I don’t think it truly counts as a mini vacay; it was only one day. But one day is enough

to conquer lava


Sand

Air

and Water.

To feel the sun

and watch it go down.

To share a quiet moment

before picking up the petals

and heading home.
I don’t think it truly counts as a mini vacay; it was only one day. But one day is enough

to conquer lava


Sand

Air

and Water.

To feel the sun

and watch it go down.

To share a quiet moment

before picking up the petals

and heading home.
Posted in The Joy of Twins | Tagged a day to get away from it all, family fun in the sun, toddlers on the beach, you must live in the moment when parenting multiples | 1 Comment »
Well… I did it. I finished my novel. Didn’t know I was writing one? Neither did anyone else, except my husband, my one and only reader. He says it’s awesome- it’s his job to say it’s awesome, just as it’s my job to be super interested in hearing him talk about accreting binaries and cataclysmic variables. And I am
It’s time. Time to start querying agents. Time for my small and fragile ego to take an enormous beating. Bring it.
I know odds are not in my favor, but then odds are never in my favor. Ask my best friend, she’ll tell you I have the worst luck of anyone she knows. My bad luck is legendary. I think it’s a good thing. I assume everything in life will be really, really hard, and on that account, I’m rarely wrong. I assume I’ll put up one hell of a fight, then lose, but I’m still all fired up to get moving.
I think people should do the things they’ve always wanted to do- whether it’s writing a book, learning to paint, starting your own small business, going back to college- anything. I’ve always been about going big or going home. Why have one baby when you can have twins? Why live in a cool, convenient city full of reasonable people when you could live in a jungle on a remote island, surrounded by whackjobs?
In this instance, the assumed failure doesn’t scare me. What could I have done instead during the nights spent writing my book? I could have caught up on my sleep, or watched TV. I can do both these things when I’m dead. Heaven is a feather bed and around the clock TiVo. But while I’m here…
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A momentous event occurred on the island today: we met another set of twins.
GASP.
Yes, it’s true. In the Pediatrician’s office. Office staff was uberexcited to orchestrate the introduction. Not only were these twins girls, they were born on the EXACT SAME DAY. Freaky deeky, huh? Two plus years on this island without seeing any other twins, they suddenly another set of female twins of the exact same age . I think the volcano goddess had a hand in this…
The twins we met today had pierced ears, like every female baby and tot on this island- except mine. I’m the holdout. I just don’t get the infant ear-piercing thing. It doesn’t seem fair to me to pierce ears on a child too young to make the decision for herself. I always cringe when I see teeny tiny babies with punctured ear lobs. A little voice in me cries why? Maybe I shouldn’t judge. Maybe it’s part of native islander cultural tradition, I don’t know. Maybe it’s just trendy. I certainly don’t have to balls to ask, so I may be pondering for a while. I do remember an island Mom suggesting I get the girls ears pierced in response to my complaining that everyone thought they were boys. A gender identity thing? Is that what it’s about?
What do you think- is it okay to pierce a baby’s ears? How young is too young?
Posted in The Joy of Twins | Tagged ear-piercing infants too young to object, reasons and motive for piercing baby's ears, why pierce babies ears? | 11 Comments »
All you clever, clever, Mommies out there- I need your help!
Here’s the dealio. I’m currently planning our 4-6wk visit to New England. It will be from early Decemberish to early Januaryish, and I am in desperate need of guidance in the areas of: toddler winter gear, toddler activities in the Boston area, and travel with 22 month olds.
I do feel a bit stupid asking about winter gear as I was raised in New England, and activities in Boston, as I lived there for 4 years. If the girls were in their twenties, I would have no trouble at all keeping them adequately dressed and entertained, but they’re not, and I’m totally ignorant in regard to tot seasonal wear and activities. So- pride aside!
Gear: What are the must haves for toddler cold weather gear? On a typical December day, what would you put on your tot? I don’t want to go overboard, as my tropical jungletwins will probably not take kindly to oodles of winter wear strapped onto their bodies, but they would even less kindly to bitter cold….so, what keeps your kids toasty and not too annoyed?
Boston Activities: We’re going to be in the Boston/Cambridge area for 1-2 weeks. A lot of that time will be spent with in laws flying in from England to hang with the girls. I will undoubtably murder someone or jump out the hotel window if we are stuck in our hotel room for 1-2 weeks. So please, please, tell me where to take my tots- any tot friendly activities, restaurants, etc., would be extremely useful and appreciated.
Travelin’: My girls did a whole lot of flying their first year of life- loads of planes, etc., but that was before they walked and talked. They have not been on a plane since they were 11 months, and I’m quite sure traveling with two 22 month olds will not be the same as traveling with two 11 month olds. So- travel must haves and survival tips please.
Many, many thanks in advance
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I read a hilarious article a while back by a single woman. She claimed her single friends complained often of the lack of Barack Obamas to date. I wish I could remember where I read this- possibly MSN, can’t find it again. Anyway, she points out that if her friends had met Barack around the time Michelle met Barack, they would have immediately rejected him because he had big ears and a funny name, a crappy old car, and very little money. I mean, for all intents and purposes, the man was a waitress in a cocktail bar, no? But Michelle saw potential…
