Things to fight over!

As any parent knows, kids fight about everything and anything. Who goes first, who gets the first slice of cake, who gets the first story, who gets out of the bath before the other. My twins seem to have made a career out of it though, and they started almost as soon as they could talk.

They fought over who would be first to be fastened into their car seats, and who would be first to be taken out, who would get their milk cup filled before the other, who got a dish of food put onto the table before the other. They sit in the car arguing over the fact that one of them is looking out of the other's window! Really? And the DVD screens, they have one each but..... "Jamie's looking at my TV!" It's the same movie, does it really matter?

I can recall similar fights with my brother and sister, although as a kid we didn't have in-car entertainment, we had crayons and coloring books, no such thing as MP3 players, we had to listen to the radio station our parents selected - if the car had a radio! Now our children seem to have every convenience at their fingertips, but the old fights remain. "I am not sitting in the middle on the sofa!" or "I want a seat by a lamp, why don't I have a seat by a lamp?"And "Oliver's cup has more juice than mine!"

It was (and still is) totally and completely maddening. I have ignored so much of it, tried - often in vain - to ensure they each receive drinks at exactly the same time but now I think they have reached new highs............or would that be lows?I cannot believe what they are fighting over now!

BUBBLES!

Yes, bubbles! They fight over who has the most bubbles in the bath! They demand I share them out (I refuse) and argue if a bubble 'fort wall' should inadvertently and innocently float over to the 'wrong' side of the bath! I can't get my head around it. Why fight over bubbles? What importance do they have?

Does it really matter? Well, obviously in the world of my twins it does. I can't wait for this all to stop, and I just really, really hope it DOES stop and soon, because I have no idea how much longer I can deal with this type of sibling rivalry!!

Bubbles.............!

I have Multiple Sclerosis

It's taken me a while to adjust to this diagnosis. I doubt anyone ever considers how they will react or feel when told they have MS. At first I barely thought about it, bought some books, read them in part, but mostly didn't want to accept the facts.

Reality bit pretty quickly though. My neurologist prescribed a four day course of IV steroids which I was able to do at home. He put me on Clonazepam to help the dizziness which really messes me up and makes life difficult for me some days. I was also started on Copaxone shots, once a day, which is a medication to help modify the way that MS progresses. It stings like crazy, like a bee sting, and I cannot say I love it, in fact I pretty much dislike it really. At first I would put the shot on the table in front of me and just glare at it, probably willing it to go away, but that never happened! I still glare at it on occasion, but now just have to grit my teeth and get on with it!

I was dreading the IV steroids but the actual process was fine, unfortunately I ran into trouble when the dose was stopped after 4 days. I was SO sick. Every bone in my body hurt to the touch, I couldn't even rest my chin on my hand because it was so sore. I could barely walk, wasn't sleeping and ached all over. For 8 days life was miserable and I vowed to never, ever do IV steroids again. But then things began to settle down, I started to feel better, had a little more energy and began to sleep again. Sadly, that phase lasted only about 2 weeks before I began to feel tired again and my joints began to hurt.

I am starting to read my MS books again, it's hard to accept this is never going to go away. I have had some tingling in my fingers and around my face, so while I dislike the Copaxone intensely I am hoping it's working hard in my system to prevent my MS from becoming worse. Only time will tell!

The dreaded lumbar puncture!

Monday 16th was the day of my lumbar puncture, and it's fair to say I was somewhat nervous!

I arrived at the neurologists office for my 8.30am appointment. My back was cleaned with Betadine, then numbing medicine was given via a shot, and that stings so much they should give you a pre-numbing shot!! HAHA! Then a small needle was inserted between the vertebrae and I immediately felt a lot of pressure down my left leg, so I told Dr Adams that and he removed the needle and reinserted it.

It didn't take long to collect the CSF, when the procedure was over he showed me the four vials and I was very surprised to see how clear it was, just like water. So that was it, nothing much to complain about really! I was then told to go home, and lie down for 6 hours and drink a lot of caffeine! Apparently this helps avoid the dreaded Lumbar Puncture headache which is incredibly painful. After lying down in the doctor's office for about 45 minutes, I had to go to another office to have some blood drawn and then Chuck took me home where I spent the rest of the day lying in bed, swigging copious amounts of Coke!

