Thursday, November 29, 2012

Six. And six again.

The twins turned six today.

Goodness, when did that happen?

Just yesterday they looked like this:

Medium Fry, 18 mos.                            Small Fry, 18 mos.

And this is them now:

Medium Fry                                            Small Fry

I ran around like a headless chicken most of the day.  Hubby got the kids off to school, and then I took him to work.  After that, I went to the bank to deposit Hubby's paycheck.  Then I ran home to finish writing up a grocery list that still ended up being incomplete (I forgot Command hooks for the stockings).

Next stop, Walmart.  Groceries.  Ran home to work on dinner for tonight...only to have a conversation with my mom that resulted in a menu change to pizza (I was going to do crock-pot rotisserie chicken).  Handy, because that cut out all the prep time and I could run down to Cburg and start my errands.

Namely, birthday gift shopping.

I am SO far behind.

I hadn't gotten a single present for the twins' birthday yet.  I had a whole one (for Hubby) for Christmas.

And so I hoofed it through my favorite shopping plaza in our old town: Petsmart (we needed kitty food), Michael's (decorations), Kohl's (birthdaymas gifts), Target (same), and Five Below (stocking stuffers).'s appointment for me.  I won't bore you (or scare you, as the case may be) with the details, but suffice to say it was not a fun appointment for me and I am still feeling lingering muscle complaints as a result.

I headed for home once I was confident that I could not only walk out to the car but also drive the twenty-ish minutes home.  I called Hubby as I was hauling in all the right bags for tonight's festivities, and asked when I should come get him.  He said 15 minutes would be great...which would eliminate totally my wrapping time and leave the kids stuck at school with no one to pick them up.

Thankfully, Famous Pop Singer Namesake (a good friend of ours: FPSN for short) had stopped by Hubby's office and was willing to drive him the whole three and a half minutes home.  Whew.

I was five minutes late picking up the kids from school (Small let me know it) but at least the gifts were wrapped.

Now I just had to bake the cake and try to supervise homework....  Supermom, at your service.  (Supermom whose lunch consisted of two Reese's peanut butter cups snarfed down at 3:50p when the pizza for supper was coming at 4:30ish.  Yes, those were lunch.)

And in the midst of all that, I discovered I hadn't informed Mitzy and Jester that this was the twins' birthday.  I rectified that, and invited them over for cake and ice cream and lots of hugs from small people.

Gramma and Boppa came out, of course, and we rushed through supper and cake and candles and presents so that Hubby could see everything before he had to leave for worship practice.  Mitzi and Jester arrived shortly before Hubby had to leave.

It was just me and the Fries by 7ish, and between sugar and excitement and presents and more sugar and probably staying up too late last night because they were excited about today, and so things deteriorated in a pretty predictable fashion.

Small Fry was the first to lose it, getting mad because I had dared to scold her (on her birthday, no less!) for opening up Medium Fry's Minnie's Bowtique playset—Small had gotten one of her own—and playing with it before Medium had the chance.

Then Small broke down and bawled because Gramma and Mitzy were not spending the night. ("It's nawt faiyewr dat no one evewr sleeps wif us!") Boppa and Jester were apparently relegated to Chopped Liver status together. And she was inconsolable.

Medium, having gotten the first turn, wanted a second turn with their big present from Gramma and Boppa, and was exceedingly verklempt that, at 15 minutes to 8, I wouldn't let her switch DVDs around. She didn't want the giraffe story. About then, I finally had enough of fighting over the new Read With Me DVD game and declared an end, since all three girls had had a turn. Medium then came unglued.

They were clearly overtired, so I ordered anyone wearing sneakers to take them off and put them away.

"Now what?" Medium demanded sullenly.

"Go get ready for bed."

Renewed wails from both twins.  Who then refused to wear the new jammies they got from Gramma and Boppa and were so excited about.

It's wonderful what cake, ice cream, and too much excitement will do to small kids.

Their poor big sister, who has been plugging her ears because of the wail decibels. Poor me, because I have a feeling I'm about to be tattled to.
And I was...something about not sharing the sink in the bathroom and shoving.  Oy.  (I can't wait until they're teenagers, if two sinks aren't enough for them now.)
Large came downstairs, ready for bed, and laid on the couch to wait.  Medium and Small were both upstairs, still doing their bedtime routine, and still wailing in dueling screams.

Medium hiccuped and sniffled and sniveled when she came downstairs.  I sent Hubby a text, asking if he was done with rehearsal and could come home, because Small was still screaming upstairs and I was clearly not going to be able to get everyone in bed by myself.

"Go ahead an' tell Daddy how we wewre.  You just go ahead an' tell him.  I don't cahywre.  Tell him everyfing." Medium groused as I texted.  Her comments continued in a similar vein when I gave up waiting on a return text and just called Hubby.  "You do whatevehwr you want.  I don't cayhwre.  Nevehwr mind."

Hmmm. Clearly, I need to rethink my arguing strategy, 'cause that's me sometimes.  Oops.

Hubby came home, and we got everyone in bed with minimal fuss.  Medium related to Hubby why she didn't want the giraffe story DVD (third time I'd heard her reasons), almost indignant.  "Fuwrst, I don't like giwraffes. Second, I don't like giwraffes wif cwrazy legs.  Fird, giwraffes can't dance." Hubby nodded his agreement.  "An' I don't fink it's cool, even though Mommy does."

