will be really mad if we do  ______.”

And hence, I harken back to my title, I live in the world of the 24 hour play date with the friend that never goes home, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.