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Snorkeling 101

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We are all extremely excited about our upcoming vacation… even though it is still very far away. Braydon, in particular, is *extraordinarily* excited — especially about the prospects for superb snorkeling. Braydon is/was an avid scuba diver before he met me… Me being a non-diver, with no time to commit to picking up a new hobby, I have really cramped his style over the years. And now with Kyle and Owen having joined the family, it is 3 to 1 — we three really cramp his style on vacation; it is impossible for Braydon to devote any time to scuba diving since he vacations with three non-divers. He’s not too worried about it — he knows we’ll all be scuba diving together as a family in no time — but still, he misses it. Snorkeling is not the same thing, of course, but it is the next best thing. So, in true Braydon style, rather than sulk or mope about the temporary loss of scuba diving, he focuses intently on the here and now: snorkeling. I can’t imagine that many parents expect their two-year-olds to be able to snorkel in open seas. But Braydon is not like most. He defies status quo. He is convinced that both Kyle and Owen will be snorkeling with him in the Caribbean on vacation this year. There is no reasoning with him. Believe me. So, to prepare K & O in advance for their snorkeling excursions, Braydon has decided that instructing them in an intensive training program in the bathtub is the way to go. He ordered the equipment and it arrived yesterday. He could not wait to get them into the tub tonight for the first session of SNORKELING 101. I stayed out of the way (cooking dinner downstairs) but reports from all three of them were that Snorkeling 101 was “great!” Owen claimed that he had seen “fishes under there!” Kyle noted that his mask was “too tight,” but that it was “fun!” Braydon is sure that he has two very fine pupils and that they will “definately!” be ready for the Caribbean by the time we go. I’m not so sure, but I’m on-board for a wild ride!

Dreadlock Conversation with Kyle

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Background Info– The boys have never focused any attention whatsoever on their hair. This has always surprised me since their hair is such a huge focus of attention of other people while we’re out and about. People are constantly commenting on it, kids are constantly trying to touch/feel it, and when we see other folks with dreads they generally go absolutely nuts about ooohing and aahhhing over the 2-year-old-twin-boys-with-the-locked-up-hair. And yet Kyle and Owen have never made any kind of fuss (positive or negative) over their own hair or each other’s. In fact, they’ve never even commented on their hair or asked any single question about it. The only exception to this is that awhile back (starting last summer, through this past December), there was a Lehigh student working at the boys’ daycare who had beautiful long dreads — “Miss Nina.” I actually know Nina well because she’s a student of mine. We used to talk black hair together a lot at daycare drop-off and pick-up. A few weeks into her job at the daycare center she suddenly decided to cut off her dreads. We showed up one morning at the Toddler Room and there was Miss Nina sitting at the breakfast table with a shiny shaved head. All three of us (Owen, Kyle, and me) almost dropped on the floor in shock. It was a huge deal to the boys that “Miss Nina hair cut!” For weeks after they would say this phrase incessantly (never mentioning locs, or anything else, just saying: “Miss Nina hair cut!” over and over and over). But they seemed to get over it, and haven’t mentioned it for a few months now. Other than the “Miss Nina hair cut!” talk, both Kyle and Owen have seemed virtually oblivious about all things hair/locs/etc. Very recently (like, just in the past few days) I’ve noticed that Kyle has started to notice hair more. The other day in the frozen food section of the grocery store we saw a man with beautiful long dreads. Kyle pointed to him and said, “Mama, just like mine hair!” The man turned to look at us. Kyle said to him: “I like your hair!” The man said back: “Nice dreadlocks Little Man!” and that was the end of it. So, now… getting to the conversation of this post… Sunday night was “Hair Night” at the Casa Johnson-McCormick. It was Braydon’s turn to re-twist Owen’s locs and my turn to re-twist Kyle’s. Their locs always look so fresh and ‘tight’ for the first couple days after re-twisting. This morning, right after he woke up, Kyle and I had this conversation~~~

Heather: Kyle, your hair looks so good!
Kyle: [rubbing his hand on his hair] Yes, its good. Its my dreadlocks.
Heather: Yes! Your dreadlocks look so good!
Kyle: Thank you very much.
Heather: Baby, who does your hair?
Kyle: My mama does my hair. My mama does my dreadlocks.
Heather: Yes Baby! Your mama does!
Kyle: [rubbing his hand on his hair again] See my dreadlocks?
Heather: Yes, I see your beautiful dreadlocks.
Kyle: I have mine dreadlocks.
Heather: Yup!
Kyle: [now rubbing his hand on Owen’s hair] Owen has him dreadlocks.
Heather: Yup!
Kyle: Miss Nina hair cut.
Heather: Yes, Miss Nina got her hair cut.
Kyle: Miss Nina hair cut. Dreadlocks cut. Hair all gone.
Heather: Yes.
Kyle: Miss Nina’s dreadlocks cut all gone. We have to go to the store to get more. We have to go to the store to get more dreadlocks for Miss Nina.

