It's 7am right now. I wouldn't normally mind (so much) being up this early except I stayed awake last night until 3am with a very alert, talkative boy. 4 hours of sleep, yuk! I guess it's my own fault... Sunday night, Tiffany brought a "flu"ish Anthony back with her from a trip to New Jersey for a friend's wedding. She had asked me to keep Ava up to see her brother when they got in so only David was already in bed when they got back in town and didn't get exposed. When Anthony was still throwing up Monday morning (yesterday), I packed a bag and threw David in the car straight from his bed. My escape had been made! I didn't know where I was going or what I was going to do - I would figure that out as the day went on - I just knew I had to get away while we still could!
A friend graciously offered for us to stay at her house and David napped beautifully here. For some reason, he just wasn't tired last night. Although, I'm sure the fact that I was sleeping in a bed only two feet from his was way too exciting for him to handle. I must have heard every scene from Dora and the Wiggles ever written. Here's how my night went:
Awake Son: "If you see Swiper, yell 'Swiper!'. Do you see Swiper? You do?? Say 'Swiper no swiping, swiper no swiping!'. Oh man!"
Tired Mommy: "David, lay down and go to sleep"
Not yet tired Son: "Oh No! Jeff fell asleep! On the count of three we're going to yell, 'wake up Jeff!'. Ready? One...two...three...Wake up Jeff!!!"
Really Tired Mommy: "David, lay down and go to sleep"
Still happy to be awake son: "Do you see Teddy Bear? You do? Where? Oh there it is!!"
I finally dragged his bed out of my room and into my friend's playroom - I drugged him up with a dose of banned Tylenol Cold, gave him a cup of milk and let him cry it out for about thirty minutes. It was a beautiful 4 hours that I slept.
So anyway, today we're going to miss Toddler Tuesday at the local museum. Tiffany says Ava didn't sleep well last night either - a public outing around other toddlers sounds like more than my poor sleepless body can handle today. Even the temptation of having a great disastrous story to tell tonight does not motivate me.
Toddler Tuesday is pretty cute. I like getting the "twins" out of the house for outings as much as possible. Been trying to stick by the APA's recommendation of no more than 2 hours of tv and at least one hour of outdoor play a day. Do you know how difficult that actually is?? Sometimes an hour outside can feel like years..."David don't eat the stick". "Ava stop pulling people off the slide.". And I definitely have to get the kids out in order to keep them from getting more than 2 hours of tv - tv is so easy...
Last time we went to Toddler Tuesday, we learned about the letter "C". They put a "C" stamp on everyone's hand as we walked in and we read some story about a cat. The teacher then held up flash cards of animals that started with the letter "C". We saw a caterpillar, a chimpanzee, a cricket... Ava and David were just sitting still for this part not really participating. Sometimes David is running around the room while Ava binds herself to my lap freaking out if another kid so much as bumps into her. Suddenly, the teacher held up a picture and said, "Look kids! What animal is this?" David stood straight up, lifted both hands in the air and screamed at the top of his lungs, "A TIGER!!!!!!". He kept screaming it and jumping up and down. Obviously proud that he knew the answer. The teacher had to correct him with the fact that it was a cougar.
Ok, they were obviously hurting for animals that started with "C". I mean how many toddlers would know the difference between a tiger and a cougar? (If your darling child does, don't bother commenting on this post - just keep it to yourself so I can feel better about my kid!) I should have punched that reckless teacher in the nose! They then passed around little tiny clear boxes each with a small cricket inside to the irresponsible 2 and 3 year olds, asking them to "please not shake" them. I'm still curious as to the final body count on that lesson.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
Are they going to grow up normal?
I sit down to blog and decide to check on the kids (a good thing to do every once in a while). To my right, down the hall, I can see the glass doors of the playroom closed. David is screaming (really? screaming??) and pulling frantically on the doors to open. Suddenly, Ava runs into view. I see her grab David around the waist and pry his fingers off the door handle - she pulls him out of sight. At this, my interest is piqued. I move closer to get a better look. I swear I'm not making this up...She had him on his stomach on the floor, her knee in his butt with the barrel of a toy gun pushed into his back! I'm not sure what was supposed to happen next, luckily I saved the young hostage just in time. Sometimes I worry that David is going to grow up with a bully complex. Do you think he'll be socially scarred for life as this continues??
