The very first moments that the kids all meet
Check out the look on Owen’s face!
Sandy tries to explain…
Food unites all!
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The very first moments that the kids all meet
Ambika & Nate
Sandy & Owen
Heather & Nate
Sandy (with K & O)
We play this game in the car when we get to our neighborhood: We point to each house and say – “is that our house?” and Kyle or Owen answer “nooooo!?!?” When we finally get to our house they say “our house!”. I am sure lots of parents do similar things, after all, we want our boys to know which is their home.
We also do it with driveways when we take walks. “That’s not our driveway…” (which really means, ‘don’t go walking in there, stay here with me’). It’s morphed into everything – that’s not our dog, this is my mama-papi, is that our car, etc. It must also be some developmental stage, since they seem to have nailed the concept of “mine” (although they don’t quite have sharing yet, but they’re not too bad about it).
We were driving home from the pharmacy after picking up antibiotics on Tuesday and before we arrived at out neighborhood Owen started with “Papi – that’s not our house” for pretty much every house we passed. That’s a lot of houses and he insisted I answer “that’s right Owen, that’s not our house” for each one. When we got to our house he was thrilled, kicking and thrashing in his seat (see note below about being ‘sick’…) “our house! our house!”
And the thing that really zings me is that they get to say “our” – after all, “ours” means so much in so many ways.
Kyle and Owen carved their first jack-o-lantern. Well, they didn’t actually carve it, but they helped dig all the seeds and gushy pumkin stuff out of the inside. And I guess technically this was their second jack-o-lantern carving experience, since we did it last year too, but they were only 18 months old then so I’m not sure that really counts. Anyway, Owen kept saying, very seriously, “Mommy, don’t eat it.” And I’d say, “It’s o.k. Owen, you can eat it!” And he’d taste some of the raw pumkin guts and say, “It’s yucky.” Then a few seconds later: “Mommy, don’t eat it”… and the whole thing would start all over again. He tried it many times and said, “It’s yucky” each time. Kyle, on the other hand, had no interest in eating it (remarkable since the boy can EAT with the best of ’em and eats about 3x as much food per day as Owen). Kyle was just totally fascinated with the whole production– particularly the CANDLES once they were placed, and lit, inside the jack-o-lantern. He continuously kept blowing them out by blowing through the pumkin’s cut-out-mouth. It was driving me nutty because I’d finally get the thing lit, then he’d blow it out. I started getting really mad, telling him “KYLE, DO NOT BLOW IT OUT!” Owen would then eagerly egg him on: “Blow it out Kyle! Blow it out!!” and Kyle would then blow out the candles. So infuriating. Anyway, the jack-o-lantern was cute and the boys loved doing it.
Kyle and Owen get into their costumes, and then insist on going upstairs to their room to admire themselves in the mirror before heading outside for trick-or-treating!
I cannot imagine a more fun Halloween night than this one was. The boys were just so, so, so into it! Everything about it was so fun for them. They got to carry flashlights, which was HUGE. They got to run around in the dark on everyone’s lawns, which was HUGE. They got to say, “rooaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” about 100 times, which was HUGE. They got to ring everybody’s doorbells, which was HUGE. They were absolutely adorable and delighted everyone at every house we went to. The boys would run up to the door, ring the bell, wait patiently for the door to open up, and then shout: “Trick or treat!!!” I mean, seriously, how is that not the cutest thing going? They got tons of candy, which they could barely care less about (although we let them eat waaaay more of it than you’re probably supposed to let a 2-year-old eat). But after we went inside at the end of the night they never even looked in their pumpkins to see all the loot they had collected in there. Who cares, right? (well, Braydon and I cared– we ate it all after they went to bed). It really was a magical night. Rooaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
These photos were taken by Braydon the morning after Halloween…
Kyle is dazed and confused, apparently experiencing the after-effects of some sort of post-Halloween-sugar-crash hangover…
Owen however is still flying high, apparently still feeling the rush of his Halloween-induced sugar-trip…
Sick Twins with Mama
(note the struggle to hold them both gracefully on my one little lap, note that they both want their mama’s affections when they’re not feeling well, note the look of desperation on my face, note the large mug of black coffee)
That’s just how manic it was: I barely even knew what day it was amidst all the manic madness of that day! The last day of October, 2006, was one of our little tiny family’s most incredibly full/intense/up-down/high-low/roller-coaster of emotion days yet. I’m going to be posting a whole ton of stuff about this day. So whoever out there in blogland is actually interested in reading/seeing all this is gonna have a lot to take in on these postings!!!
