It changes daily. I’m going to miss snack time.
I love you Big Daddy
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Six years ago, After 3 1/2 months of complete bed rest, much prayer and an IVF procedure we were blessed with the birth of our twin boys. Bear weighed 6lbs 4oz and G-Man weighed 6lbs 3oz.
This morning we were blessed with a new Leopard Gecko hatched from our very first clutch!
What an awesome birthday present for the boys. We hope our 2nd egg hatches soon so that we can consider them “twins”.
May is a very busy month for our family.
We celebrate 3 birthdays in the month of May alone.
Luckily, because we have twins, that means just two parties and not three.
Big Daddy has tried to institute a system where each child would be given a birthday party every other year. And by tried I mean he’s told me repeatedly only to have it fall on seemingly deaf ears. What can I say, selective hearing goes both ways!
Luckily, since I don’t require him to do much except for show up and help shlep, he takes my selective hearing in good humor. I cannot say I take his failure to hear a screaming baby at 3am in the same humor, but I guess he’s just more evolved—-or maybe he just is more well rested!
At any rate with two parties weeks apart I was rather surprised by what seems to be a growing trend—and not in a good way.
We have the:
Rsvping without Rsvping.
Huh? Yes, this is where you call to Rsvp but fail to actually commit to either coming or not coming. Hence not really Rsvping in the first place. It sounds a little something like this, “Hi, we received your invitation for the party on Saturday. I’m not sure if we can really come or not. Just put us down and if you don’t see us, then you’ll know something came up and we couldn’t make it.”
This is where you either forget to Rsvp and just show up unexpectedly (apparently this even happens at weddings!) or you Rsvp YES, and then immediately put the whole thing out of your mind and off your radar.
Entourage syndrome is where your immediate family or child(ren) is invited to a party and you show up with not only your family or child(ren) but your sister, her kids, your neighbor, 3 nannies and some guy from the parking lot—or something like that. Maybe these people read too many issues of People or In Style but this isn’t a case where your name is on the list as Your Name +++. I don’t care if you roll 2 deep or 10. Show up with who I was expecting or make your own party next time.
Without even going into all the reasons why these trends are distasteful and not something that one should aspire to, let me just say this. If you fail to Rsvp for a party then you need to suck it up with your own crying child as to why they don’t have a party favor bag. Don’t leave me to do your dirty work and above all don’t try to make me the bad guy for your social faux pas.
Anyone else with me?
This Mother’s Day, I pondered the unthinkable.
I pondered asking for a day without my children.
A day without any parental responsibility.
For most women, it was truly unthinkable.
For an infertile woman, it was truly shocking.
In the days leading up to Mother’s Day, as my lack of sleep and general crankiness caught up to me, I started testing my thoughts on others.
“Why is it that on Mother’s Day, Moms spend the entire day with their kids— which is really no different than any other day? Whereas on Father’s Day, Dad’s go golfing or do whatever they wish for most of the day—-which is also no different than any other day?”
Some people nodded.
A few chuckled.
And yet I knew in my heart, that to ask for the day off would mean I was a bad mother.
Finally I said to my husband, “As a homeschooling stay-at-home mother, I just want to spend the entire day doing nothing—-by myself. I just want the day off. It’s not fair!” And then I may have stamped my feet and pouted—or at least it came out sounding that way.
“Fine. It’s your day.” said my husband, in a tone one reserves for irrational toddlers, or the crazy.
“Great.” I said, with a strangle tickle in my belly.
So on Mother’s Day, when the baby started wailing at 6am I stayed in bed…cringing.
When I heard my kids outside the door loudly whispering, “Now can we give Mommy her presents? What about her breakfast in bed?” I guiltily pulled the covers over my head.
At 8am I tried to go downstairs, only to have my husband hand me my breakfast—which I couldn’t eat. So I turned on the TV and attempted to watch and erase the shows TIVO had faithfully saved for me over the past 7 months or so. I gorged myself on Oprah & Real Housewives. Yeah, I did the important stuff. Then I took a super long shower without anyone knocking on the shower door or having to keep an eye on the baby crawling around the bathroom—-and I missed them.
As I attempted to go downstairs again, my husband pushed me back into bed and said, “The kids want to give you your presents—IN BED.”
And so, I went. A little sadly. But hey, they were coming up at least.
The handmade cards and presents came.
My oldest daughter solemnly handed me each gift with the words, “This is from all four of your children.”
I loved every second of it.
And when they left so (mean) Mommy could spend the day without them—–I finished getting dressed and joined them downstairs.
you have to be careful what you wish for.
Luckily it was only 11:15AM and we still had the rest of the day to spend together.