Friday, August 29, 2008
Scott won out on the "Great Birthday Goldfish Debate of 2008". So Ashley got a goldfish for her birthday. She named it Glub Glub. Because that's what a fish says, duh mommy.
Aidan has been sweet as sugar lately. Oh my word, he just melts my heart every.single.day. Yesterday, he was playing with Ashley's tea set and Owen came up and tried to wrestle away the teapot. Usually Aidan loses out in these twin fights and then just sits down and cries. He's definitely my delicate flower. But yesterday, he stood up for himself and wouldn't let Owen take it (granted, he then hightailed it behind me in case Owen decided to go for Round 2). Of course, Owen then proceeded to FREAK OUT that he hadn't been able to commandeer said teapot. So I looked down at Aidan and said "How bad do you really want it, buddy?" And he looked at me, then looked at the teapot, and then walked back over to Owen and gave it to him. OH MY GOD, my heart....how flipping sweet is he?
Owen is usually my little rascal. Oooh, that one's got spirit. I was telling Scott about the teapot story above and we talked about how Owen's just not that nice to his brother and is always stealing toys and what not. But apparently Owen overheard me talking smack, because later that night Aidan had a little meltdown when I wouldn't hand him my blackberry to throw on the floor play with. Aidan started bawling and put his head down on my lap, and Owen dropped whatever he was doing and walked across the room and picked up Aidan's lovey to bring to him. Oh my gosh, the sweetness....I just wanted to scoop him and cover him with kisses for knowing his bro needed a little extra TLC.
Thank God it's Friday so I can soak up the cuteness this weekend!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Top 10 Reasons Why I Think the Boys are Mirror-Image Twins
10. Aidan loves carrots, while Owen loves peas.
9. They got their bottom teeth in opposite order. Maybe the top ones too, but I got tired of counting by then. Don't judge me please, that's a lot of teeth to remember.
8. When I get home from work at the end of the day, Aidan always clutches on to my right leg for dear life while Owen prefers my left.
7. When they rolled over for the first time, they each went in opposite directions.
6. When Owen is happy, Aidan is crabby. When Aidan is happy, Owen is crabby. It's lovely (not).
5. Aidan likes to put blocks into containers. Owen likes to take blocks out of containers and then throw them over our second floor balcony. If you happen to stop by unannounced, make sure you watch out for flying objects.
4. Aidan loves to go down the slide on our playset, while Owen freaks out. But Owen does like to climb the stairs, which Aidan will not.
3. When it's time to brush their teeth at night, Aidan climbs up onto the stool in front of the sink, while Owen instead goes and climbs into the bathtub (okay, maybe that one's a stretch, but it makes me laugh that he will only let me brush his teeth in the tub. Apparently he's concerned about spittle and toothpaste flying around, or something).
2. Owen loooooooves ice cream, but isn't that interested in cake. Aidan tolerates ice cream, but looooooooves cake. I know this because we attend far too many birthday parties.
1. Their hair parts in opposite directions. At least it does when their dad doesn't buzz their hair so much that you can't tell (must remember to unplug the hair clippers that are currently charging).
We'll know for sure once they start showing a right/left hand preference, but until then I'm pretty convinced. ;-)
Monday, August 18, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
This weekend we were watching Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh play sand volleyball, and Ashley points to the tv and goes "That's my mommies!!!" (Apparently, having identical twins as brothers gets you nervous that you may have a second mommy pop up at any given moment).
Hey, I don't mind at all if my daughter mistakes me for either of these two ladies. Since my twinbelly will never see the light of day in a bikini, I'm thrilled that my three year old naively thinks I could pull it off.
Then, the other night we were watching women's synchronized platform diving, and Ashley points to the tv and goes "That's my daddies!!"
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
They each have about a handful of words they use regularly, mostly consisting of "mama", "dada", "ball" and "bye". But it's hard to have a conversation based on just those words, ya know?
But luckily, Owen has finally started nodding his head yes and shaking his head no, so we were able to have our first real conversation the other day...
Me: Owen, do you want me to sing you a song?