Like I have time to worry about such things! I'm currently more worried about keeping my son in custody! I found him outside again this morning. The anguish your heart feels as you discover how easily something so precious to you could be lost is something I can't even describe. The biggest problem is that, this time, I can't figure out how he got out! In times past (yes this is now the fourth incident) someone left the front door open and he helped himself out the screen door. This case, all adults present swear they didn't do it.
Dear husband and I decided to perform a test with which we could determine if David could possibly open the front door himself. We didn't want to actually ask him to open the FRONT door because we weren't going to give him permission to do it - or teach him how if he didn't already know! We took him to the door which separates the kitchen from the laundry room and excitedly exclaimed, "Open the door, David! Go ahead, open it!". He was shocked at first - he's not allowed to go through that door... Was this a trick? Could he get a spanking for this? (Yes, we spank for certain major offenses) You could see the uneasiness and confusion as it slowly grew to excitement. He did his little excited dance and then ran to the door! He put his hand on the handle and gave it a little shake. He then stood back, raised both arms and said, "Open Door! Abrir!!"
*Sigh* My poor baby thinks that because he can help Dora the Explorer open things by just yelling out the word "Abrir"... You get the picture. So I'm going to vote "no" on the whole idea of David being able to open the front door on his own. Now that I think about it - the whole recent playroom scenario sort of backs up my vote.
Ava comes walking into the living room the other day and sees a blanket lying on the floor. Before I even knew what was happening, she threw it over her head and took off at full speed into the wall. I was in total shock for a minute! The crumpled mass just started rolling and moaning - it took me a few minutes to find her under there. She cried and cried, holding on to me. I was trying to comfort her, but I really couldn't stop laughing! She looked like E.T. when Elliot and Gertie dressed him up like a ghost for Halloween to get him past their mom. Wasn't he bumping into walls?
I certainly wasn't expecting her to take off running! She pulled herself together pretty quickly and climbed out of my lap. Immediately, the blanket went back over her head as she cautiously walked out of the room in total blindness. Wouldn't it be fun to know what kids were thinking??
My mom comes over every Wednesday after work to spend time with me and the kids. She just loves to show how much more fun grandma is than mommy by pulling out or bringing over dangerous, messy, and complicated activities! I don't mind it, really, I just try to stay out of the way - and make sure the babies don't swallow too many marbles (not sure if I will ever forgive her for that game...). She tells me she's making memories of them with her that they'll have when they grow up. Who am I to stifle that sort of aspiration? So grandma's more fun than me, I'll let it slide for now.
We decided to take the little one's for a walk this past Wednesday since it had been raining all day and they hadn't been able to get out. We go through the garage so Anthony could bring his bike. You wouldn't think Darling Husband cleaning out the garage could be a bad thing. It's just that the kids could now see all their favorite toys in plain sight. I had wanted the babies to go on foot for this particular walk because I felt like they needed to get some energy out. They immediately climbed into the double jogging stroller and chimed in chorus, "push, push! Let's go!"
The rain looked like it wasn't quite done for the day so we decided to just walk back and forth down my street in case we needed to run back in quickly. I pushed David and Ava up and down the street, trying to coax the littlest free loaders to get out and walk for themselves, while Anthony rode his bike. Mom and I decide we've gotten enough outdoors for one day and head everyone back into the garage. I pulled the babies out of the stroller and put Anthony's bike back up on the hook in the ceiling (that took mom and I both to work out!). As I'm herding everyone back in the house, the babies located the red wagon. "Pull, pull! Let's go!", I hear as I turn around to two 2 year olds strapped into the red wagon, ready for their walk. Grandma, of course, coaxes me into another one. How could we dissapoint them? As I pulled the babies up and down the street in their new mode of transportation, with Anthony riding behind on a tricycle (no way I was getting that bike back down), I thought, "Please God, don't let my neighbors think I'm crazy.". Hopeless prayer.
