The twins have now reached an age where they are absolutely, 100% crazy. It’s hard to know exactly when it happened, but at some point in the last couple of years our well behaved, downright docile wee ones gradually transformed into wild and crazy monsters. Yes, that is us that you hear causing a ruckus at the supermarket, our kids who are knocking over everything in sight if you have the temerity to invite us over to your house, and we are the frazzled, tired looking parents trying in vain to corral our little ones and somehow get them to behave.
I wanted to get this post done in November but alas, scheduling and general tiredness and apathy conspired against me, and here we are in December and I am finally getting around to writing about Halloween! What forced me to finally sit down and do this was the realization that our Christmas letter is due out shortly and once that gets going I’ll never have time to write here.
Halloween is always a fun time for the kids, and this year was certainly no different in that regard. G in particular had actually run out of candy in her stash and so was especially looking forward to the festivities. What made this year extra special was that for the first time since they were born, Leslie and I decided to dress up with the kids! Read on for the full scoop (including pictures, of course!).
A little over a year ago, the twins finally neared that age that all fathers look forward to with great anticipation: the start of their athletic careers. In actuality it caught me totally off guard, because here they were, a tender four years of age, heads full of Thomas and Dora and make believe, and the furthest thing from my mind, let alone theirs, was organized sports. After all, I hadn’t started soccer until I was at least seven, and that was entire eons away.
Somehow or other, 2013 has been a crazily busy year for us so far. That of course is a large part of the reason that this is my first post of the year, but I also have an ironclad excuse. This web site actually went down for an extended period of time as I had some trouble with what is now my previous web host. Fortunately I had been taking somewhat regular backups, so I was able to get things up and running on a new host, but it took several months and was altogether a bit draining. With the first half of the year already come and gone, I decided it was time to get back into writing a bit and try to catch up on some of our recent (and not so recent) goings on.
With things being generally busy around here, summer came upon us without us even realizing it, and around the beginning of May we realized that we didn’t have a plan for a summer vacation. We cast about for a bit, looking for something interesting to do, but in the end we ended up deciding to return to somewhere we had been just two years ago: that magical place where dreams come true, the self-proclaimed Happiest Place on Earth.
We get the word kindergarten from German, and the literal meaning is “children’s garden.” The term was appropriated for early education first in Germany, with the idea being that young children should be cultivated and nourished much like plants in a garden. At least, according to that mostly reliable source known as Wikipedia.
In any case, the word is now widely used throughout the world to refer to early childhood education, with the United States obviously being no exception. It is into this garden that we sent our two little flowers earlier this year, with the kind of trepidation and angst that only parents know.
One thing I have noticed about raising small children is that when it comes to progress, it often goes in bunches. There are periods of relative calm, when things move along slowly, and then there are bursts of rapid learning, where they suddenly put it all together and surprise you with what they can do. We recently went through one of those growth phases, and it has been a fun thing to watch.
Sorry it has been so long since I put anything up here. I have some things planned for the hopefully near future, but for now I thought I’d start with a video that I meant to put up a long time ago. We were out at a bounce house event in town a couple of months ago and there was music playing from some speakers, and when a certain song came on the twins stopped bouncing and said “Hey, that’s the song from school!” “What song from school?” was our natural question, and when they said “the one we dance to” we got them out of the bounce houses to give us a little demo. And so, right there in the middle of a dozen or so bounce houses, our kids were doing the Cha Cha Slide. It was pretty awesome.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have a video camera on me, but we got them to reprise the dance later at home, and the video is after the jump.
One of the fun and interesting things about having twins is watching them grow and develop together. Because they are exactly the same age and for the most part do the same things all the time, it can be fascinating to see the different approaches they take to the world, the different interests they have, and the different intellectual development that they display. Our twins could hardly be more different, and have been so since very early on, and it has been kind of cool to watch these differences play out as they mature. While you of course want to avoid comparing their abilities and making it known to one or the other that they aren’t measuring up, you do want to acknowledge their differences and let them know that they can be strong in different ways and that it’s ok.
I’ll let this one speak for itself. As before, if you are reading this on Facebook, click on the “View Original Post” link to see this on the web site, as the video does not come through to Facebook.
There is this thing that I have repeatedly asked the twins to stop doing, and yet they refuse to listen to me. I’ve tried begging, ordering, everything you can think of, and still they will not stop. I really don’t know anymore where to turn or how to get them to put an end to it once and for all. I am speaking, of course, about this habit they have of having birthdays, of which they have now had an alarming number. Four, to be exact. “Guys,” I tell them, “stop growing up so fast.” At which point they look at me and yell “I’m going to grow up faster and faster and soon I will be big!” and I just groan and cover my ears and try to ignore the inevitable march of time.