I don't normally drink anything with caffeine in, and I paid for it during the night! Although I was tired I slept poorly! My back was sore and I slept for an hour and had to get up to pee, slept for another hour, had to get up and pee, slept for two hours, asked Chuck to get me some painkillers! It was a long night and I felt terrible the next morning, so Chuck called in sick and stayed home to help out with the boys.

Now I have to sit and wait. The CSF is sent to Minnesota and the results will take about ten days or so to come back. And right now I don't really care if I do have Multiple Sclerosis, I just want to start on the correct medicine for me, and start to feel better and be able to do things again!

And it still is all about me!

I was pretty anxious waiting for my appointment with the neurologist. I saw my rheumatologist and talked to him about my physical therapy appointments and my dizziness. He wouldn't make any comment on my health until the neurologist had seen me, neither will he change any of the many medications I take, until I have seen the neurologist! I wonder if Dr. Adams has any idea how many people are waiting for his professional verdict on my symptoms!

So, the big day arrived and I think it's fair to say I was nervous. Unfortunately Dr. Adams is a very busy guy, seems he's the best neurologist in this area so it was about 45 minutes before I got to see him. I talked to him about my dizziness, about my difficulties in the past with picking up cups and glasses, and my problems with tripping and 'missing' steps, and my inability to balance on one leg. I told him about having such difficulty managing in the heat, that my body temperature seemed to be rising and rising and I seemed to be completely unable to control it.

He sat quietly and listened and then said "You have just given me a classic, perfect description of Multiple Sclerosis." He then put up the films from my MRI and began to show me the different lesions pointing to each one and saying "This is MS," This is MS", "This is a 56 year old brain!" and "This is MS". It was a bit of a shock to hear all this but I remained calm while we went back into the consulting room to talk some more.

Dr. Adams indicated that he wanted to talk with my rheumatologist so they could talk about all my symptoms, but at the moment it is looking less likely that I have Lupus and more likely that I have MS. I was also told that he would like to perform a lumbar puncture on me. I was dreading that, because my last memory of one of those was assisting at one when I was a nurse and the patient (a guy) was crying because it hurt so much! But as Chuck said, "And how long ago was that?" Yes, is was 20 years ago, but it is something that has remained in my mind all that time.

He talked to me about the likelihood of putting an IV in my arm and giving me very high doses of steroids over 3 -4 days, after that I would be put on any one of numerous MS medications, that are all given via injection. I have always said I wouldn't want to have diabetes because I wouldn't want to give myself a shot each day, but it now seems like it's going to happen anyway!

I have a lot to think about.

I haven't felt like blogging!

There's so much going on in my life right now and it's all about me!

My health has been a problem lately. In April I mentioned to my rheumatologist that I was having problems with dizzines. It was really uncomfortable to turn my head to the left or right or to look upwards at something. I got so dizzy and nauseous that I had to close my eyes and wait for the moment to pass. I thought it was probably a side effect of all the medicines I take, but he didn't think so and referred me back to my ENT doctor. One of the tests he did on me was to have me lie flat on the table with my head turned sideways, then he pulled me up into a sitting position as fast as he could. All I can say is - it was horrible. I lost all idea of where I was in space, the dizziness was so severe I even cried out because it was so uncomfortable. He then suggested I see a physical therapist specialising in balance problems to see if that would help.

At my first physical therapy appointment Diane also did the test Dr. Hegarty had done, in addition she checked how I walked and turned and asked me to balance on one leg. At that point I was very shocked to realise I couldn't balance at all. She told me "You are far too young to be this bad Wendy". It was a shock for me to hear that. But over the weeks I have seen her, we have worked out various exercises to help me, but despite all our efforts I was still experinecing dizziness on a regular basis. She tried massage on my neck which was incredibly stiff and I discovered I couldn't turn my head to the left as far as I could turn to my right.