This made me think of a particular night in 98′, London, my freshman year of college. My roommates and I went to see Oklahoma in the West End. This was one of the awesome things about going to college in London- with a student ID, you could see just about any play for 10 sterling. The star of this production was a previously unknown actor, in his first debut outside Australia- Hugh Jackman. He was nobody then; the theatre was only a third full. At intermission we sweet talked the security guards into letting us move up closer- to practically the front row. And there he was…
That same year in college I had a long talk after class with one of my favorite lecturers and he told me about when he was 16 and he and his brother snuck into a theatre to see Sir Lawrence Olivier do Faulkner, and how it changed his life. Well, Hugh Jackman in Oklahoma didn’t change my life. Know why? Cuz he was crap. Crap, crap, crap. The whole production was crap. None of the actors could do American accents to save their souls, the singing was nothing to write home about. If I hadn’t spent so little money, I might have felt ripped off.
After the show, one of my friends became obsessed with waiting by the stage door outside for all the actors to come out, so we did. It was kind of anticlimactic. They opened the door, we looked at them, they looked at us, and we all went off in separate directions. I kind of wanted to say something to them. I really wanted to say, “good job!” but I couldn’t, because it wasn’t a good job, it was crap. And since I didn’t have anything nice to say…
Obviously, I didn’t see the man’s potential. If I were Hugh Jackman’s Mom, and he asked me, begged me, fresh after my seeing that performance, to tell him the truth about if he had what it takes to make it in acting- well, I would have been in quite a pickle.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the girls and their potential lately. I remember when Lulu was discharged from the hospital and a nurse was standing there with a clipboard, jotting down my answers to questions like, “What are your goals for Lulu? (3lb Lulu) What do you want her to achieve?” I said- in life? She nodded, and I replied that we just want her to be happy, to pursue something she finds challenging and fun and rewarding. Not concrete goals, I know. I’ve spent a silly amount of time worrying that I’ll encourage my girls in the wrong things- pursuits they may be good at, but don’t like, or that I’ll dismiss something they’re interested in but not good at, because, well, their bad at it. Because I failed to see their potential.
Now, I feel like it’s all falling into place. Thinking back to that Oklahoma performance, it all makes sense. I saw a lot of plays in my four years in London, some great, some not so great, yet Hugh Jackman is the only leading man I very clearly remember, despite the fact that he wasn’t very good. Know why? He enjoyed himself. He was the only actor I’ve seen on stage who seemed to be really, genuinely, infectiously, enjoying himself. This was his big break, and he was so damn happy just to be up there. So that’s the answer. I want to make it my goal to encourage my girls in whatever it is they enjoy doing, whether I see any potential or not. At best, they will get better, at worst, they won’t, but either way they will have enjoyed themselves, and that’s all a parent can hope for, right?
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It has recently come to my attention that Lulu is less of a sweetheart and more of an opportunist than previously suspected.
We’ve gotten into a morning routine where after the girls have their breakfast, I let them watch Elmo in the living room while my husband and I eat our breakfast (in peace) in the kitchen. While I make coffee and Jungledad cooks the eggs and turkey bacon, Lulu will periodically poke her little head around the corner to check on us. I’ve often remarked to my husband that this is the cutest thing ever- She loves us so much she feels the need to check in on us every few minutes. Then this morning I realized something- she is not checking on us, she is checking on the bacon. It’s bacon love, not parent love. The little rascal magically appears at the table the second the bacon is plated (not a moment before), climbs on my lap, and requests her share. Let’s just hope she never has to choose between me and a heaping plate of bacon- I wouldn’t like my odds.
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No, I’m not getting one, or have any desire to get one, but a heck of a lot of people I know are, and it’s really freaking me out. Is it just me, or are more young couples getting divorced these days?
I know of a great many, and I don’t even know that many people. They’re everywhere- East Coast, West Coast, England, remote Pacific islands, etc. It irks me for multiple reasons: 1) I hate to see people I care about unhappy 2) I’m a child of divorce, and divorce SUCKS for everyone 3) I have no common thread to tie them together; no link between all the couples that explains the phenomenon. In fact, I’m starting to think the lack of thread is the common thread, if that even makes sense. For example, none of the couples I’m thinking of have children, none of them married quickly without really knowing the other- they all dated for years. None married very young- all were in there 30s. None are splitting because of infidelity. All the usual suspects have been eliminated, leaving me with the question- Why the hell couldn’t they make it work?
I don’t mean to be insensitive, or to suggest that all marriages can or should be saved. I can’t possibly know what’s going on in another person’s marriage and probably shouldn’t speculate. What bothers me is that it seems to be happening so damn often these days, and I think that sometimes- yes, sometimes- people do give up too easily. There’s seems to be a worrisome “if you’re not happy, leave” idea going around. I say- if you’re unhappy, do something to change it, get to work on those issues, but don’t go running out the door. Unless you’re being abused- then run like hell.
