Twin Mom's Top 15 List of Questions

Here is one Twin Mom's "Top 15" list of questions. I kid you not I have been asked EVERY question. Except my responses aren't as witty.

15. "I could never do it."
Oh really. What would you do? Would you put them on the curb with signs around their necks that say, "Free to a good home. My mom can't do it."?

14. "Do they have different personalities?"
No. They are the same human being divided into several parts.

13. Said by a stranger, "They're identical, right?" Mom answers, "No. They're fraternal." Stranger response, "They are NOT!"
OK. You're right. I have no idea what I'm talking about. These are not my children. I thought it would be fun to borrow them from a mom down at Baby Gap. It's been more than an hour. I guess I should return them.

12. "Are they 'paternal' twins?"
Yes. They have a father. There was only one virgin birth.

11. "Just wait till they're older. It only gets harder."
Thank you. I woke up this morning hoping I'd receive a word of discouragement while pushing a cart of preschoolers down the cereal aisle.

10. "When one cries, does he wake the others?"
No. Multiples cannot hear each other's cries because they all communicate with their special telepathic language only.

9. From a perfect stranger: "Were they in the same sac?"
Hello. Nice to meet you, too. Will you be sharing your gynecological history with me as well?

8. "Are they developmentally behind?"
Well, let's see. They're 3 years old and thus far, all their graduate school applications have been denied. We'll get back with you on that.

7. "How do you do it?"
Haven't you seen the Nike commercials?

6. "Are they natural?"
Nope, their arms and legs are made of silicone.

5. "You must be SO busy."
Are you volunteering to clean my house?

4. "Did you take drugs?"
Well, there was this one time in college....

3. "What do you do when they all cry at the same time?"
Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I go to Starbucks.

2. Said to a mom of boy/girl twins: "Are they identical?"
Uh. Not exactly.

And No. 1. Drum roll please. . . .

1. After a stranger had been informed that the toddler boys were twins, she asked a simple question:

"Are they brothers?"
Enough said.

Is he not the most handsome little boy?

This is Noah's school picture. I know I am his mother, but is he not the most handsome little boy you have ever seen?

It's like a secret club

Having twins that is.

So I got an email through Facebook from an acquaintance who grew up with my sister. She is having twins and we share the same doctor. In fact he told her to look at my blog which I think is pretty cool. So now this person and I are chatting over Facebook and I want to hear all about her and her pregnancy. And I also hope to get together with her soon to talk more.

I've started to notice that when I meet someone else with twins or someone who is having twins there is an instant connection. It's as though we're all members of the same secret club. I immediately have this urge to talk to them and as about their kids, their pregnancy and everything in between.

For example, Dan and I took the girls to Costco over the weekend and there was a mom with 21 month old twin girls in her cart. I looked curiously at her, and she looked curiously at me. And from there we just started talking to one another. When were they born? Are their fraternal or identical? How are you sleeping? Do the acknowledge one another?

It's a completely different experience then when Noah was born. Only someone who has had twins can truly understand what it's like. Does that make sense?

Good intentions

I had EVERY intention of posting a long and witty update last night. And then I came home from work.

Long story short, Hannah has a cold and was all stuffy. And didn't want to sleep. She screamed bloody murder for two hours. I ended up driving around town with her for 30 minutes trying to get her to calm down. And with gas hovering around $1.87 this is once again a a reasonable solution. The good news is that the car calmed her down. And I discoverd the Holy Trinity of fast/casual dining in one location: A Pei Wei, a Qdoba and a Paradise Bakery all located on Glendale Ave. Yeah me!

The bad news is that she slept like shit the rest of the night and I was up most of it with her. And now I am trying to get motivated to take a shower and pump so I can go to work.

More to come later. I PROMISE!

Proud

I am proud to live in a country where hope has a voice.

Where an African-American man (with the middle name Hussein) can be elected President.

Where children can truly grow up to be anything they want. Even President.

Democracy isn't perfect. And the outcomes are not always what we want, hope, or expect. But last night's election was historic and I am glad that I was around to witness it.