In the end Diane referred me back to Dr Hegarty as she wanted me to have an MRI of my cervical spine and brain, before she did any more work on me. So I trotted off one evening to have that test done, lay inside the MRI for an hour, which I thought was just 15 minutes, and the following week went back to my ENT doc for the results. I thought there would be nothing on the MRI, but that wasn't the case! I was shocked to find there are a couple of lesions in my brain, which seem to indicate I have Multiple Sclerosis!

The minute I read that on the radiographer's report my stomach dropped right down into my shoes, and stayed there for a good day or two. It was not what I expected, it really wasn't. It totally threw me for a loop. I was recommened to set up an appointment with a neurologist, which will be in three weeks time on August 10.

What Came First?

The yarn or the pattern?

Along with many knitters, I tend to buy yarn because I have fallen in love with a particular colorway or texture. I love visiting my LYS to touch new yarns, to admire the colors and I cannot leave the shop without buying something! I have been asked not to drool so much although I have a feeling the staff are used to their customers doing that!

Whenever I buy a new yarn, I want to use it immediately. I want to make something and if it's a hank I waste no time in getting it wound into a ball and start to look through my own patterns and on Ravelry and numerous other knitting sites for ideas and suggestions.

One of my favorite online stores is The Loopy Ewe. The selection of yarn they carry is amazing, and I never realised that so many colors and so many shades of color existed. I quickly created a wish list of favorite yarns, and have ordered one or two whenever I have had the money available. One particular favorite is a yarn called Fiesta Ballet, it's a very soft blend of superfine Alpaca and Tencel. The colorway I selected is called Stargazer and it's so pretty. Soft hues of pale green, lemon, pink and lilac combine to create a truly beautiful yarn.

But I have no idea what to make with it. I have tried several different patterns. I have tried different combinations of stitches and none of them seem to be right for that yarn. It's SO frustrating! And so for now I have put that yarn away. It hurts, I hate putting yarn away! I want to make something with it but I have to continue to look around until I find the right pattern for it.

Perhaps in future I should buy yarn only when I have a pattern in mind, but while that's practical it is no help when I am in the yarn shop and drooling over some newly discovered yarn!

Great conversations with your children. Part 2

My last 15 minutes with Oliver have been like this (my responses are in red):

“May I have a yogurt tube?”
Yes.

“Which one?”
Whichever one you want.

“May I open the new box?”
Not until the old box is finished first.

“WAH! WAH!”
“May you open this for me?”
Yes, bring it here.

Get it away from my laptop!
Don’t drop it on my knitting!

“May I have another yogurt tube?”
No.

“Why?”
Because you can’t just eat them one after another.

“Was that the last one I will get today?”
I don’t know.

“When can I have another then?”
Not right now.

“But I want one now!”
You can’t have one now.

TWO MINUTES OF QUIET

“May I have one now?”
No.

30 SECONDS OF QUIET

“May I have one now?”
No.

WAH!WAH!WAH!WAH!

Thump Jamie as he walks past just to make himself feel better!

Jamie now crying!

Oliver upstairs crying!

Mummy about to cry or commit murder, not sure which will come first!

I can only hope that Oliver's tenacity serves him well in the future!

Great conversations with your children!

So this is the conversation I just had:

Oliver: “Mommy! Mommy! I need you!” This coming from the downstairs toilet.

Me: “What do you need?”

Oliver: “I need juice!”

Me: “You can’t have juice in the toilet, you can have it when you come out.”

Oliver: “But my poop’s too big! And you told me I had to drink more liquid!”

Me: “Oh, well it won’t help you right now!”

Oliver: “Did you hear that?”

Me: “Hear what?”

Oliver: “That big plop when the poop sploshed in the water!”

Me: “Yes, I heard it.”

Oliver: “I don’t need my juice now the poop is out!”


Isn’t life as a parent rewarding, fulfilling and full of poop!

Thank goodness it's almost over!

I am talking about 2009!

It was not the best year for me, I can think of few highlights and lots of low points, which is never good!

