If I had a quarter....

For every time that someone stopped me while out and about with my twin boys to state or ask the same things over and over, then I would already be well on my way to funding their college experiences.  Seriously people, let's come up with something new.  It would not be so bad, but what you don't realize (and I certainly wouldn't if I didn't have twins) is the number of times you hear the same thing over and over in just a few hours.  One day I swear no less than 1/2 a dozen people felt inclined to point out how blessed I was.  Did I look pissed off about pushing a double stroller???  I rather think not.  I was out shopping and that is a past time I usually enjoy and my boys are rather good when mobile and very seldom fuss in their stroller unless it's time or past time to eat, so I doubt that was it either.  I've got news for you, a good majority of us with twins or multiples got there by long hard roads that probably ended in some sort of fertility drugs or treatments and trust me we know EXACTLY how blessed we are.  And another thought - does that mean I wasn't blessed when I only had one child?  My daughter wasn't a blessing?  How many parents of singletons get stopped by passers by to be told how blessed they are?    On the flip side, everyone else wants to point out just how full your hands are.  "You sure have your hands full don't you?"  Was not aware of that either...."Nope, not at all. In fact, think I'll try for triplets next time."

I'm so tempted to get a t-shirt made with this on the back:

1. Yes, they are twins.  Boy, boy.
2. No, they are not identical.
3. They are xx weeks old.  (I would cover the xx's with a sticker with the appropriate number)
3. Yes, I am blessed.
4. Yes, I do have my hands full.
5. Yes, they are on the same schedule.
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Music Calms the Savage Baby...

I only say this because I sit here trying to come up with something witty to write as my 14 week old twin boys scream in unison. They have just eaten and have on fresh diapers & clothes. I was being a bad parent and allowing them to watch a little Bubble Guppies and I fear they may have been a bit overstimulated. So I turned off the tv and turned on some music...and voila! now less than 2 minutes later they are sleeping peacefully.

They are beautiful when they sleep if I do say so myself. But the absolute best is when I walk into view and one or both of them lights up with the most beautiful smile. Now mind you I have a 4 year old daughter as well and I don't know if it's just senility setting in or what, but I do not remember her doing that. Maybe there is something to that whole momma's boy thing. I do feel a bit wrapped, but love every minute of it. And all I can think is Lord help the girls when they get older. I fear Matthew will be a huge flirt and Joshua's dimple (yes, singular) will be the undoing of many a member of the female population I'm sure. And I'm proud of my beautiful children, despite the fact that at least one of the boys is already quite proud of his bodily functions. What can I say??? I am their mother after all.

Joshua big sister's dinasour

Matthew

To Write or Not to Write?

That is the question.  I can read with the best of them, but write?  That is a much more daunting task.  What to write about?  So why begin a blog you ask?  Bear with me and I will explain....

As early as I can remember, I have loved reading. Since my dad first began his nightly ritual of reading to me, I guess.  I read several of the classics before I ever got to junior high.  How many 7th graders do you know whose favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe?  I started writing in highschool.  Albeit, most of the writing I did was notes to classmates and letters to friends, there was the occasional song lyrics or poem.  I even attempted a story based off of a dream I had one night.  I went on to take several writing and journalism courses in college and wrote for the yearbook staff.  And somehow from there the writing stopped.  I got out on my own and got too busy partying and learning about life and although I kept an occasional journal, nothing very constant.  I did continue to read though.  Although the subject matter changed drastically.  I spent most of my time reading complete & utter fiction:  romance novels and later fantasy/horror & mystery novels.  These were (and still are) my get away from the every day chores and trials that beset me.  Somewhere along the way, after hundreds of dollars spent on paperbacks, I thought - I can write this stuff... and then set out to read several books on writing.  I even took an online class.  But everything comes down to this: To be a writer, you must write.  Simple, huh?  But suddenly I couldn't come up with a good storyline.  Everything seemed lame or done already.  So again, I gave up, but in the back of my mind I still want to write.  I finally created this blog to start writing.  I don't know what I will find to say or who will be crazy enought to read it, but I will make it a priority to write often if not daily and maybe along the way I will be inspired.