Well these guys are as of today.
Happy anniversary to my mom and dad!!!
Last week my twins celebrated another birthday. It doesn’t feel like a whole year has passed since they turned 7!!!
I had told them last year that in third grade we would be stopping the big bashes. Fall birthdays are rough as the friendships are still new…I’m over inviting half the class but if they just invite a few friends to a little celebration I worry about feelings being hurt. And the stress is all magnified times two…so…
In lieu of parties we did a quick overnight to Great
Germ Wolf Lodge because my kids cannot get enough of that place. The good news is that it was a great time to go as it was empty but the bad news was that I couldn’t breathe and my asthma kicked up bad this time in there. Because it was so empty we rode on every ride one thousand and one times. (It was a great time to go but honestly I don’t know that I’m ever able to return…my breathing was that bad…)
Both coming and going we stopped at Cracker Barrel restaurant because we don’t have any around here and it’s now part of our GW Lodge routine. I really love those Chicken N Dumplins and the kids of course just love to go crazy in that store. I got a lot of good ideas for holiday gifts for the kids.
On the actual birthday, one twin’s teacher allowed me to visit, the other allowed instructed me only to send in treats. My daughter wanted those number custom 8 Dunkin Donuts because “no one does cupcakes in 3rd grade MOM”. I did have loads of fun visiting my son in his classroom. We played a game and then I made sure to embarrass him by showing all his classmates this adorable baby picture!
That night we did our birthday tradition of going out for Japanese hibatchi…it’s always a lot of fun.
I’m still getting a little choked up looking at the baby picture….how does time seem to moving faster as they get older?
Early this morning I awoke to fire trucks which sounded too close for comfort. As I mentally tried to will my body out of my bed to check out my street I heard vigorously knocking on my door and the doorbell ringing. So frightening. I alerted my husband. He, not being awake and clear, told me to call 911 of which I responded, it is 911!
In reality, it was our neighbors across the street of our little cul-de-sac. Moments before they were urgently instructed by firefighters to evacuate their home as right next to them the house was engulfed in flames.
In the early, early hours of this morning we all watched our friend’s home in a losing battle to a vicious fire. It is very windy here and every little blazing ember that found its way over to my property was stared down. The damage was contained to just the one home. And just like that, our friends have no more home.
Today, I was planning on stressing a little over my hosting responsibilities for Thanksgiving. Instead, I plan on keeping my friends in the forefront of all my thoughts. I’m going to think of them and send warm thoughts when I find myself stressing over something trivial. I’m going to focus on all of the phone calls and texts and emails we have received this morning inquiring about our safety.
(Apologies for the poor writing. I’m so tired and so distressed.)
Here I was lamenting about all the “festivities” involved with Halloween, and then Halloween came.
I arrived at the little one’s little school awaiting the beginning of her Halloween parade. I stood there feeling old, watching the younger moms with their strollers and infants and toddlers, in awe that it wasn’t too long ago I stood in the same spot as my twins paraded. Then it hit me. After all the years of these parades, this was it, my last Halloween parade.
It’s not about the parade of course it’s about my babies growing up….faster every day. :( I seem to be acutely aware of it at these events. Do you, as a parent, find yourself reflecting a lot about time passing by?
But on the bright side I just have to share this photo of the candy sorting on Halloween night…it always makes me smile
I told him that if I aged as well as he has I would shout my age from rooftops as I am half his age and feeling so weathered and run down already.
Happy birthday dad!!!!!!!!!!
My 3rd grader has started playing the violin and it’s a complete trip. WHY? Because I used to play the violin! She knows I played but I truly had no influence over her decision because honestly I really don’t care what my kids choose to play.
Her playing is horrendous, but I suppose that’s to be expected in the first few weeks. But my answer to the question, always, is “yes I loooove to hear you play!”
The other day I found myself near a restaurant I used to frequent with my husband.
When the twins were babies I had a sitter who would come 2 afternoons a week for a few hours each day. Sometimes my husband would get home and we would have an hour left with the sitter so we would race out to this local Korean restaurant to enjoy some of our favorite Korean delicacies.
So here I was on Tuesday near this restaurant when I found myself salivating right around lunchtime. My growling stomach pulled me through the door where I was greeted by the lovely owner….a delightful middle-aged Korean woman, who, though I hadn’t been there in many years, clearly remembered me and right away began an inquiry and wanted to know how my kids and husband were doing. She had always been so taken with the photos of the kids I had shown over the years and today was no different.
She told me her son and daughter were now 23 and 25 and hustled along to prepare some food.
It was obvious to me that though so much was familiar with this scene something was also glaringly different…her equally sweet and smiley husband, usually positioned behind the sushi window, was nowhere to be found. Intuitively I was instantly troubled by it.
When the owner appeared again I tentatively asked how her husband was doing.
She shook her head.
I learned he had died in July of last year from cancer. I told her how sorry I am…that I always loved his warm greetings and smiles. I recalled how he sometimes would whip something up for us to try “on the house” to get our approval.
By this time my sizzling pot of dol sot bi bim bop arrived, but I was no longer hungry and excited for it. As I mixed the egg, rice and veggies around in the clay pot, I watched the wife circling about with her tasks in the restaurant, some of them, having once belonged to her husband. When our eyes met I told her again how deeply sorry I am to which she replied, “Just enjoy your family.”
To honor my Korean friends, I plan to be more diligent at doing just that.
Last night my daughter attended her very first sleepover birthday party.
When we received the invitation I was hit with a little wall of dread. I knew the day was coming but I wasn’t ready to deal with it! All three kids have been talking about sleepovers a lot the past few months. Some of their friends have already been having them.
So here was my daughter invited to an 8th birthday party at 7 on a Saturday night with the option to leave that night or stay over. Truly though, there was no option, as when she got wind of the invite she was 150% sleeping over!
My practical husband, so good at grounding my hysteria, when asked what he thought, gave the thumbs up and told me it would be okay. (He also agreed to be the one to make the late night run to get her if it would be needed!) As I discussed this with some friends, thinking my anxiety level was little crazy (and I should add that this is a mom that I know and love and trust), I was surprised with how many asserted they won’t ever let their kids attend sleepovers. I mean I was really shocked.
My dynamic is to get anxious, realize I am being crazy (this blog isn’t called manic mommy for nothing!), and have my husband normalize me so my children don’t get completely screwed up. It’s so crucial that we don’t let our issues become our kids issues. Because here’s the deal, sleepovers are a rite of passage for a child. They are certainly a wonderful memory from my childhood and I want my kids absolutely to have that experience as well. So she went, of course!
And guess what? She had a great time and arrived home safe and sound this morning, albeit the lack of sleep is clearly already starting to affect her mood.
I’m curious…what’s your rule with sleepovers?
2 days of school this week, 3 days off, 2 months prior of summer…makes for cranky annoying kids. I was at the point of no patience on Friday and dragged them to the park while I settled onto a bench with my Kindle. After the usual running around, yelling and fighting I didn’t hear them for a while so I went to check.
They had crawled under the play structure with their Rainbow Loom and Pokeman cards and were just chatting and actually enjoying each other. But the twins were curled up on each other in a way that seriously almost made me fall down and cry.
I had to quickly snap the photos without drawing attention to it.
The picture embodies the way I hope they will always relate to one another <3