Guest Blogger: G’ama

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G’ama (Braydon’s mother) was here last week for a visit. While she was here we had a Major Milestone Event… G’ama voluntarily had the boys stay home from daycare on Thursday and she single-handedly took care of them both for the whole entire day. Let me repeat that: she spent the full day alone with the both boys. I know that to anyone who doesn’t know our twins it might sound crazy to make a big deal over a person spending a whole day alone with them… but to anyone who does know our twins– hmmm… how can I say this? Um… to anyone who does know our twins, I can guarantee that it sounds CRAZY to even consider spending a whole day alone with them, let alone to actually do it!!! It is exhausting to spend a couple of hours with them… imagine spending from 9-5 with them… alone! No one except for Braydon and I had ever done this until this past Thursday. We didn’t blog about it last week because G’ama wanted to think a bit about how to word her Guest Blogger Post (understandably!)! Well, she’s thought about it, and today she’s composed her post! (Click here for her previous Guest Blogger Post). In order to entirely grasp G’ama’s post here, you must first read my post “Where’s My Prize?” just below it.

[And just a quick note here: G’ama deserves Honorable Mention in the ‘Where’s My Prize?’ Competition because although K & O didn’t sleep a full twelve hours after the day they spent with G’ama, they did get very very tuckered out… and… G’ama should get extra points because: a) other than Braydon or I, G’ama was the first to enter the competition, and b) G’ama really deserves to be in a whole other competition for people her own age — we fully recognize that it isn’t really fair for her to have to compete with 30-somethings like Braydon and I, it is just that we have yet to find anybody else willing to compete in her age category. Any volunteers out there???!] đŸ˜‰

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G’ama writes:

Heather is SO right about the boys’ activity level! During the day I spent with them there might have been all of 15 minutes when they were actually sitting more or less still (working on puzzles or drawing). Even during the “rest hour” they were playing (Owen jumping on his bed and kicking the wall). Not that it was a whole hour. Otherwise it was running, jumping, swinging, climbing, riding every conceivable thing with wheels (or pushing it). I’ve seen a lot but never anything like it. And their physical capabilities are remarkable. It’s impossible to grasp that they’re not yet three. Four is more like it.

It’s fascinating to see the way Owen closely calculates reactions to what he says and does. He is very receptive to instruction (i.e. turning puzzle pieces to fit). Kyle appears more independent (except when hurt and needing a hug) and has a charming innocence. They are both incredibly appealing children.

I have only one suggestion/correction. The prize should be a week worth of free massage, maybe even two weeks. And a soak in a hot tub.

Where’s My Prize?

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By most everyone who has ever experienced any time with them, even strangers witnessing them from afar, my boys are labeled “active” (read: off-the-wall go go go non-stop movement always-into-everything constant-full-throttle-energy SPIRITED-to-the-Nth-degree). Generally I’m highly opposed to labels. But in this case, I can’t blame anyone who labels K & O this way. They are so incredibly “active” all the time that I really can’t argue with the label. They don’t ever, ever, ever seem to get tired out; their energy never seems to expire. Ever. Anyone who has spent any time with my boys — you know what I mean. The director of our daycare (who has run the place for over 17 years) told me one day that Kyle and Owen are the two most “active” children she’s ever had in her care. Seriously. And I totally believe her. I’ve often thought that we should offer some sort of prize or award to anybody who can tire them out. Think you are good with spirited kids?! O.k., try mine! Think you have a lot of energy for your age? O.k., try a day with my two boys! Think you can keep up with active children? O.k., try keeping up with mine! The challenge would be something like this: Spend a day with K & O and try to tucker them out without physically putting them in unreasonable danger. The awards and prizes would be given out based on something like this: At the end of the day did they go to sleep smoothly/easily and sleep for more than twelve hours straight? Since I’m so confident that this competition would kick the butts of the vast majority of people who tried to enter it, I would push hard for the prizes to be big, huge, amazing prizes. Like ‘all-expense-paid-vacation’ kinds of prizes. I, for one, think that anyone who could win at this game (especially anyone over the age of 30) deserves something wonderful and restorative — like a spa trip for two to someplace warm and lovely. I can count on two fingers the number of people who, to my knowledge, have actually entered this competition and won: 1) Braydon, 2) Heather. Yes, folks, we are over 30 and we’re good — darn good — at tuckering out our “Active” (with a capital “A”) kids. Last night, after a very “active” day, we brought them upstairs for bedtime at 6:30. They were in bed and asleep by 7:00. And right now it is 8:19 a.m. and they’re both still sleeping soundly. Shouldn’t we get some sort of prize for that??? Like, a really big, huge, amazing prize?

