The other day Catie asked which camps I did when I was a kid. Finally. Ever since my life-changing experiences as a camper at Camp Lone Star and a counselor at Mount Cross, I’ve been waiting to teach my kids about the value of camp. But no. She wasn’t interested in my stories about singing...Continue Reading
Last week we celebrated the twins’ birthday at Rainforest Cafe. Tears and screaming and a seven-foot frog. And that wasn’t only at our table. Crazy. That’s what the night was The thing is, M and I should really know better. The Rainforest Cafe has terrified Catie since the first time we took her there. At...Continue Reading
“Just you and me, Mommy!” are the exact words Sam said to me this week as we dropped the girls off for ballet camp. With the girls occupied with the drama of ballet camp (if you think I’m kidding about the drama, you haven’t seen our girls…or any three and six year old females. Life...Continue Reading
Conventional wisdom among twin moms–or really anyone who thinks about it for a minute or two–is that having twins after a singleton is not the easy way to go. Really, conventional wisdom says that nothing about having twins is easy. But the theory here is that if you have the twins second, you’ll know just...Continue Reading
Sam and Ellie on June 23, 2007 (34 weeks gestational age). It’s been a week since I’ve posted anything. But what a week it’s been. Fathers Day, Sam’s birthday, Ellie’s birthday (those last two were the same day, but since they shared every other celebration, I thought I’d give them some individuality here), M’s birthday,...Continue Reading
Sam has been embracing his inner daddy since he was old enough to march around the kitchen with a stroller and call Ellie, “honey, mommy.” It must be the excellent example M. has been to our kids. He’s taught them that men can help take care of kids just as much as women. Sometimes you...Continue Reading
Dining Room After –> Dining Room Before Nearly every day since April there has been one activity on our family’s list of things to do: the rental house. Remember that “hobby house” we bought a couple months ago? Or “the mistress,” as I call it on nights that M. disappears there until after midnight? It’s...Continue Reading
I’m sure that we save those. Plastic and so cheap you can imagine the $2.99 price tag that once hung from them, but we will keep these forever. Or until the kids come home from college to claim what’s theirs. And then they will shake their heads that their ridiculous mother saved these silly trophies...Continue Reading
Maybe I seem a bit obsessed with the twins’ potty-training. The process really has dominated our summer so far. But now they seem to be done. In one week we went from only a third of our children being able to pee in the pot to all of them. Of course all that changes in...Continue Reading
There was a time that my list of hobbies included, “travel.” Back when I was a teacher and two months off meant hair-brained schemes like renting a car and driving through the English Cotswalds with no hotel reservations and only the plan to “see everything.” And then we had Catie. But we still traveled. Staying...Continue Reading
