tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123791362024-10-04T21:16:11.731-05:00Periodical chronicles of parenthood.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger236125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12379136.post-20007676948467217442007-02-19T11:52:00.000-06:002007-02-19T12:17:51.500-06:00

Ah, you poor folks out there in blogger land! We've been too busy to post much, so look at what you've been missing:David: "Bear's hungry!"Me (looking over at teddy bear, who seems fat enough to me): "Ok!"David walks over to his bucket of blocks, grabs a circular one, holds it upside down like a cup, and brings it over to the bear.David: "Bear wants water."David gives the bear a couple of

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Almost a month since the surgery, can I celebrate?I want to write, because for once I have time and can, and because Ihave thoughts I want to write down and remember.That's the tricky bit, though. Sitting at the computer brings on anaurora borealis with cosmic vibes and universal proportions--in myhead. My ears hum and buzz, static crawls just beneath my scalp, andI feel like someone is using a

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Monday, the day the AVM burst (and I didn't yet feel bad) playing at our favorite park.Then I put babies to sleep. I fell asleep with David and woke up feeling bad. I thought I had some kind of weird migraine. My head hurt and I couldn't see well, and slept, slept, and slept. I begin to lose words. On Wednesday I tried to see a neurologist but the appointment desk made a mistake, and

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Two babies turn two today.Bonus--I'm beginning to remember some songs today, too. Like the helicopter song, and of course, Happy Birthday.Brain is still so addled. Some days worse than others. After realized I hadn't slept in, oh, two weeks, we decided to try a different medicine (Keppra from Dilantin, if you cared) to see if I could feel a little better. Not sure how well it will work, but I

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A week ago I slept in an ICU bed at St. Luke's. It was a dreamless sleep. But today I am at home, and this afternoon even dreamt of beaches and conches and O'Keefe.

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Some parents a baby book. Some parents have a scrapbook. We have a blog.And part of the purpose of this blog is to help us remember these first few years of parenthood and perhaps share some of these memories with C&D as they get old enough to understand. For example, if they ever ask "how tough is it really to raise twins", then we'll have some evidence to back up our answer.And while most of

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Well, not for too long. Almost lunchtime, and need to go see if the avocados I bought yesterday really are ready to eat, or if the Ripe Sticker is as false as it usually is.But C&D finished their lunch, and what a lunch it was. They split a bag of tater tots (after grabbing the last one, David noted "Potatoes all gone!"), along with some salmon and peas. But that last potato was special -

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He can count to 12. This afternoon he counted twelve steps down to the bottom of the stairs, but Matt says he counted to 12 last night. I remember being small (maybe five?) and impatiently counting the seconds it would take for my mother to drive home. I distinctly remember being somewhere in the middle of the neighborhood, looking around and counting, "five hundred and three . . . five hundred

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David can count to seven. Holy moly. Yesterday he could do to six. He just woke up that way, counting flowers on a tortilla warmer. The day before he was counting bits of cranberry sauce on his plate, up to four. Holy moly. Where did he learn that?

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Did you hear? The U.S. Mint has given up on the golden Sacagawea dollars first released in 2000. They haven't given up on the concept of a dollar coin, however. Instead, they're hoping that in 2007 we'll happily use their new dollar coins, decorated with pictures of dead presidents on them. Give me a break!Nothing against the presidents, but every other piece of U.S. currency already has a

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The hardest part about moving has been explaining to people that I am perfectly aware I am moving my little toddler-children into a two-bedroom house with no yard and smack dab in the jumbled-up zoning-free center of the fourth largest city in the U.S.Yes, two bedrooms. By modern housing standards, they are small; the master bedroom is 14'x17' and the second bedroom is about 10'x12'. If we

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Good Morning!!! "precious babies!!" I was thinkingabout you this morning in music class with Dad andMommy with the movers. I was thinking about the"Hokey Pokey" dance we learned on Saturday with me.You learned it so well, you could probably show yourmusic teacher how to do the "Hokey Pokey". It was somuch fun being with you over the weekend; the singing,the dancing, the reading, and the lunch

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Tomorrow we move to the new house, newly painted and cleaned by my parents, and then babyproofed and carpeted my Matt (the floors are mostly quarry tile, painted concrete, and pine). And I got to play general contractor while my mom took a turn at baby-wrangling.I'm going to miss our little house, the house that we bought because it was cheaper than rent and halfway between Sugar Land and Rice.