At the start of the year I was diagnosed with Lupus, and now take an amazing array of medicines to maintain a 'normal' and active lifestyle. I have also been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, and moderate to severe disc degeneration - which makes it painful and difficult to stand or walk for very long. The primary medication I take to control the Lupus can affect the eyes, so prior to starting treatment I needed a full 'physical' on my eyes. It was at that first appointment when I discovered I was a 'glaucoma suspect'! I thought perhaps someone should just take me out and shoot me! I now have the pressure in my eyes checked every six months, and so far, so good!

During the summer, my knees were particularly sore and painful and I was struggling to get up and down the stairs. As a result I required surgery on my right knee, which meant spending 6 weeks in a wheelchair. Oh the fun the twins had with that!!

A high point was discovering that I no longer required asthma medications. Living here in Colorado has been very good for my health (as far as my asthma is concered) and the disease I have had since birth is now well controlled...............on nothing but fresh air! I never thought that would happen.

The biggest high point of the year was heading back to the UK for the first time in 8 years! I got to see my family again, had a mini family reunion which was wonderful, and introduced the twins to my family. The low point of that vacation? It was definitely leaving. I cried. I didn't want to come back to America, I wanted to stay close to my family and all the things I love so much. The transition back to life here in Monument was incredibly hard and difficult for me. Only now about 7 months later, am I starting to feel 'at home' again.

Another low point was noticing my hair falling out and becoming very thin. It's a result of both the Lupus and the medication I take to control it. I was incredibly upset when I realized what was happening. I found it hard to style my hair because it was looking stringy and so fine. My hair stylist suggested we no longer highlight my hair, so blonde became brown again and I began using a special array of hair products to help minimize the thinning effect. It took a while to get used to brown hair after being blonde for so many years, but I like it now, and fortunately, there's not too much gray in there!

Of course through the year there are many small high points. Watching the twins grow and make the change from toddlers to boys. They are loud, noisy and annoying! They are loving, cuddly and funny! And often all of those things in the same hour! I am thankful for my friends, who have helped me adjust to this 'new normal' that Lupus has forced onto me, but I am still looking to the New Year in the hope of more high points than low points!

It's Almost Here!

It's 4 days until Christmas, my living room has turned into a winter wonderland and my children have become super-hyped up little boys!

But I am so excited by it all. Living on my own for 20 years Christmas was often a tough time of year. I did have many wonderful Christmases at my sister's house, but watching her children open presents, then showing them all to their neighbors and friends often left me feeling I was on the outside looking in. Being single isn't all it's cracked up to be. Yes I made all the decisions, I decided what I was going to eat, where I was going over the weekend. Summer holidays were spent in my garden, pottering around and reading great books. My house was quiet, there were fields behind my house, also quiet. You could hear a pin drop. I was often lonely. When I got married I had to make SO many adjustments, after all I hadn't just married, I had also left my country of birth. I knew no-one here, there was nothing familiar to comfort me and make me feel secure in the decisions I was making.

And then I had the twins! Was I ready for that - at 51? Yes and no! I thought I was prepared and in many ways I was, but I had completely underestimated how different my life was about to become. I was laid off from work just as I was about to return from maternity leave, so we decided I would stay home and raise the twins. Now they are almost 5, where did those years go to? I have no idea, time passes by so quickly, and this Christmas is really a great one, because the boys are almost 5, they understand what's going to happen. They believe in fairies, the elf that comes to our house to ensure they are good in the run up to Christmas, and they certainly believe in Santa. I am excited to watch them, their eyes lighting up as they count down the days to Christmas Day. I can't wait to see them open their presents, it's going to be an exciting and fun day.

It's a lot of work, moving the elf to a new position every night, wrapping presents when the boys are asleep in bed, trying to keep them from going into the basement where all their presents are wrapped and waiting for the big day. We have floors to clean and shelves to dust. The Christmas train set and ice rink (thank you Eddie and Audrey) have to be put out. We need some lights over the archway into the dining room and the boys want to make gingerbread men cookies!

The best thing I ever accomplished in my life are my children! And the lonely years staying home to take care of them was hard and sometimes boring, but always I have been grateful to have been able to raise the boys from birth. To see them crawl and take their first step. To hear them start to speak and watch their faces as they discovered something new!