Well, so far Braydon and I agree that the hardest part about the whole dual-career-with-young-kids-far-away-from-extended-family-“thing” is those unfortunate scenarios when all hell breaks loose because one or more of the four of us get sick. I feel like we manage very well and the whole ball of wax holds together pretty nicely (all things considered) until… the dreaded: that phone call from the daycare to “come pick up ___ *now* because he’s sick.” And then, almost just as dreaded: that “conversation” with the daycare director when we pick up the poor little sick baby and she says as flatly as can be: “Oh, and you cannot bring him here tomorrow in case it is contageous.” And then she adds, as if it is just a side-note: “And really, they both should stay home since if he has it he probably has it too.”………….. UGH. It happened on Monday.
I picked up Kyle and went straight to the doctor. He said it was an ear infection. And he wrote a prescription. Antibiotics are wonderful. Braydon posted to the blog on Monday night (see “Alone At Last”), and our baby boy slept like the precious little bambino he is– and those antibiotics went straight to work in his little system. Braydon and I had our team huddle (sadly, our team consists of just the two of us), and decided that for Tuesday our strategy would be the following: we’d both cancel all our meetings to stay home, trade of-and-on with childcare throughout the day, and each try too to get as much accomplished work-wise as humanly possible when we were “off duty” childcare-wise. We went to be early Monday night, prepping ourselves mentally for whatever the next day would bring.
By Tuesday morning at 7:00 a.m., this was the scene:
Note: Do either of these children appear to be sick to you?
O.k., so we had our ups and downs all day… the photo at the top of this post portrays an actual scene that occurred multiple times that day– but those times were countered by just as many crazy-fun-“this feels like we’re playing hooky, not taking a sick day”-moments. By the afternoon, and after another round of antibiotics dispensed, both boys were absolutely FINE. I mean, really, really themselves. Would never have even known they were ever sick at all.
Here Kyle tries to take his own temperature with our ear thermometer. Note: he did not have a fever all day (it had broken in the night Monday night thanks to those antibiotics).
And seriously, this next picture is Owen… he doesn’t look a bit sick, does he?! I can’t help but think that the look on his face is expressing something along the lines of: “Ha! Fooled ya! You fools actually thought I was sick!!! I’m only TWO and I’m already playing HOOKY!!!”
At the end of it all, the high points of the day were so high that they waaaay off-set any of the sick-babies-srambling-to-hold-down-two-jobs… Read on to find out why! 
Not being a twin myself, I can’t really imagine what it’s like to have to share everything. Right now the boys have very little that is not interchangeable. Actually, it might only be their beds that are really their own. And their shoes (since Owen is a size 12 and Kyle is a size 11). And their lovely lion and honey bunny. But that’s about it.
To top it off, while it’s obvious to anyone who looks for 1/2 a second that these boys are very close and love each other dearly, they almost never get a break from their twin. So, tonight, Kyle is sick – he has an ear infection – poor guy (and poor us) – and went to bed before Owen.
I guess if there is a perk to your brother having an ear infection it would be getting a moment to yourself with a good book. Same can not be said for said parents…. 
Our boys are kind of exceptionally physically capable for their age. Their birthparents obviously gave them something incredible that we never could have: unbelievably awesome genes. They’re not even 2.5 years old yet and they can do stuff like: dive & swim underwater for long distances, walk unassisted on a high balance beam and then perfectly land their jump off on both feet, throw a frisbee better than me, ride a scooter, dribble a full size basketball, golf like you wouldn’t believe, drop-kick a kickball, and throw a baseball up onto our garage roof over and over again. They’ve got good genes for sportsy athletic physical (or like I’m fond of saying: “boys’ boys”) kind of stuff. Their sheer size probably helps too: they can easily ride on toys made for “3+” year olds and fit baseball gloves made for 4 year olds and comfortably use golf clubs made for 5 year olds. It is sort of a relief to me that Braydon and I don’t have to “claim” any of this– that we can say, “Wow, yeah, their birthparents must have come from an incredible gene pool!” It would feel really weird to me if they were my biological children and I somehow had to explain where all of this awesome-ness came from genetically. It is nice for me that it has nothing to do with me. So, anyway, they’re really quite amazing in the physical realm. Given all this it has come to a surprise to Braydon and I that the boys haven’t been able to figure out how to pedal a bike. We bought them little tricycles this past spring, and they’ve been trying for several months now, but they just have not mastered the whole concept of the pedals. They love the idea of the bikes, and they’ve been playing with them daily for a long time now– but basically, what that has involved is the two of them “riding” their bikes around the driveway by pushing along with their feet on the ground. It is the whole pedal thing that has been getting in the way…
Up until this weekend!