One of my favorite Elliott Smith songs has this great line, “I can make you satisfied in everything you do.” I love it because it’s so preposterous. No person or thing can make any of us satisfied in everything we do. In fact, the people we love, and the things we do, like careers and parenting, the things that matter to us most, are the very things that frustrate us the most. That often leave us deeply unsatisfied, and sometimes unhappy. Because we care about them. I love marriage, and I love parenting (especially multiples!), but both are hard work. I know my fellow Mommy bloggers realize that, but I’m starting to think the outside world may not.
Then again, maybe I’m totally wrong. Maybe it’s only the couples I know getting divorced, and there’s no worldwide epidemic going on. So tell me- is anyone else out there surrounded by divorce, or is it just me?
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I go through long phases where, unless heavily medicated, I never sleep. When I lived in the Boston area, my doc used to hook me up with Ambien. Ahh, those were the days. I suppose I could ask my island doc for Ambien, but he already thinks I’m a skank, and probably wouldn’t believe me when I say my being up all night has to do with my brain firing off crazy thoughts, not any dirty sex marathons. Oh well. But last night I managed to get the next best thing to sleep narcotics- company. I corrupted my husband into staying up very, very late with me, talking about crazy things. We decided to revolutionize the sport of fencing.
The sport of fencing is in serious need of a revolution, based on the footage I saw last Olympics. First of all, they don’t even used swords- they use electrified toasting forks and turkey basters. Well, that’s what they look like anyway. And they don’t circle each other and yell Momma insults. The two competitors stay on a narrow little runway and jab at each other for about 6 seconds before what sounds like a microwave alarm goes off, and the match is over. Waiting for pop tarts is more exciting, I’m telling you. So- we’ve come up with 3 divisions for what we call, REAL FENCING:
1. PURIST- Purist fencing involves a dual, at dawn, on an immaculately kept lawn. Both competitors must wear long-sleeve white linen shirts. The first to draw blood wins.
2. BAR ROOM- My person favorite. This style would talk place in a medieval tavern, with points being awarded for a number of scenarios: fighting on bar top- 10 pts. Flicking opponent’s hat in the air and swishing a smiley face in top, 15 pts. Saying, with just cause, “Methinks dear Sir, you have soiled your breeches!” 50 pts, hands down. There would also be props involved, and a wench. Props to include bottles and 3 legged stools for smashing over opponent’s head. Wench’s involvement follows one of 3 scenarios: the competitors are fighting over who gets to keep the wench, one competitor has offended the wench and the other fights for her honor, or one of the competitors IS the wench- she and her opponent are hot for each other and use their swords to pop buttons or cut off one another’s clothing outright. Now THAT’S hotter than a pop tart, yo.
3. PIRATICAL: Taking place on a pirate ship (obviously). Ways to gain points to include- swinging from the rigging, lassoing around ankle of opponent
and stringing opponent up in rigging, spearing a large game fish (such as marlin) with one sword while simultaneously fencing opponent with second sword. Fencing on bowsprit of moving ship, triple points, mention of “Davy Jones’ Locker,” bonus points.
I expect a call from the Olympic committee any day now.
Posted in The Joy of Twins | Tagged if you must have insomnia at least think entertaining thoughts, the sport of fencing needs to go old school, things I think about when I should be sleeping, what I would do if I were on the olympic fencing committee | 5 Comments »
I must thank you all for your kind comments about Mumu’s intellect. Given that she drinks her own bath water nightly, however, I remain unconvinced of her genius.
I am about to relax with an enormous glass of wine to celebrate the end of my 5 night solo parenting stint. It’s been a wild ride, as always, and it hasn’t just been Mumu pulling out the crazy stunts. This week Lulu started to make me regret my tough stance and smack talking on child harnesses. She is so small, but so damn FAST. The other day I brought the girls to the park, and a man was running around the perimeter of the park with a dog on a leash. I still kind of can’t believe this happened- but- Lulu took off after them, at top speed, and chased them at close proximity around the entire perimeter of the park. My jaw dropped to the jungle lawn. I had no idea that 1) she could run fast enough to keep up with a grown man and dog, and 2) that she could run that fast for an entire loop around the park. It was insane. The dude was well freaked out. I was well freaked out. Lulu? Barely winded.
Jungledad returns tomorrow, and is bound to be disappointed he missed all the girls crazy exploits this week. He sometimes complains that they only do cool things when he’s away. And before we had children, he used to complain that the cat only did cool things while he was away. Actually, that’s kind of true. Once, while he was at a telescope in Chile, I heard the cat gagging in the other room. I went in, and saw a piece of pink thread dangling from kitty’s mouth. I started pulling on it, and before I knew it, 6 ft had come out. Then I felt resistance, and she really started gagging, so I snipped the thread and wished her luck getting the spool out the other end. Cat was fine. Jungledad was inconsolable that he missed witnessing something so unbelievably cool (his words). “Dammit, why does nothing this cool happen when I’m around!?” I dunno, I’m just lucky I guess
Posted in The Joy of Twins | Tagged cat calamities, temporary solo parenting, toddlers faster than the speed of light, toddlers will keep you guessing | 3 Comments »