Like I have time to worry about such things! I'm currently more worried about keeping my son in custody! I found him outside again this morning. The anguish your heart feels as you discover how easily something so precious to you could be lost is something I can't even describe. The biggest problem is that, this time, I can't figure out how he got out! In times past (yes this is now the fourth incident) someone left the front door open and he helped himself out the screen door. This case, all adults present swear they didn't do it.
Dear husband and I decided to perform a test with which we could determine if David could possibly open the front door himself. We didn't want to actually ask him to open the FRONT door because we weren't going to give him permission to do it - or teach him how if he didn't already know! We took him to the door which separates the kitchen from the laundry room and excitedly exclaimed, "Open the door, David! Go ahead, open it!". He was shocked at first - he's not allowed to go through that door... Was this a trick? Could he get a spanking for this? (Yes, we spank for certain major offenses) You could see the uneasiness and confusion as it slowly grew to excitement. He did his little excited dance and then ran to the door! He put his hand on the handle and gave it a little shake. He then stood back, raised both arms and said, "Open Door! Abrir!!"
*Sigh* My poor baby thinks that because he can help Dora the Explorer open things by just yelling out the word "Abrir"... You get the picture. So I'm going to vote "no" on the whole idea of David being able to open the front door on his own. Now that I think about it - the whole recent playroom scenario sort of backs up my vote.
Ava comes walking into the living room the other day and sees a blanket lying on the floor. Before I even knew what was happening, she threw it over her head and took off at full speed into the wall. I was in total shock for a minute! The crumpled mass just started rolling and moaning - it took me a few minutes to find her under there. She cried and cried, holding on to me. I was trying to comfort her, but I really couldn't stop laughing! She looked like E.T. when Elliot and Gertie dressed him up like a ghost for Halloween to get him past their mom. Wasn't he bumping into walls?
I certainly wasn't expecting her to take off running! She pulled herself together pretty quickly and climbed out of my lap. Immediately, the blanket went back over her head as she cautiously walked out of the room in total blindness. Wouldn't it be fun to know what kids were thinking??
My mom comes over every Wednesday after work to spend time with me and the kids. She just loves to show how much more fun grandma is than mommy by pulling out or bringing over dangerous, messy, and complicated activities! I don't mind it, really, I just try to stay out of the way - and make sure the babies don't swallow too many marbles (not sure if I will ever forgive her for that game...). She tells me she's making memories of them with her that they'll have when they grow up. Who am I to stifle that sort of aspiration? So grandma's more fun than me, I'll let it slide for now.
We decided to take the little one's for a walk this past Wednesday since it had been raining all day and they hadn't been able to get out. We go through the garage so Anthony could bring his bike. You wouldn't think Darling Husband cleaning out the garage could be a bad thing. It's just that the kids could now see all their favorite toys in plain sight. I had wanted the babies to go on foot for this particular walk because I felt like they needed to get some energy out. They immediately climbed into the double jogging stroller and chimed in chorus, "push, push! Let's go!"
The rain looked like it wasn't quite done for the day so we decided to just walk back and forth down my street in case we needed to run back in quickly. I pushed David and Ava up and down the street, trying to coax the littlest free loaders to get out and walk for themselves, while Anthony rode his bike. Mom and I decide we've gotten enough outdoors for one day and head everyone back into the garage. I pulled the babies out of the stroller and put Anthony's bike back up on the hook in the ceiling (that took mom and I both to work out!). As I'm herding everyone back in the house, the babies located the red wagon. "Pull, pull! Let's go!", I hear as I turn around to two 2 year olds strapped into the red wagon, ready for their walk. Grandma, of course, coaxes me into another one. How could we dissapoint them? As I pulled the babies up and down the street in their new mode of transportation, with Anthony riding behind on a tricycle (no way I was getting that bike back down), I thought, "Please God, don't let my neighbors think I'm crazy.". Hopeless prayer.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Baby Bliss
My dear husband told me the other day that I needed to stop wishing for disaster to happen just so I could blog about it. This conversation brought me back to last summer, when David was just 11 months old. We were vacationing in Hatteras, North Carolina on the beach and I had decided I wanted to "scrapbook the summer". I was keeping my eye out for interesting photo opps and my poor baby became the object of my scrapbooking obsession when he fell face first into the sand. Instead of comforting my screaming son (screaming seems to be a theme for him), I was snapping pictures as fast as I could. I fondly remember my husband being quite furious at me for that. I did get some cute shots of David's anguished face covered in sand - never quite got them into a scrapbook. Waste.