Maybe it was that they both took such nice long naps, or maybe it was that the sugar from trick-or-treating with Joy Lin still hadn’t worn off, or maybe it was just that it was an exceptionally beautiful sunset, but late Saturday afternoon they both got it! They were playing around on their tricycles like any other day, and suddenely Owen was peddling. And then suddenly Kyle was peddling. I thought that maybe it was a fluke, but no!
We were out for the morning today – we went for brunch at the home of our friends Brian and Emily and their adorable son Lucas – and we had a great time. No bikes were involved (just good bagels and bloody mary’s!). Anyway, after we got home from our outing K & O pulled their tricycles out of the garage and sure enough- they did it again! They’re now peddling like old pro’s!
Owen rides it! 
Kyle rides it!
The view from our driveway on Saturday afternoon
It is so beautiful here right now. Before we ever even met, when we were both teenagers (me in New Hampshire, Braydon in Georgia), Braydon and I separately dreamed of living in Bucks County Pennsylvania some day! Now we’re here. And weekends like this are so gorgeous here, they almost feel like we’re still dreaming…
Friday night we went trick-or-treating with Joy Lin and her family! It was trick-or-treat night in Joy Lin’s Gram’s neighborhood and we had the honor of being invited to join the whole family. These three kids are like three peas in a pod, and whenever we get together it is total, complete, utter mayhem… especially when Gram (thus candy/sweets/sugar) is around! Joy has almost as much energy as K & O. Seriously! And even though she’s 4 and they’re only 2, the three of them are more like triplets than like friends. It is a LOT of fun to see them on a normal day, let alone on trick-or-treat day!! Whoa! We had a blast. They went wild trick-or-treating. For all of you who know my boys… well, let’s just say you should use your imagination and then multiply that tenfold re: the level of gusto and energy that they poured into this evening’s activities. Two highlights: 1) at one point, walking across the porch of a house where we had just trick-or-treated, Kyle picked a huge branch of beautiful purple flowers off a potted mum plant. The family was inside, watching from the window, and started laughing hysterically. Kyle went back to their door, knocked, and handed the lady the flowers!!!!! Hysterical!!!!!!!! 2) at another point, when the three kids were really starting to get comfortable with the whole trick-or-treat routine, the three of them were collecting their candy in a doorway of somebody’s house. For whatever reason, Owen decided to make himself at home there and just strolled inside right into the living room and started hanging out in there with the family. Braydon literally had to walk into the house to remove him!!! What a riot!!!!!!!! Anyway, we just love Joy Lin and her whole family. And we’re especially really, really excited because Lisa and Chris (Joy’s mom and dad) just announced they’ve begun the process to adopt again: a baby sister for Joy! We’re already dreaming of the day they bring the new little Kulp home from China! Poor little thing will have her work cut out for her to keep up with K, O, and Joy Lin!
Joy Lin strikes a pose!
Huddle!
Post-trick-or-treating hot chocolate — Cheers!
Chug!
A great time was had by all!
Our two lions roaring loudToday was the annual Halloween Parade at daycare! This is one of the highlights of the entire year for K & O. Man, do they just love it! Last year they were sheep for Halloween, because at the time their favorite animal noise to make was sheep: “baaa baaaa baaaaaaaaaa!” Well, in keeping with the tradition, this year, they are LIONS because right now their favorite animal noise to make — by far — is lion: “rooaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr!” Last night, given that it was the eve of the big parade day, we tried on their costumes after supper! They spent about 20 minutes just dancing in front of the mirror in their room roaring and carrying on. I think Halloween might be their favorite holiday. I’ll probably take that back in a couple months when I’m posting about Santa… Anyway, we’re in full Halloween mode now and everything they’ve been waiting for is now officially underway! They love it! Love it love it love it! If you say, “What are you for halloween?” They’ll say, “LION!” If you say, “What does the lion say?” They’ll say, “Rooaaaaarrrrr!” If you say, “Where does the lion live?” They’ll say, “AFRICA!!” If you say, “What kind of lion are you?”—then you’re in for a surprise… sometimes one or both will say, “Scary lion!!”, other times, “Happy lion!!”, other times they’ll just look at you blankly like they have no clue what you’re talking about. Last night, when they were wearing their costumes for the first time I heard them saying something I hadn’t ever heard them say before– out of the blue they started saying, “Trick or treat! Candy time!!” :0
Kyle marches in the parade
Owen is so excited about all his friends in costume
The “parade” is actually just a stroll down the sidewalk outside the daycare center (!)
K & O find their friend Maddie, dressed as a giraffe, and sandwich her with a huge double-lion-hug!
Singing songs in costume at the end of the parade route
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