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?

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!!

Another year has come and gone!

I have a post it note on my computer that says "The days are long, but the years are short", and each day when I read it I realize how true it is. Already it is 2009 and my twins will be 4 in two weeks. Four! Where did those years go? It seems just minutes since they were babies and we brought them home from the hospital at a little over 4lbs each. The day was snowy and cold and we were so nervous driving all the way from Denver with such a precious cargo in the car. Oliver had some problems with breathing at our high altitude and needed oxygen at home for the first month, and when I look back at the photos of him with the nasal cannula he looks so small and frail. And now he can sit on his twin and keep him pinned to the floor!


Sometimes the days with twins, on your own at home, especially when the weather is bad and too cold to get out, are the longest of any I have ever known. The boys pick up on my mood, they take advantage of me, they fight and squabble and scream and hit each other, and just when I am in despair, they run over and hug me before running off to play nicely together. I was going through my files last week - in a futile effort to get more organized - and came across the cards with their footprints on, and they are SO tiny, it seems unbelievable to me that they could ever have been so tiny.

And now they are growing out of all their clothes, they seem to get bigger every day and ask me to measure them weekly so we can check their progress! They chatter to me constantly, to each other and to themselves while they play, they make up elaborate games, with convoluted plots and can keep that going for hours. They love to pretend to be other people, their friends from school, their teachers or our neighbors! They climb up the back of the sofa using their toy snakes as the ropes and sail around the floor on the sofa cushions. I am amazed at their imaginations and the stories they can create, I love Jamie's cheeky smile when he's trying to convince me that he really, really needs another cookie and I love that Oliver can correct me when I am wrong and delight in saying "You were wrong Mummy and I was right" It gives him such joy!

While life with the twins is incredibly tiring, very hard (at times), lonely sometimes and often demanding, I am so proud of my sons and it's wonderful to watch them grow and develop and become their own person!