Anyway, back to real time...It currently looks like a toy store detonated in our house. I walked into the living room this morning to find David sitting in the midst of the rubble, having rounded up all the Hot Wheels stash. We had Anthony's 5 year old birthday party last night.
The party was held at a mini golf course complete with the accents of water features everywhere. The babies were beside themselves with excitement over the prospect of both water and rocks being an option for them. Dave supervised David for a bit while I played birthday party security. I seriously came back and found that my son had entirely removed a border of rocks from around a feature and thrown them all into the nearest stream! You could see the emptiness of where the (pretty large) rocks had neatly rounded out the edge of the 18th hole. When questioned, my husband retorted with some sort of a "boys and fathers bond over throwing rocks into water" answer...
As demolition twin was busy finding things that could be thrown into water features, mother twin was running around trying to make sure the party was going smoothly. She walked around the tables doing her own checks, making sure napkins were not left on the ground. I even caught her picking individual pieces of confetti up out of the grass. She must have spend a good half hour on that task - boy, did she put a dent in our clean up work!
All in all it was good birthday experience. The normal stuff: too many kids, too much pizza, green faces from the cake frosting, way too many toys... I think my favorite moment was when my mother tried to round up the sugar smashed children from their random tag game to play an organized round or two of "duck, duck, goose". It started traditionally enough, one kid was the "duck" and he walked around the circle to determine whom he would "goose". The whole thing quickly turned bad when about 4 other kids stood up to try to be the duck all at once. My mom was ballsy, I will give her that.
We spent the morning sorting new toys. Then we pulled out "Super Mario Smash Brothers". Darling Husband got him that one. It's amazing how everyone just settles into video games. A few months ago, Dave decided he wanted to play the newest Zelda game. He hadn't played a video game in probably years, for some reason he got the game and wanted to beat it. He had our three kids absolutely mesmerized for (I'm embarrassed to say) hours! They loved to just stare at the screen as Dave went through the world's, reading the character's lines out loud to them. The babies favorite part was when the monkeys were on the screen - they would jump up and scream "monkeys! monkeys!" Anthony just continued to try to give Uncle Dave "tips": "Uncle Dave, this guy is really hard, you have to hit him just right" or "I think you're going the wrong way Uncle Dave" - always so helpful :)
So, "Super Mario Smash Brothers" was a great hit in our house this morning. Ava was beside herself when a controller wasn't handed out to her. She kept trying to take Anthony's until we found an old xbox controller to give her. I swear she thought she was really playing with that thing! I wish you could have seen how serious her face was during the matches. When he came in 2nd and Uncle Dave came in 1st, Anthony explained that he won because he had more points (2 vs. 1). We let him have that one - a brilliant deduction, we thought.
At least the babies are finally feeling better. I'm happy to report that the worst is behind us!
Anyway, back to real time...It currently looks like a toy store detonated in our house. I walked into the living room this morning to find David sitting in the midst of the rubble, having rounded up all the Hot Wheels stash. We had Anthony's 5 year old birthday party last night.
The party was held at a mini golf course complete with the accents of water features everywhere. The babies were beside themselves with excitement over the prospect of both water and rocks being an option for them. Dave supervised David for a bit while I played birthday party security. I seriously came back and found that my son had entirely removed a border of rocks from around a feature and thrown them all into the nearest stream! You could see the emptiness of where the (pretty large) rocks had neatly rounded out the edge of the 18th hole. When questioned, my husband retorted with some sort of a "boys and fathers bond over throwing rocks into water" answer...