I don't think I have looked forward to a Christmas more than this one. I am no longer on the outside looking in, I am right in the middle of everything. I know what my Christmas presents are, I don't care if there are no surprises, I am getting what I want. The best part is going to be watching the boys rip into the paper and discover all the wonderful toys Santa has left for them. I love this season, it's even going to snow for Christmas Day, could anything be more perfect?

Guys

Whenever I ask Jamie what he did at preschool his answer is always the same. It's a solemn "I cannot know." It makes me smile, but leaves me in the dark as to his activities each morning. Today though, I am gaining some insight into what my boys do in school.

My twins have 'guys', they've had them since they began to talk. The guys have strange names like Teetsee and Dukrak, and they are all over the place. I have never seen them, but they are the ones responsible for the swings in the back garden that have been going to and fro all afternoon. I thought it was the wind, but my boys told me it was their guys.

Their guys were on the plane with us when we flew to the UK earlier this year, and while it seems that Teetsee mostly lives in the top of a tree, he also lives under London Bridge! Right now the guys are in my house. They have been skateboarding and are now fighting Master Roshi from the Dragon BallZ cartoon. But the guys have also been to school this afternoon, one of them became the helper for snack time, a high honor! He had to wash his hands first and got his sleeves wet. Another guy was selected to ring the bell! They have danced and sung songs for the Christmas concert next week, because of course the guys have a starring role, and know all the words for the songs they will sing.

The guys are never blamed for anything bad in the house, or any toy that gets broken or any fight that is started. The guys are always the ones who do good things, they help the twins go to sleep and regularly drive to school with us, then wait in the car in the dark garage until it's time to go collect the boys.

I like these guys, they are easy to get on with, have a strange language of their own - which of course my twins can understand - while I cannot! I wonder how long they are going to be a part of our lives?

How quickly time goes by

I can barely believe that Christmas is around the corner. How did that happen? In fact the entire year seems to have rushed by in a flash. Early in the year I was anticipating our 3 week trip back to the UK, of course that was wonderful, and I got to meet up with so many friends and family, but 3 weeks is just never enough! All the plans I had to visit different places just fell by the wayside as we tried to fit in as much as possible in the time we had. We arrived back home in time for the twins to enjoy their last day of preschool before they broke up for summer.

Once again I planned to do lots of things with the boys, we had the entire summer ahead of us. I wanted to go to the zoo, go up Pike's Peak, have lots of picnics in the park, summer crafts - all sorts of things. I was so excited about the good times I had planned. And then I had knee surgery! I was stuck in a wheelchair for 6 weeks. Plus it rained a lot through the summer, much more rain than we ever experience here. Before I knew what was happening I was starting to prepare for the boys to head back to school!

And here we are. November 14, only two weeks until Thanksgiving and 6 weeks until Christmas! How did that happen? When I was single, it often seemed as if time was standing still. Life was slower altogether and I meandered through my weekends off work and my summer holidays. Pottered around in my garden, spent lazy afternoons reading a good book, and even stayed in bed VERY late reading the Sunday paper! Now two screaming little boys lurch through our bedroom door around 6.30am and hurl themselves on our bed. They don't understand how to whisper and be quiet, quiet is not a concept they get! So our days start early, if reluctantly, and the rest of the day just flies by in a blur!

I need to get started on Christmas cards and present lists. If I want to mail anything to my family in the UK I have to think ahead to ensure I don't miss the post! I certainly need more specifics on the toys the twins want Santa to bring them this year, a moon "thingy" is not really helpful to me! I need to go online and see what's the best price and where. I need to make photograph calendars for my family, it's a great way for them to see what the boys have been up to during the year. I need to think about food for both Thanksgiving and Christmas. Chuck has no time off this year other than Christmas Day, so I have a feeling I will be doing a HUGE grocery shop with the boys in tow! Not looking forward to that at all! The boys have read and re-read the ToysRUs catalog, they want just about everything in it, except the items Oliver says are "girlish"!

