The last few nights I’ve been trying to make a dent in the massive backlog of New Yorkers piling up at my bedside. Now, as always when I read the New Yorker, my little brain is whirring away. The article most on my mind is one about the conception and evolution of “Parents” magazine, but [...]
Archive for August, 2009
Parenting: Team Sport or Individual Pursuit?
Posted in The Joy of Twins, tagged damn i love the new yorker, division of parenting, parenting as a team sport, parenting styles, team parenting verses individual parenting, the modern concept of parenting on August 30, 2009 | 13 Comments »
Summer is the Season of Passion
Posted in The Joy of Twins, tagged family fun in the park, fun in the sun with toddler twins, happy days are just around the corner, passion fruit, summer in the tropics, toddlers at play, toddlers love ant covered fruit on August 26, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Fruit. It’s the season of passion fruit Boy do I know it. There are passion fruit seeds and pulp on pretty much everything we own, courtesy of the girls. It smells delish, but is sticky and gooey and looks a bit like snot. Not to ruin your fantasies of the tropics or anything. [...]
My Daughter Broke my Toe yesterday; This Week Sucks
Posted in The Joy of Twins, tagged I am a weirdo magnet, there's no take-backs in adulthood, toddler ear infections, unsoli, when strangers give unsolicited parenting advice on August 20, 2009 | 5 Comments »
No joke, Lulu really did break my toe yesterday. I wish I could say that’s the worst thing that’s happened this week.
The week started with a lovely urinary tract infection. Mine, but I still blame the girls. I had never in my life had a UTI until I got pregnant. Then I had 2. Since [...]
Take-backs?? There’s no Take-backs!!
Posted in The Joy of Twins on August 19, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I find myself in a peculiar situation I have not faced since childhood. The issue at hand: take-backs. Here’s the dealio. A friend gave me a gift, then a year later, asked for it back, hinting that it was not in fact a gift but rather a loan. I am floored and bewildered.
The circumstances [...]
Bust a Move
Posted in The Joy of Twins, tagged babies like to bust a move, dance dance dance with your tots, toddler twins dancing, when tots dance on August 16, 2009 | 5 Comments »
Recently Mumu has started laying down some dope moves, or rather, move, on the dance floor. I will preface this by saying the move is entirely of her own invention; I don’t dance like that yo. I’ve named said move “the cape.” It looks like something from the pasa doble. She takes one arm and [...]
From the Jungle. With Love.
Posted in The Joy of Twins on August 12, 2009 | 5 Comments »
The Most Heinous Bridesmaid Dress I’ve had the Privilege to Wear
Posted in The Joy of Twins on August 9, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Brace yourself ladies. While spring cleaning (there are no seasons in the jungle, spring is when I say it is) I found this:
Oh yes. I know what you’re thinking. That. Is. Breathtaking. But wait, there’s so much more. Above you see the back of the dress. The front of the dress is completely dominated by [...]
Put the Fire Out. Please.
Posted in The Joy of Twins, tagged can't stop parenting even when asleep, insomnia, stopping the noise and going to sleep on August 6, 2009 | 3 Comments »
I never get 40 winks. I max out at about 26, if that. I used to have the babies to blame for that, they were always up so I was always up. Now they sleep, but I’m awake at night and it’s all because of the furnace. No, not the furnace in the basement. We [...]
If Only I Could Complain…
Posted in The Joy of Twins, tagged I want to complain but can't, I've been out-smarted the right to bitch, the easy solo twin parenting shift I have ever had on August 3, 2009 | 5 Comments »
So Jungledad is back on the volcano for a 5 night stint, which sucks hard, but what sucks even harder is that before he left, he went and robbed me of the right to bitch.
How?
Well, first he made a pureed cauliflower, egg, cheese, and nitrate-free bacon redunkulously delish quiche for the girls’ dinner over the [...]

