It seems as though, for much of the country, Mother Nature decided, â€œTo hell with fall, WINTER IS COMING!â€ This morning my California hometown dipped to a frigid 45 degrees. That is just downright cold as we waited for the promised 68-degree high. I mean, not even in the 70s!
Itâ€™s those gloomy nights that make you want to snuggle up with a loved one, feeling their body warmth against you. Continue reading
Destroy came tearing around the living room corner, slip-n-sliding face first into the kitchen island â€“ a less coordinated Risky Business move across the hardwood floors in Batman socks and Avengers Underoos.
There was a pause, as my little superhero decided whether to resume his reign of destruction or scream bloody murder. â€œIâ€™m ok!â€ he decided before taking off again toward the certain doom of a Lego strewn floor. Continue reading
Dear Search and Destroy,
Happy Birthday. You get it this year â€“ buzzing with excitement, bouncing with anticipation.
You are such spirited boys, teaching your father and I so much about the world as we rediscover all around us through the magic of a preschoolerâ€™s eyes, all while creating the whirlwind of trademark muppet mayhem around you.
How far weâ€™ve come. Continue reading
To hell with statistics.
The number one question I hear from those familiar with our journey from prematurity through where we are today is, â€œWhat are the odds?â€
But the truth is â€“ statistics do not matter when youâ€™re living them. All you want is for your child to be ok â€“ whether a 90 percent survival rate or 9.Â Continue reading
I thought getting pregnant was going to be the hard part.
Turns out that bright idea merely prompted the universe to remind me that children are lifeâ€™s way of reminding us that we have no control. Bitch.
What were supposed to be the blissfully ignorant glowing months before motherhood were instead counted down by my own milestone markings. Continue reading
Iâ€™ve been blogging for three years. Be impressed.
Because what started on a whim because a friend announced their own blog has become a project unto itself. Even I donâ€™t know where itâ€™s going â€“ I never have. (I certainly never planned to be a preemie twin mommy blogger.)
Someone recently asked me, â€œWill you stop blogging now that the boys have outgrown prematurity?â€ Continue reading
Wait – what? Who the hell is Jack?
It was April 2010. I was in the Mom/Baby unit. Room 39 I think (I was the guest of many variations of whatever number it was).
I was lying semi-upright in my newly prescribed bedrest position. Jon was with me. We were waiting for the doctor. I didnâ€™t know when Iâ€™d get to go home. Iâ€™d been on that hospital third floor for four days and counting â€“ ever since my â€œroutineâ€ checkup revealed that something was amiss, contractions were not Braxton-Hicks, and the muppets were in danger of making a very early arrival. Continue reading
I write a monthly column over at AlliOSNews. It’s a techie site – extolling all the goodies and gunpowder on the Apple OS. (SHINY TOY!) I’m TechMom. And these are my stories on how technology is really used. This month I couldn’t resist the opportunity to step up on my soap box.Â
(I’m well aware it’s Wednesday. If you want TechMom Tuesday on Tuesdays, head on over toÂ AlliOSNewsÂ for all things Apple. TechMom Tuesday is typically published the first Tuesday of every month. I reserve the right to rant more or less as the technical goings-on, well…go on.)Â Continue reading
And once the storm is over, you wonâ€™t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You wonâ€™t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you wonâ€™t be the same person who walked in.
– Haruki Murakami
Prematurity is an experience no one really thinks about when they embark upon the adventure of parenthood. And itâ€™s not one anyone wants. But once fate flings such a twist our way, we find ourselves part of the secret society we never asked to pledge. Continue reading