Today was a big day for Kyle & Owen: their last day of daycare before their summer vacation!!! They have been in daycare either part-time or full-time for the past two years straight. It will be very interesting for all of us to see how they like being out of daycare for the next three months! We’re all really looking forward to having Alex be our Nanny full time for the summer. Last year at this time we were livin’ it up in the Turks & Caicos Islands… Since I didn’t have the blog then, I’m posting these photos now!
Please take twenty minutes of your time to watch this short documentary on YouTube:
Malnutrition in Haiti, Part 1 — click here
Part 2 — click here
Part 3 — click here–OR– Three Things that can Truly make a mom of Twin Three-Year-Olds feel Tremendously Terrific:
1) Yesterday when I picked up the boys from daycare they did what they have done almost every single daycare day for the past two years… when they spotted me approaching, they starting jumping up and down yelling at the tops of their lungs “My Mama is here!!! Yay my mommy!!! Mama mama mama!!!” As soon as I was to them they were jumping all over me, hugging me. Nothing could make a working mom feel much better than that… except… it just so happened that no other parents were there when I was, and one of the daycare staff/’teachers’ said to me: “Do you realize that you get by far the biggest welcome of any other parent?? No other parents get that kind of response from their kids when they come to pick them up! Kyle and Owen just adore you!!!!!!” Um, o.k., it does not get much better than that!!!
2) After daycare pick-up I brought the boys to the drugstore to buy each of them a new toy car to bring on vacation [very random, but Eckerd drug store seriously has the absolutely BEST toy cars on the planet — and they are less than $3 each]… We were looking at all the toy cars and I was telling the boys they could each choose one. They were both having a really hard time deciding which one to choose. Kyle said, “Mama, which one do I choose?” I said, “I don’t know baby, which one is your favorite? which one do you like the best?” Owen stops everything, turns away from the toy cars, gets right up close to my face and says, with total sincerity: “My mommy is the best mommy.”
3) Last night was Hair Night (we re-twisted the boys’ dreds)… which means we all sit on the floor of the family room and K & O eat their supper while watching videos as Braydon and I do their hair. I put the boys’ supper in these containers (see below) for hair night… Their supper was (clockwise from top left): soy nuggets & ketchup, raw baby carrot chunks, cherry tomatoe halves, wheat bread with roasted-red-pepper-hummus. When Kyle saw his supper he said, “Oooooh Mama!!! Look at my supper!!! You make me a happy happy boy my mommy!!!”
The final installment of Snorkeling 101. The boys’ instructor (a.k.a. Papi) assures me that they are now fully ready to move from the bathtub to the open seas.Saturday Afternoon at Nate’s Birthday Party
Our next door neighbors threw a big bash for their son Nate’s 7th Birthday. Kyle and Owen were guests of honor — despite the age difference, they are Nate and Ambika’s best friends since coming home from India in October.Even though they were the youngest kids at the party, everyone fully expected that either Owen or Kyle would break open the pinata… I was genuinely happy that instead it was the birthday boy himself who did!The boys made sure they had front row seats, of course. They were dismayed when Nate (who doesn’t know the traditions yet — this was his first birthday in the U.S.A.) blew out all of his candles before everyone had finished singing the “Happy Birthday To You” song.Alex babysat on Saturday night while Braydon and I went out to dinner with the Uhrigs. Alex now regularly sends photos from her phone to Braydon’s phone while we’re out. She sent this message at 8:00… she had given the boys a bath, they were in their pajamas, and about to go to bed.We didn’t have the camera with us, so Braydon took this photo with his cell phone of the boys playing in a little stream……and exploring the shoreline of a little pond.We’re trying to get the boys accustomed to wearing their backpacks so that they will hopefully wear them (and carry some stuff in them!) while we’re travelling and on vacation…Sunday afternoon at the playground… Braydon turns to me and says, “It is days like today that I feel more like an uncle than a father. It seems like other dad’s don’t have this much fun with their kids, it seems more like something an uncle does.”
