A Match Made in…Austin!

I was a little surprised today when I got this text from Aunt Kim: “Marco proposed!”  When we introduced the two of them last summer, we weren’t really expecting them to do more than maybe go out a few times and then be friends.  As it turns out, “Uncle” Marco will eventually be legally deserving of that title!

Congratulations to Aunt Kim and Uncle Marco!

The Difficulties with Irish Twins

When the girls were younger, people often asked whether they were twins. I still get the question occasionally, but they are on different growth spurt schedules now, so their physical differences are more obvious. Anyway, my usual response is, "No, they are 53 weeks apart. Twins would be easier!" In fact, they are fraternal twins - successive eggs - just incubated and born separately instead of together.

As they get older, I become more and more aware of the fact that the world isn't really designed for siblings who are this close in age. Soccer teams, girl scout troops, and summer camps are damn near impossible for us because in most cases the girls can't be on the same team, in the same group, attend the same session. Without the flexibility of doing everything twice, we are somewhat limited. Back to School Night was no exception. The classes are broken up in two-year increments; last night was for the parents of 1st and 2nd grade students. Of course, I am a parent of both, so I started at the 2nd grade "all teacher" presentation in the auditorium, which made me late for the 1st grade presentation in Beanie's classroom. Then, twenty minutes later while her teacher was still going strong, I had to duck out in order to attend the last part of Pook's teacher's briefing. Granted, I am pretty sure that my attendance, or lack thereof, at these events doesn't really matter to anyone except my daughters (who made things for me to find on their desks), but still...

Next year will be even worse though, when I'll have to attend three separate nights in order to cover Kinder, 2nd and 3rd. Yikes!

The Force is With Us

Bitty had a melt down this morning. I was very upset with him. Later on, after we took the girls to school, got some coffee and a chocolate milk, and were driving to Lakeway, he asked, "Mommy, are you still disappointed at me? Do you still have a mad face at me?" After completing a quick silent virtual self-flaggellation (how could I ever have a mad face at him?), I calmy explained that how he behaves is up to him and that he can choose to act nicely or...not. He thought about it for a minute. Then he said, "Mommy. It wasn't me. It was my brain going over to the dark side that made me act that way!"

Adventures in Yogurt

This morning on the way to Miss Julie's, I was dismayed to hear this announcement from the back seat: "Mommy! The squeeze yogurt just splatted itself all over the car!"

Knowing that we do, in fact, have a "no yogurt" rule in the car, Egan promised to "just hold it" on the way to school. After apologizing profusely ("Mommy. I am so so vewy vewy vewy vewy sowwy. Are you mad mad mad at me?" Of course not, you precious angel!), he explained that he didn't squeeze it: "I twisted it really hard in the middle!"