It's another year almost done, but I am loving the season. The boys are so excited, they spent the day yesterday pretending they were Santa delivering present. They tied their favorite cuddly toys up in their baby blankets, handed them to each other - or me - so they could be unwrapped and enjoyed! Their delight in the snow, and the 'cel'bation' as Jamie calls it makes it so much fun for me! If nothing else, seeing and sharing these celebrations and events with them will keep me young! (As long as it doesn't kill me first!)

The funny things they say! 3

Oliver is a great talker, despite the fact that some of my friends rarely hear him. When we are out in the car, I get a running commentary from both boys on the things they see, the shapes in the clouds and anything else that takes their fancy.

Driving back home through Palmer Lake last week we passed the preschool. The boys were excited to spot it and Jamie asked was it Kindergarten, at which point Oliver piped up and said "No, it's a graveyard school".

A graveyard school?? What?? I must have misheard. So I asked Oliver to say it again and he said "It's a graveyard school!" I started laughing although I was totally puzzled over what he meant and where the phrase had come from.

Oliver was getting cross at me because I was laughing, so I made a supreme effort, stopped giggling and asked him where he had heard that term before. "From Kylie! Her mummy says Kylie goes to graveyard school now!!"

The penny dropped, Oliver meant 'grade school'! I have absolutely no idea where he got the word graveyard from, but his take on things has put grade school into a whole new perspective for me!

A record setting day??

I was out last night, playing bunco with my friends and neighbors, and while I was home a little after 10 and didn't drink anything stronger than lemonade, I was so very tired this morning. One thing I have found since being diagnosed with an auto-immune disease is how my energy is very quickly spent, I have to clean the house in short spurts, and tackle just a few chores each day. But this morning I struggled to get out of bed and the boys were full of beans and jumping all over me demanding I wake up! How can I resist those sweet little voices?

I wondered how my day was going to pan out, often when I am extra tired the boys pick up on it and create mayhem and madness in the house and I have neither the energy or the patience to deal with them. Right now it's coming up to 2.30pm and the day so far has been calm, quiet and incredibly easy. My boys are currently 'into' Play Doh, so much so that this is the 3rd day in a row that they have played with it, and today they are setting records!

They got the Play Doh out of the cupboard at 9.30am this morning, and they are still playing with it! That's 5 hours and they are showing no sign of stopping! They have all their action figures out and have made boats and space ships for them. The Power Rangers 'guys' - as my two love to call them - have been wrapped up in clay with just their heads out, they have fashioned chains to go around their legs and waists and have dive bombed each other's toys with Play Doh rockets.

They have made pizzas and birthday cakes, candles, cookies and ice cream in cones, and "wriggly worms that don't wriggle!" So far, and perhaps I should touch wood here, there hasn't been a single cross word, not a single fight and the day has been incredibly restful for me.

I think I need to look at buying Plasticine for them though - it's what I used to play with way back when and long before Play Doh was invented - and it always remains soft and pliable. The only problem with my boys playing with their Play Doh this long is that most of it is getting hard and unmanageable, but I am not complaining! I will willingly buy them new pots in return for this wonderful, relaxing day!

IT'S OFFICIAL!!

It's a new record for Play Doh! The boys started at 9.30am this morning and we just cleaned it all away at 5.35pm! 8 complete hours of creativity, no arguments, no fighting or squabbles! I had a lovely, restful day and the boys are my little stars!!!

Why?

Perhaps I am tired to day, because all these silly thoughts keep cropping up:

Why is it that when I have an appointment, and leave early for it, all the lights are green and I arrive at my destination too soon? And of course, when I am running a little late for something all the lights are against me!

Why does the phone ring when I am hauling grocery bags, trying to get my key in the door and the dog is barking like an insane creature?

Why can't men multi-task yet they can fight evil demons and gain extra bonuses at the same time in a video game?

Why does one small glass of spilled milk cover an area with the square footage of Texas?

Why does clean hair squeak when it's wet?

Why can't men see dust?

Why do weeds thrive without water, while my plants look all limp and weary?

Why do my twins insist that spaghetti is not pasta?

Why can't men see that the toilet needs cleaning? They stand up and look at it countless times a day!

Why is it that when you can't sleep and are up all night, your children never stir, but when you are fast asleep they are standing by the side of the bed whispering "Mummy! Mummy, wake up!"