Small had a mini-meltdown after I got everyone tucked in, because Medium wouldn't let her come sleep in her bed (they do that sometimes; the rule is, they can share as long as the bed's owner agrees).  Then she wanted to sleep with me, and I said no, because I wasn't sleeping now.  There goes my early bedtime... I think she's finally settled down.

I saw a friend from our old church at Target today during my crazy errands.  I would've loved to have talked to Mrs. Potts longer, but was on such a time crunch and my doctor's appointment was looming.  She expressed her own shock at the fact that the twins were now six.  "I remember when they were little babies!" she exclaimed.

Me, too.

Six is fun.  Six is pretty cool.  Six means, according to Small, that she will no longer suck her thumb (not so much, but the declaration was cute).

But I have to admit, I miss them as babies, with their little chubby cheeks and the waddle as they toddled around the house.

Happy 6th birthday, my precious girls.  You may drive me to the brink of insanity, but I love you both so much that insanity is a small price to pay for the delight you bring to our lives.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

A Rather Urgent Bleg

Julie is a friend of one of our closest friends.

She needs some help to get necessary court documents to appeal some pretty unfair rulings in her divorce case.

Hubby and I were extremely blessed with our attorney in our battle for the Fries.  Our attorney was wonderful.  I can't imagine how we would have navigated through the court process without her.

You can read Julie's story here, and, if you're like me, you'll be disgusted by her attorney's incompetence.

If you've ever been in an abusive relationship, or have watched someone in one who then extricates themselves, could you find it in your heart to help her out?

Or, if you're like me, and your attorney was a blessing, is there room in your wallet to help Julie? She's got a good lawyer now, but she needs the funds to make the most of that.

She doesn't have a whole lot of time; the deadline for her appeal is inching closer.


Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Something Other Than Election Thoughts!

Halloween: A Photo Essay

Pumpkin love.

Watching pumpkin lobotomies is not for the faint of heart.

Medium pulls out pumpkin guts.


Small Fry's turn.


Pumpkins! Clockwise from the top: Small's, Large's, and Medium's.

Small and her buddy Merry at her Halloween party.

Cupcakes are gooooood.

All of our adorable partiers.

Mommy! I found a bag of candy!

Hunting for candy treasure.

Masks are incredibly comfortable...we think everyone will be wearing them in the future.

I acquired this cute little ladybug cling-on at one point.

Dancin' fairy.

Striking a pose.


Small, Large, & Medium

I told them to get closer.  Too close!

Silly faces!

Spidergirl!  (Alter ego: Small Fry)

Iridessa!  (Alter ego: Medium Fry)

Rosetta! (Alter ego: Large Fry)

The teen years should be interesting with this one...

After hastily finishing the twin Fries' kindergarten family projects for November, we hustled them up to bed.

Hubby went into Large Fry's room to start there, while I went into the twins'.  Tag-team bedtimes.

I went through the routine:

  • prayers
  • kicking out monsters, giants, wombats, dragons, and snakes (but the friendly ones can go to Gramma and Boppa's)
  • singing their good-night song
  • good night kisses and I-love-you kisses and hearts (the sign language sign for "I love you," and we touch fingers; then we make hearts with our fingers and touch the hearts together)
  • turned on the radio
Then I went down the hall, where Hubby had been apparently lotioning up an itchy Large Fry.  I sang the goodnight song to her while Hubby went down the hall to do hugs and kisses for the twins.

We met at the top of the stairs, and Hubby related this conversation:

Medium Fry [glaring and disgusted]: Daddy, do you know you missed everything?

Hubby: I know.  I'm horrible.

Medium: You'wre nawt that hohwrrible.

Hubby: Okay, I guess I'm just a little horrible, then.

Medium: No.  You'wre nawt hohwrrible at all.

I somehow suspect that there was an eyeroll involved in the "nawt that hohwribble."  If there wasn't, in a few years, there will be.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Vignettes from Tonight

As we're driving over to the twins' friend Merry's house for their little Halloween party tonight, Medium is talking with Hubby about dogs after Small Fry expresses some concern about whether or not Merry's family has a doggy.

Medium Fry: An' she has a Chocolate Pudding dog!

Hubby: A Chocolate Pudding dog?

Medium: Yes!  That's what she said!

Hubby: A chocolate Labrador?

Medium: No!  Yes!

Hubby: So she has a chocolate Lab, then.  That's cool.

Medium: Yes.


And then, on our way home from the party, Hubby was joking around with Medium, and asking "Who?" "What?"  "When?" any time Medium had a question, and using a creaky old voice to do it.

Medium was not happy.

Medium:  Daddy!  You'wre not listening! I'm twrying to talk to you!  Daddy!

Hubby: What?

Medium: Why awre you saying "What?"

Hubby [creakily]: What?  Who?

By this time we were in our driveway (it's only about five minutes to Merry's).

Medium [exasperated]: You'wre nawt heawring what I'm twrying to say!  Just goes to show that you'wre getting old.


And here they are, in all their finery:

Spidergirl, Rosetta, and Iridessa