As demolition twin was busy finding things that could be thrown into water features, mother twin was running around trying to make sure the party was going smoothly. She walked around the tables doing her own checks, making sure napkins were not left on the ground. I even caught her picking individual pieces of confetti up out of the grass. She must have spend a good half hour on that task - boy, did she put a dent in our clean up work!
All in all it was good birthday experience. The normal stuff: too many kids, too much pizza, green faces from the cake frosting, way too many toys... I think my favorite moment was when my mother tried to round up the sugar smashed children from their random tag game to play an organized round or two of "duck, duck, goose". It started traditionally enough, one kid was the "duck" and he walked around the circle to determine whom he would "goose". The whole thing quickly turned bad when about 4 other kids stood up to try to be the duck all at once. My mom was ballsy, I will give her that.
We spent the morning sorting new toys. Then we pulled out "Super Mario Smash Brothers". Darling Husband got him that one. It's amazing how everyone just settles into video games. A few months ago, Dave decided he wanted to play the newest Zelda game. He hadn't played a video game in probably years, for some reason he got the game and wanted to beat it. He had our three kids absolutely mesmerized for (I'm embarrassed to say) hours! They loved to just stare at the screen as Dave went through the world's, reading the character's lines out loud to them. The babies favorite part was when the monkeys were on the screen - they would jump up and scream "monkeys! monkeys!" Anthony just continued to try to give Uncle Dave "tips": "Uncle Dave, this guy is really hard, you have to hit him just right" or "I think you're going the wrong way Uncle Dave" - always so helpful :)
So, "Super Mario Smash Brothers" was a great hit in our house this morning. Ava was beside herself when a controller wasn't handed out to her. She kept trying to take Anthony's until we found an old xbox controller to give her. I swear she thought she was really playing with that thing! I wish you could have seen how serious her face was during the matches. When he came in 2nd and Uncle Dave came in 1st, Anthony explained that he won because he had more points (2 vs. 1). We let him have that one - a brilliant deduction, we thought.
At least the babies are finally feeling better. I'm happy to report that the worst is behind us!
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Life is Good
Although I didn't really have that perspective at 3am this morning! I woke up at that hour to hysteria coming through Little Dave's monitor. With stealth, I rushed in to quickly administer Motrin and Dimetapp and to console my poor, sick little guy.
He had me close to tears as he gave me his sob story consisting of continued screaming, burying his fevered head in my lap, bunching up in a tiny ball and rocking back and forth. I held him, whispered prayers over my sweet boy, and quietly hoped upon hope that I wasn't going get puked on. Hooray - no puke today!
Suddenly, after about 20 steady minutes of this, he sat up and with full enthusiastic, energy and spouted off an entire scene from Dora the Explorer. Something about finding water and getting tools from the backpack to get there... I was slightly amused, a little more relieved that he seemed to be feeling better, but mostly exhausted. I put the child back to bed.
Husband extraodinare let me sleep in this morning to get his snuggle time with babies as they all watched "Kid Nation". By the time I woke up (10am! - my husband is the best) the darlings had started feeling better and entertained themselves for a while. I had some coffee, checked my email, and let the kids veg out in front of their favorite tv shows. David definitely got in some good study time for his next monologue.
They fed their entire lunch to Mr. Bojangles under the table, fought over some books, and got sent to nap time fully re-medicated. And there they are now - my sleeping angels. Sleep tight my sweet ones, feel better.
He had me close to tears as he gave me his sob story consisting of continued screaming, burying his fevered head in my lap, bunching up in a tiny ball and rocking back and forth. I held him, whispered prayers over my sweet boy, and quietly hoped upon hope that I wasn't going get puked on. Hooray - no puke today!
Suddenly, after about 20 steady minutes of this, he sat up and with full enthusiastic, energy and spouted off an entire scene from Dora the Explorer. Something about finding water and getting tools from the backpack to get there... I was slightly amused, a little more relieved that he seemed to be feeling better, but mostly exhausted. I put the child back to bed.