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Late morning P.S. to this post — Just for the record: Owen woke up at 8:40 a.m. Kyle just kept sleeping and sleeping and sleeping. Finally, at 9:20, I let Owen go upstairs to wake up his brother. Who knows how long Ky Ky would have slept?! Just for the record: I’m still waiting for my prize…????? I feel like this is one of those games that is rigged from the start — they let you fantasize about all the great prizes you might win for participating, but nobody ever actually gets to claim anything?!

Easter Egg Hunt 2007

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Saturday was the 2007 EASTER EGG-STRAVAGANZA at Peddler’s Village. We had gone to this last year and had a blast. This year was even better because the boys understand everything so much more. I feel like I wish they could be exactly this age forever.

A Special Treat on a Spring Saturday

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After the Egg Hunt on Saturday we spent awhile walking (well, Braydon and I were walking… Kyle and Owen were running) around Peddler’s Village. The boys love to explore the winding little paths, look at the meandering streams, run over the little bridges, and check out the windmill and water wheel. At one point we went into a Gourmet Candy Shop where they sell handmade chocolates and other goodies. We let the boys pick out one special treat each. Of course they both chose the same exact thing. Of course. But I was surprised when they chose two different colors — Owen chose a treat wrapped in green foil, Kyle chose a treat wrapped in pink foil. They had absolutely no idea what was to be discovered inside, but they knew enough to know that whatever it was inside that pretty foil wrapping was going to be good good good. They each had an oreo cookie hand dipped in milk chocolate. These treats did not disappoint!

Kyle This Weekend

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Kyle had an awesome weekend. For whatever reason (it really is a mystery to us), he was in an *incredibly* good mood all weekend long. Not that Kyle isn’t in a good mood all the time — he is! — Kyle is “Mr. Happy Go Lucky” 24 x 7. But for the past two days he’s been even more happy-happy-happy than usual. All weekend he was hopping and skipping around, beaming with smiles, humming and singing to himself, and cheerily greeting every single person we encountered everywhere we went: “Hi! What’s your name?!” Lately Owen has been more extroverted and gregarious, and Kyle has often been taking a back seat to his brother’s constant one-man-comedy-show. Not that Kyle isn’t extroverted and gregarious and funny himself — he is! — Kyle has always been Super Flirt Numero Uno all day every day. But lately he’s been just a bit subdued and letting Owen dominate the spotlight.
I am saying “lately” here because Braydon and I have always noticed that these things seem to go back-and-forth and the boys’ dynamic seems to shift seamlessly over time. It is a twin thing and these ebbs and flows in their personality dynamics are really absolutely fascinating and amazing to witness. It is almost as if they take turns trying on different aspects of their personalities, stepping up and holding back, being the “____ [fill in the blank] one” and being the “____ [fill in the blank] one.” That’s why whenever anybody says, “Oh! So, he’s the ____ [fill in the blank] one?!” We say, “Only for this particular moment!” Anyway… Kyle was extremely happy and outgoing and charismatic this weekend.
And… he was quite the little Mischief Maker too. For example… This past week Braydon’s mother had come to visit and before she left on Friday she had left a birthday present on the counter for the boys. There were two packages, both wrapped with paper and ribbons. On Saturday morning Kyle had been eyeing it and asked Braydon many times if he could open them. Braydon said that he could not, that he had to wait until their birthday. This little question and answer session was repeated multiple times on Saturday morning. Later in the morning Braydon was in the shower and I was “in charge” of the boys. I had to run upstairs to get something out of Owen’s room and told them I’d be “right back!” I was only out of the room for 3 minutes max, but by the time I returned Kyle had got both presents down from the kitchen counter, had unwrapped both of them, and was inspecting the goods. I grabbed the camera—Here is what I found:

Early spring day in the sandbox

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It was a gorgeous day and we finally got to spend some time outside. I have a new video camera and couldn’t resist filming as the boys played simply in the sandbox.

Note: if the video looks cut off, double click on it to watch directly on youtube.

Quote of the Day: "…I’m not listening!"

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At bedtime tonight Owen was acting up because it was his night with Braydon and he wanted to be with me (click here to read my “Quotes of the Day” post from this past Monday with an explanation about our current bedtime situation). Braydon and I have just about had it with these bedtime fiascos. Braydon crouched down and said very firmly: “Owen, tonight there is no acting up. Tomorrow you’ll have Mama. Tonight you have Papi. No acting up!” Owen then proceeded to very rambunctiously act up. Within a few seconds, before Braydon could even react, Owen stopped everything, stood perfectly still, looked up at Braydon, and said: “Papi, I’m so mad at myself!” Braydon said, “Why are you so mad at yourself?” And Owen said: “Papi, I’m so mad at myself because I’m not listening!” We had all we could do to not break into hysterics.