Why can't men take 5 minute showers?

Who decided that green should be called green? Or blue should be called blue?

Why does everyone say freeway, runway and highway, but not railway?

Watch out for my new American/English dictionary...............coming soon!!

Twins!

I am so glad I have twins. I am watching them playing together at the moment, they are creating Play Doh monsters, they are sharing so nicely, the house is quiet aside from their giggling and chatting, which is wonderful to listen to and I am appreciating my lot.

Of course twins are such hard work, and so very expensive. The difficulties of 2 hourly feeds through the night, the burping, the soothing and the diaper changes. Oh the cost of diapers, I would hate to work out how much we spent on diapers, I couldn't wait for them to be potty trained and that drain on our finances gone! Then there's the price of two baby car seats, the double stroller, two cradles, two cribs and all the associated bedding and blankets. Double the amount of crib toys and rattles, two times the clothes and shoes. The cost of car seats once they have outgrown their baby seats. Winter coats, boots and hats, summer jackets, sandals and hats. Two times the toys, the teddies and the balls. Two times the blocks, the pirates and the cars. The ride on toys, tricycles and bicycles. It's a riot of color and noise and mayhem.

Twins are great, it's a built in playmate, someone to whisper to at night when you are tucked up in bed, someone to share your imaginary games, and someone to yell at (and occasionally hit) when the game doesn't 'work right' or one twin steals a toy from the other.

It's an expensive business. It's every waking (and sometimes sleeping) moment of your life. Having a baby changes things in more ways than you could ever imagine. Having twins is double that, and more! It's challenging, tiring, funny, sad sometimes and wonderful! Of course if the boys weren't sitting playing so nicely - as they have been for the past 2 hours - my view here would be completely different. But I am making the most of this afternoon!

It's great having twins!

It's time for a haircut!

I had a dream last night, where I was standing in my bathroom just randomly cutting off pieces of my hair, and when I had finished I had gone from shoulder length light brown, to short, spiky black! And it was the most stylish and attractive haircut I had ever had! Spiky in all the right places and it so suited my face, which appeared at least 20 years younger! I was thrilled! Of course when I got up this morning and looked in the mirror it did make me wonder whether my inner self was telling me to cut my hair! Perhaps it's time for a change, but I think short hair demands a young, fresh face, and I feel none of that applies to me. In my mind longer hair makes me look younger, and it could be all my family and friends think the opposite, who knows? Plus I can hide behind my long hair, it's a useful security blanket at times!

Anyway, today turned into haircut day in the Wadge household. The boys go back to school tomorrow, they start pre-k, and I want them to look decent. Oliver spends most of his day peering out from between his too long bangs (fringe for my UK readers) and although his hair is very fine, he needs a good cut because it's far too long. Jamie has thick hair, and it's all over the place. It grows so fast I can't keep up with it, yet both of them hate having their hair cut and will scream and wriggle through the entire process, often ending up with a lop-sided haircut that they refuse to let us adjust!

Chuck started out cutting Jamie's hair and while it was nice and short and spiky on the top, he wouldn't let us use the razor at the back to equal it out. He let me trim around his ears and his neck with scissors and that was that! It was a buzz cut mullet! Oliver cried the entire 5 minutes he let Chuck loose on his hair, but did stop while I straightened up the edges and around his ears. I also cut his fringe so we could see his lovely blue eyes! But he wouldn't let us do anymore, and it's so hard to keep a squirming 4 year old still!

In the end I had a bright idea - and apologise now to everyone who is against bribing their children! I offered the twins a bag of Twizzlers each if they let us give them a full buzz cut! There was almost a stampede to the bathroom!! Each boy sat on my knee facing me, while Chuck got to work! In no time at all they both had really nice haircuts. They want some hair gel so they can spike it and we have promised to get that when we go grocery shopping later.

I went out into the office and left Chuck to clear up in the bathroom, (there are some perks about being on crutches) and I thought he was putting the razor away, until he shouted "Don't be mad at me!" And when I went into the bathroom, there he was cutting all his hair off!! I couldn't believe it, he looked like a convict! He'd done this before, a long time before I met him, and he had told me that he didn't have a good shaped head! SO WHY DID HE DO IT???