Husband extraodinare let me sleep in this morning to get his snuggle time with babies as they all watched "Kid Nation". By the time I woke up (10am! - my husband is the best) the darlings had started feeling better and entertained themselves for a while. I had some coffee, checked my email, and let the kids veg out in front of their favorite tv shows. David definitely got in some good study time for his next monologue.
They fed their entire lunch to Mr. Bojangles under the table, fought over some books, and got sent to nap time fully re-medicated. And there they are now - my sleeping angels. Sleep tight my sweet ones, feel better.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Sick babies :(
David and Ava have fevers. They started yesterday. I was hoping the virus would have passed by today - nope, still warm. They're so sweet and pathetic! I just love snuggling up in a warm sandwich of sick babies - just content to cuddle and watch repeating episodes of Dora and the Wiggles.
Since I won't be able to take them anywhere again tomorrow (gotta get the virus out of their systems first!), I guess I'm gonna have to come up with some fun indoor activities. We have this book called "The Toddler's Busy Book" (365 Creative Games & Activities to Keep Your 1 1/2 to 3 year old Busy). Some of the suggestions in this book are hilarious!
Last sick day we spent holding orange races - oh yes we did! The book suggested covering oranges in paper towels, drawing faces on the paper towels, and then rolling the oranges down a long hallway as a "race". Okay, the babies did not understand this one at all. They wanted the paper towels off the oranges, they wanted to eat the oranges, they were horrified as I tried to take the oranges away from them and roll them down the hallway screaming "look at it go! - yay!" They weren't buying my enthusiasm.
The hit was moving kitchen chairs into the living room. I never realized that something so ordinary in an in ordinary setting could be so exciting. I really did nothing more than move three or four chairs into the living room. They climbed on top of them, under them, around them - it was a magical hour (yes, I said hour!) as they entertained themselves. I'm thinking we'll do that one again tomorrow for sure...
Since I won't be able to take them anywhere again tomorrow (gotta get the virus out of their systems first!), I guess I'm gonna have to come up with some fun indoor activities. We have this book called "The Toddler's Busy Book" (365 Creative Games & Activities to Keep Your 1 1/2 to 3 year old Busy). Some of the suggestions in this book are hilarious!
Last sick day we spent holding orange races - oh yes we did! The book suggested covering oranges in paper towels, drawing faces on the paper towels, and then rolling the oranges down a long hallway as a "race". Okay, the babies did not understand this one at all. They wanted the paper towels off the oranges, they wanted to eat the oranges, they were horrified as I tried to take the oranges away from them and roll them down the hallway screaming "look at it go! - yay!" They weren't buying my enthusiasm.
The hit was moving kitchen chairs into the living room. I never realized that something so ordinary in an in ordinary setting could be so exciting. I really did nothing more than move three or four chairs into the living room. They climbed on top of them, under them, around them - it was a magical hour (yes, I said hour!) as they entertained themselves. I'm thinking we'll do that one again tomorrow for sure...
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
2 two-year olds is never a good idea...
This is my life... two-year olds, torture! I shouldn't say that really, except when I teach a whole class of them at church (oh God, is it my turn again??) This age is so INTERESTING, I should say. They're old enough to understand what you're saying, big enough to perform small tasks, but smart enough to realize that they have some control in this whole process. How did these little people figure out they have their own opinions? I didn't teach them that!!
By my title, I'm sure you've figured out, I have 2 two-year olds. The fun part of the story is that they are not both mine! My brother's wife and I got pregnant within weeks of each other, way back in 2004. We had our babies 3 weeks (to the day) apart and lived, literaly, across the country from each other. We didn't get see each other until little Dave and Ava were 5 months old - when our world's were rocked - my brother was killed in Iraq. He had been deployed with the US Army for just 6 weeks, he was days past his 25th birthday. We all decided to move to Virginia and buy a house together...and so begins our adventures!