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Packing, Big Thicket annual meeting tomorrow (Cong. Brady showing up, and lots of other people, besides), C&D have both battled colds and the resultant sleepless nights, I strained my back, and this week visited every store in the Galleria area to find the Perfect Shirt to wear with my Perfect suit. Oh, and, right, I had to buy shoes. (I didn't want to visit every store in the Gallera area to

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is not the same. Today, right before bed, David opened the hall closet and pulled out an old tube of Christmas wrapping paper. He unrolled it and the house quickly filled with the loud crinkle of paper while I cleaned up the last remnants of dinner. Within a few minutes I found C&D walking over the paper, by this time unrolled like a red carpet through the entire length of the kitchen.

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I'm supposed to be busy. I'm supposed to be listing the rest of my things on eBay, and checking on my Craigslist responses for the things I have posted there to sell. But I had to post here, first.Yesterday someone came to pick up our deep freeze. You don't need a deep freeze when you take your babies to Whole Foods two-plus times per week because they like going there as much as the park.

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I really like how now the American public can rely on the good ol' television set to teach their children everything they need to know. Now, in addition to the squeaky CTW franchises and the sugar-coated cartoons on Nickelodeon, we have a channel specifically geared to babies called BabyFirstTV. With 24/7 programming that changes every five minutes (yes, I said five minutes) that addresses

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Fiona, this one's for you:Tonight, as Carmen snuggled up next to me and tried to fall asleep, she told herself one of her favorite stories. It's called I Hear; it's a board book and not much of a story book, but she likes it very much anyway. The night went like this:Snuggle, roll, flip, flop, kick."Iiiiiii heeeeaaaaar . . . birt. Twee, twee, twee."Kick, kick."Iiiiiii heeeeaaaaar . . . gog.

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Life BB (Before Babies) was in a lot of ways very different.For instance, we could leave the house on a moment's notice. We could stay up past bedtime on a school night (well, I could, Matt couldn't). We didn't need to plan our day around an afternoon nap. We didn't need to restrict eating out to outdoor restaurants with concrete floors.Now, it takes us a little longer to get out the door.

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I did have a camera yesterday when two of the neighborhood kids dug through my recycle bins and fashioned themselves armor in order to battle with each other, and also fight against a younger sibling's 3-foot long plastic alligator. After I made peace with the fact that they were digging through my trash, my mom (here this week), Matt, and I all laughed and laughed as we watched them from our

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Had two back-to-back showings for the house this evening. The first was during dinner, when we took the babes to the Galleria. Carmen called it the "'ria." There isn't a word she doesn't try to say. Having her around is like having a pet parrot.We had already been to the Galleria this morning, but they didn't mind going again. This morning the cosmetics counter staff at Neiman Marcus gave

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The memory card is full. Time to post some pictures while I achive and store some of the more memorable moments lately. Today's memorable moment? David lifting his shirt and adhering bee stickers to his little tummy-tum-tum, fixing his shirt back down, and then lifting it again to apply more stickers. Funny little kid.Sorry so many of these pictures are blurry. I either need a faster camera, or

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Two pictures from the place Carmen calls the "pwaygrowd."

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Matt, boxing things up: "This is the house where we really figured out who we are. We went from building an entertainment center [that could hold a 27" TV] to trying to get rid of it [who needs TV?]."Matt thinks the entertainment center would make a terrific wardrobe.

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Dear Babies,Today we gave the realtor a big fat check to serve as earnest money on a new house. Your new house will have one fewer bedroom (2) than this current house, and no yard to speak of. This, by American standards, is a Very Uncommon Thing to do. In fact, some people might think we are outright crazy.So, in order to better articulate why we are moving to such a house while also

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