This morning I had about a dozen emails waiting for me about the little video Braydon posted last night (see below and/or click here). Everyone wants to know what the story is! Here’s the story — on Saturday we were at a party at our next door neighbor’s house. There were a lot of people there and a whole bunch of us were outside on the back porch. Someone came outside and got Braydon and said to him, “You’ve got to come inside and see what Owen’s doing!” Braydon thought to himself, “Oh no! What has he gotten into now?!!!” But when he got inside he found that Owen was all by himself in the living room where the music for the party was playing loudly…. and he was groovin’ to Madonna, absolutely oblivious to the fact that anyone was even noticing him. Braydon made the little video with the little built-in video-recorder on our camera. After the party Braydon told me, “I can’t wait for you to see this little video clip I took of Owen!” I can definately say this about it: it is so Owen. It captures him perfectly!!! And… I think the Madonna lyrics sum up my sentiments about my precious-and-just-too-funny-Owen absolutely perfectly: “Borderline, feels like I’m goin’ to lose my mind. You just keep on pushin’ my love over the borderline.”
There really is just not much I can say, when you consider of the music and the hip motion….
Textbooks on child development all say that young children are very ritualistic. I don’t know if that is generally true of all young children, but it is definitely true about my two young children. Since we became parents of Kyle and Owen, Braydon and I have always joked about how with our boys “it just takes three times for it to be a fully ingrained ritual!” If you rock them to sleep three times in a row they’ll expect it forever. If you let them eat ice cream three days straight they’ll fully expect ice cream daily. If you let your guard down and let them get away with pulling the cat’s tail three times, you’ll never see the end of it. I don’t know about all kids, but with our kids three times of anything is all it takes. K & O love little rituals and they latch on tight to them. Braydon and I are both like that too (perhaps that has something to do with K & O being like that, perhaps it has nothing to do with it, we just don’t know). We’ve somehow lapsed into a little Saturday morning ritual of “snacks! and milk! and juice!” in “Mama and Papi’s bed!” while watching “Elmo!” (a.k.a. Sesame Street). This morning Kyle and Owen were both asking for this at 7:00 a.m. on the dot. Braydon got the t.v. on, and got them settled in our bed while I went down to the kitchen to get everything ready. Sometimes in the craziness of our life, it seems that it is these little rituals that become the glue holding it all together.If they are doing this at age THREE, what on earth will they be doing when they are THIRTEEN???
Today while they were playing in the driveway after daycare, Owen and Kyle decided that they wanted a “bump bump” to ride their bikes over. Braydon found a piece of a 2×4 and laid it down in the driveway for them. K & O quickly learned that if they pedalled hard enough they could actually catch some air coming off of it. They both loved that. And they literally rode over that bump about 30 times each.
But Kyle is our little dare-devil. He is FEARLESS. And soon enough he was not satisfied with just one “bump bump.” Suddenly he announced, “I know!!! How about two bump bumps?!!” He looked to Braydon and pleaded, “Two bump bumps please Papi???!!!” Braydon took off into the shed and came out with another piece of 2×4. This time the “bump bumps” were laid out at the base of the driveway (our driveway goes down on a decline), and K & O quickly figured out that the higher up the driveway they started the faster they could get — and thus, the more air they could catch coming off the double bumps.![]()
It started to get really wild (Owen stayed somewhat in control the entire time, taking his feet off the pedals as he neared the bump so as to not go over it with excessive speed… but again, let me repeat: Kyle is FEARLESS. Kyle would just pedal harder and harder the closer he got to the bump with a crazed look all over his face that just screamed “THRILL SEEKER!!!”). Right around the time I watched Kyle’s entire bike come off the ground a good solid ten inches, I turned to Braydon and said, “Do you really think we should be encouraging this when they are only just barely THREE????” Braydon’s response: “Heck yeah!!!!!!!” Luckily for me, the boys soon decided to take the bikes off-road. Owen announced: “Mama, we are going to ride these bicycles into the woods.” And Kyle said: “Yes, we will ride into the woods!” And that was that.
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