The babies don't know they're not twins - people comment on the "twins" constantly. I smile nicely - it's too much to explain the whole thing to total strangers. I do get angry glares when asked a specific question regarding the pregnancy of twins or something to that affect and I have to give the honest truth, "oh, they're not twins, they're cousins!". Whatever.
And now they're two - they love each other - I keep telling myself that :) They do! They do. They do. Ava is the younger "twin" and my niece. She's the little mother of David. Loves to "help" him. It's cute to watch her take something away from him because he's doing it wrong and then try to show him. He just screams and won't take the item back from her out of principle! She then tries to hug him and knocks him over, more screaming - you would think he was being tortured. She'll usually finally end with just throwing the thing at him, such perfect aim..., more screaming.
Little Dave (I'll usually refer to him as David since my husband is also Dave) is more of a loner. He's happy to just play with his Hot Wheels in peace. He's a total daredevil, loves to climb, jump, run. I've found him outside by himself on about 3 occasions (yeah, he figured out how to open the front door - good times). He loves to be outside. He also has this unbelievably amazing talent to memorize full scenes from tv shows. He does full scenes of Wiggles and Dora the Explorer - those are his favorites. (If you see Swiper, yell "swiper"!)
My (late) brother and sister-in-law also have a now 5 year old. Anthony is good times and is learning how to be a good leader. While being picked up from school he'll sometimes report that he "forgot to be a good leader" today while lamenting the loss of a smiley face and sweet treat :( So adorable.
To complete our house description, I'll lay it all out for you. We own a 5 bedroom house in a cute little neighborhood with a pool at the end of our street. It's our family of 6 living here: me, Dave (amazing husband extroadanaire), Tiffany (sister-in-law), Anthony, David, Ava - oh, and Mr. Bojangles the Boston Bulldog vacuum cleaner!
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By my title, I'm sure you've figured out, I have 2 two-year olds. The fun part of the story is that they are not both mine! My brother's wife and I got pregnant within weeks of each other, way back in 2004. We had our babies 3 weeks (to the day) apart and lived, literaly, across the country from each other. We didn't get see each other until little Dave and Ava were 5 months old - when our world's were rocked - my brother was killed in Iraq. He had been deployed with the US Army for just 6 weeks, he was days past his 25th birthday. We all decided to move to Virginia and buy a house together...and so begins our adventures!
The babies don't know they're not twins - people comment on the "twins" constantly. I smile nicely - it's too much to explain the whole thing to total strangers. I do get angry glares when asked a specific question regarding the pregnancy of twins or something to that affect and I have to give the honest truth, "oh, they're not twins, they're cousins!". Whatever.
And now they're two - they love each other - I keep telling myself that :) They do! They do. They do. Ava is the younger "twin" and my niece. She's the little mother of David. Loves to "help" him. It's cute to watch her take something away from him because he's doing it wrong and then try to show him. He just screams and won't take the item back from her out of principle! She then tries to hug him and knocks him over, more screaming - you would think he was being tortured. She'll usually finally end with just throwing the thing at him, such perfect aim..., more screaming.
Little Dave (I'll usually refer to him as David since my husband is also Dave) is more of a loner. He's happy to just play with his Hot Wheels in peace. He's a total daredevil, loves to climb, jump, run. I've found him outside by himself on about 3 occasions (yeah, he figured out how to open the front door - good times). He loves to be outside. He also has this unbelievably amazing talent to memorize full scenes from tv shows. He does full scenes of Wiggles and Dora the Explorer - those are his favorites. (If you see Swiper, yell "swiper"!)
My (late) brother and sister-in-law also have a now 5 year old. Anthony is good times and is learning how to be a good leader. While being picked up from school he'll sometimes report that he "forgot to be a good leader" today while lamenting the loss of a smiley face and sweet treat :( So adorable.
To complete our house description, I'll lay it all out for you. We own a 5 bedroom house in a cute little neighborhood with a pool at the end of our street. It's our family of 6 living here: me, Dave (amazing husband extroadanaire), Tiffany (sister-in-law), Anthony, David, Ava - oh, and Mr. Bojangles the Boston Bulldog vacuum cleaner!
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