Perhaps someone, somewhere is trying to tell me something? Did my dream just tell me I need a change in hairstyle, or was it a forewarning about this day?? Who knows? I just know that Ziggy and I are now wary of anyone approaching us with a razor in their hand!!

They've changed!

There are a lot of children in our neighborhood, ranging from baby to 6 years of age, give or take a year or two. We try and get together at playgroup now and again, but sometimes miss a session here or there. And it's after these breaks from catching up with friends that you look at their children and invariably say "Haven't they grown?"

It's amazing to me how that happens, one minute your friend has a baby, just taking their first steps with those big diapers waddling away on their bottoms, and then you turn around and they are trying to ride a bike and are potty trained! It seems to happen in the blink of an eye, and why should I be surprised? It's the normal state of things, but it still seems to happen so quickly.

Sometimes when I am hugging my boys I say "Are you my baby?" and they invariably reply that they are not babies, they are 'big' boys!

Yesterday we were heading up to Denver, Chuck was driving and the boys were in the back watching a DVD. I turned around to see if they were OK and I realised in that instant that they were no longer babies, no longer toddlers, but boys. I could look at their faces and see the child behind the toddler, could see how they will look as they grow and move onto grade school.

Only last year they were small and a little upset to be leaving me to attend preschool, next week they start in pre-k. Where does the time go to? It's staggering. And while in many ways I miss those little bundles of joy I can now look forward to the conversations I will have with my boys! Already I love to talk with them, to watch them earnestly discussing a game or idea they have. They use their hands to describe their ideas, they have so many plans and schemes for their games it's fascinating for me to listen to them talk about it. Oliver has even started to come and apologize for his bad behaviour - without coercion - and it's a sign to me that he's getting bigger and starting to realise the world does not revolve around him and that he isn't always right and I am not always wrong or mean or horrible!!!

This past month two of my friends have lost their fathers, one in a tragic road accident and another to cancer. It has made me realise how fragile life is, how all this can disappear in the blink of an eye. It has made me want to make more effort to stay in touch with my friends, especially those that live many miles away.

We are often so caught up in our own lives, the dramas and problems, that we don't always give our friends and family the time they deserve. I know I have much to be thankful for, not least my two 'big' boys!

Something weird!

Just lately I have been receiving voice messages to my cell phone. Well, it seems silly to call it a message when the words/noises make no sense at all. I have had 3 calls in the past 2 weeks. Each time I look at the number and think.........."I know that number, whose number is that?" I have tried to call the number but can't get through. After the last message arrived last week I went through my entire address book looking for the number, and couldn't find it. But still it bugged me.

Anyway, I forgot about it and got on with life. Yesterday was my first physical therapy appointment to get my knee back to rights, and of course I arrived early to deal with the obligatory paperwork. Now I have been to this office before, so they pulled all my notes from previous visits and asked me to check and update them. And there it was in front of me, the phone number that has been used to call my cell! And do you know why it was SO familiar to me?? It was my office number! Before the twins were born I worked at HP down on Rockrimmon, and that was my office number! But I was laid off from there, didn't get to go back after maternity leave, except to clear my desk out. So I assumed one of my colleagues was sitting at my old desk trying to call me.

But here's the weird part! The entire section I worked in, is now closed completely. HP consolidated their staff, downsized dramatically and now use only a small part of the building. My area is completely sealed off. And here's the other weird thing............the cell phone I have now is not the one I had then! So how did my old office phone call my new cell phone, when the office is closed and no-one else there has my new cell phone number???

Cue the spooky music!!

The funny things they say! 2

Oliver still has an occasional accident and wets the bed.

One day, after just such an occasion I was in our bedroom changing the sheets on our bed. Oliver came in and watched me for a moment and then asked "What are you doing?" I told him I was changing the sheets (like he hasn't seen me do that before!) He asked me why and I told him they needed washing. There was a short silence and then Oliver asked "Who wet the bed, you or Daddy?"

My boys crack me up!!