Owen: nods his head yes
Me: How about Twinkle Twinkle?
Owen: shakes his head no
Me: Okay....how about Itsy Bitsy Spider?
Owen: shakes his head no
Me: The "ABC" song?
Owen: nods his head yes and gives me a HUGE smile
Aw, he was able to pick out his own song! My little guy is growing up.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
So innocent, so sweet....they couldn't possibly give their perpetually exhausted twinmama any trouble, right???
These two are high maintenance. Man, they have gotten independent in the last week or so, and not in the good kind of way. We certainly don't have any twins dressing themselves, or taking a stab at early potty-training or anything constructive like that. My boys are experiencing what I would call "Negative Independence," which is a clinical term I invented just now:
Wow, now that is a spot-on definition.
Take, for example, my day today. I got up, got the boys out of bed and said, "let's go downstairs and eat breakfast!!" The boys love breakfast. So Aidan is all smiles and giggles, follows me out into the hallway, and then thinks to himself "Hey, what can make breakfast even better??? I know!!! My binky and lovey, that's what!" So he books it on back to his room and starts wrestling his binky and lovey through the slats of his crib.
So I say, "No, no, Aidan...binky and lovey are for bedtime, not breakfast," and pry them back from his chubby little fingers and toss them back in the crib.
And that's when Aidan got pissed. Ooh, he gave me a nasty look and marched straight back to his room to get his lovey and binky for the second time.
By this time I was halfway down the stairs with Owen, who was sliding down backwards on his belly and tends to think he's done one or two steps early, so I couldn't go back up to take away lovey and binky again. So I made the mistake of using my serious twinmama voice to say, "Aidan, I said NO. Put binky and lovey back right now." The only problem with using the "serious twinmama" voice is that I have an almost-3 year old who takes great pleasure in enforcing it whenever possible. So Ashley hears me, runs back up the stairs, grabs said lovey and binky from Aidan, and says "NO, BOYS!!!! NO lovey and binky, hmph!!!"
And that's when Aidan got really pissed.
Oh, man. I waited for him at the bottom of the stairs and he slid down all the way on his belly, and then plopped himself down on the floor and proceeded to FREAK OUT. Not even the offer of a strawberry cereal bar could coax him into the kitchen. Not a great way to start out a Saturday morning.
And the negative independence episodes just kept coming and coming for the rest of the day...it's totally like multiple personality disorder. They're happy one second, and then the next second they go into freak-out mode: "I want to cuddle on the couch with you, mommy, but I didn't want you to help me climb up, DAMMIT!!" "I want to eat my yummy waffle, but on the FLOOR not in my high chair, DAMMIT!!!" "I want to hand you this remote control, but so you'll turn on Sesame Street not the Olympics, DAMMIT!!" "I love to play in the sandbox, but only so I can throw sand in my brother's eye, DAMMIT!!"
You get the picture. Sheesh, I hope this phase goes by quickly.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Okay, I had to post one more...this is Ashley and the twins playing "ring around the rosy". Also known as swing your brothers into various pieces of furniture. Luckily they're resilient.
My favorite part is how the boys get so pissed when Ashley gets distracted by Sesame Street. Hee!! Who knew that one day they'd actually want her to beat up on them??? Love it!
Tonight I told Ashley "Hey, it's time for bed! Give daddy a hug and kiss good-night."
Instead, she chose to express her true feelings with a song.
Poor Daddy. But then again, hopefully she'll still be singing this song once she starts dating. ;-)
Saturday, August 2, 2008
I was hanging out with the boys in the family room, and we were reading books and making various farm animal noises at each other (according to Owen, a cow does not say "moo". It says "mah." And that's all there is to it.) Ashley was napping, and Scott was downstairs in the basement wiring some doohickey or what not.
Anyway, I guess Scott could hear me and the boys "mooing" and "mahing" at each other, and it made him smile. So he actually came upstairs to tell me that I'm a really great mom.
It pretty much made my day. Hopefully Ashley, Aidan and Owen agree with him. :-)