On game day, the primary purpose of a T-ball coach is to consistently corral a bakerâ€™s dozen of athletes all aged 4 to 5. Thirteen small peeps, all dressed exactly the same, all in constant motion, while allegedly learning a mental game of skill.
Throw a pair of twins into the mix, and an already frazzled coach will immediately devolve into complete chaos. Continue reading
So this happenedâ€¦ Continue reading
Every so often life blesses you with a pithy comeback, perfectly timed. I enjoy those moments.
The boys and I stopped by Subway to grab a sandwich for dinner.
Subway Sandwich Artist: Are they natural? Continue reading
I thought my little angels were upstairs sleeping peacefully. And then I heard stirring through the monitor.
Search: Noooo. No rawr, Destroy. We need to sleep now, k?
Destroy: Argh!!! He bite me!!! Continue reading
Jon found me on the couch reading. â€œWow. Are you reading a real book?â€
And indeed I was. It was a paperback, not my standard digital iAppendage. A Pound of Hope â€“ the story of miracle micropreemie twin boys by Jennifer Kemper Sinconis.Â Continue reading
The Pixi Stix are here! (Iâ€™ve mentioned the muppets’ future prom dates before.)
And tonight I went to visit them, cooing, â€œLet me meet my future daughters-in-lawâ€ to the consternation of their doting father.
They are tiny and perfect and I love them. Continue reading
Good news. Iâ€™ve secured the muppets dates to prom. It will be a twinsplosion of adorableness.
Remember the Lovelies? Back in February, Maureen announced was pregnant. And there were two. Twins! To reiterate: DOUBLE TROUBLE IS TAKING OVER Yâ€™ALL!
Identical girls. (Destroy, aka Casanova, is *thrilled* â€“ remember boys, only date girls whose daddyâ€™s have less guns than yours.)
And then a week after we celebrated, I received the news about their 12-week ultrasound â€“ that magical entry point into the second trimester when everything is supposed to be ok. It wasn’t. Continue reading
Â Clarity of thought.
That crisp, concise understanding that you know precisely what youâ€™re doing. (Or at least what you should be doing.) I used to think I had that onceâ€¦
Enter toddlers, stage right. Continue reading
Back when I was just a normal pregnant woman, waddling around with healthy gestating twins, Grandma Nancy nicknamed the future muppets Search and Destroy.
Prescient. Continue reading