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Monday, September 26, 2011

Do You Believe in Miracles?

The following is a real conversation between real people.  These are not actors.

Max: "Mitch, can I play with the Iron Man Flashlight please?" (Spoken in a normal voice with no whining)

Mitch: "Ok."  Hands him the flashlight.

Max: "Thank you Mitch."  "Daddy, Mitch shared!"

Daddy:  "I know Max. I know", as he wipes the tears away from his eyes.

I now believe that anything is possible, even miracles.

Happy Monday.

Monday, September 19, 2011


I love my boys..  I really do.. but I'm not going to lie when I say I sometimes look forward to Sunday nights.. 

See normally people would say, huh?  Don't you have to work the next day?  Isn't the next day Monday, etc, etc?  But see it's different in my house..  Ever since the boys started daycare in January of 2008 someone has been watching them on Mondays..  It's either been my mom, my father in law, my mother in law, my sister in law..  you get the point.. 

But this specific weekend it was a little much..  My wife is in a mothers of multiples group and they have a tag sale every 6 months.  You tag and sell clothes that don't fit, toys they don't play with anymore, books they don't read, etc.  So it's been work all week, take care of the boys at night, then sort and tag till we go to bed, which has been late every night.  Then Friday night she had to set up so it was just us boys. No problem. Then, after getting home late Friday, it was up early Saturday for her to be at the sale by 6am.  So it was just me and the boys again.. Normally it would be no problem..

We did some errands and then we went to an indoor playground. Of course Mitch goes right for the house and puts on an apron and starts cooking..  He never cooks at home, but get him out of the house and he becomes Bobby Flay.  Max tried desperately to play in the house with him, but being my OCD child he wanted the door closed.  However the door wouldn't close and 3 times he got his fingers stuck in the hinges..  I guess if at first you don't succeed, try till you cut your fingers off.  Then, they were having shopping cart races (I guess I might be at fault for that one from the Target parking lot).  But since Mitch is a little, shall we say undersized, he was going too fast and went over the handle and into the cart.. This woman watched this in horror and tried to help him out while I sat there laughing..  I know, bad parenting at its best..  But it was pretty funny..  He of course was OK, I knew.  But at that point it had been a couple of hours I figured it was time to go home for lunch.

I had to feed them and then get them in a bath because once my wife got home she had to get ready as we were going to a work function for her office.  So I get them into the bath no problem, but then Mitch decides to poop while in the bath..  Of course he does..  then it's drain the bath, get everyone out and fill it back up, etc..  Totally didn't need that..  Then, we head to the work function which was 45 minutes and we were 2 hours late.  Of course the boys were so pleasant when we got there..  It took about 40 minutes for them to finally warm up.  We ended up getting home at 8p from that which was not fun. 

Sunday we had the Children's Hospital Miracle Maker Reception in Natick at 11am.  That was no problem except we had a birthday part to get to in Stow at 1p.  We started leaving the reception around 1245p and made it to the party around 130p.  This is only because you had to take a train to the parking lot of the farm and the train had about as good a schedule as the MBTA.  Somehow we managed to get it all in and we were home around 3p.  That's when the sugar kicked in..  All over the place with running and jumping and toys, wrestling, etc.. I don't know where they get all this energy all the time..  it's not like they have cake all the time.. 

By the time halftime of the Patriots game rolled around, I was done.  Thankfully my mother in law was there around 4 and helped entertain them.  By 6p the Twinado had passed over the house and was on its way to its grandparents house for the night.  But it left in its wake toys everywhere, food all over the place and the house in total disarray.  I think I found the dog huddled over in the corner shaking..

Like I said, I love my boys, but sometimes I just can't wait for Sunday night.

Monday, September 12, 2011

The Conversation

Ten years ago yesterday the world changed and not for the better.  The world we woke up to on September 11th, 2001 is a far cry from the world we knew when we laid our heads down that very same night.  The kids that were in that classroom that President Bush was reading to are now 16 and 17 years old.  They don't necessarily know anything different.  This is the way it's pretty much always been for them.

And unfortunately, my boys will not know anything different either.  They were born almost 6 years to the day of that horrendous morning.  A beautiful, sunny, blue-skied day that turned tragic in a matter of seconds.

When is the right time to explain what happened to your children?  And I don't mean the generic "there are bad people in the world and they tried to hurt us" parental explanation for something that we as parents don't want to or are not ready to address with our children.  I mean the real explanation.  I feel badly for those parents who had to explain the events of that day to their children because they had no choice.  It was live and in color and they were going to ask questions. 

You can shield your children from many things, but this is something that is in our face and all around us pretty much all the time.  Whether it's on TV, at the airport or a train station it's hard to ignore.  Security measures are increased and my boys will know nothing of meeting a friend or loved one at the actual gate of their flight to welcome them home or pick them up.  That would be a total foreign concept to them, however it was commonplace just a short time ago.  At what age would they even begin to comprehend what happened, the ripple effect it has had on the world as a whole and how it changed their futures?  It's such a complex situation and it's difficult to grasp the gravity of it that there are some adults that still don't understand it.

How deep do you go when discussing it?  Do you stop at that day?  Do you go into the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan?  What about the economy?  What about before 9/11 and how past events had a role?  They need to know how it is all intertwined, yet can they understand and comprehend it?  It will affect them without them even knowing it, and it already has.

I used to think that the "sex" talk and the "drugs" talk would be the most difficult talks I had with my sons.  Now I'm not so sure.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

And The Grammy Goes To...

So every day my boys are at school I call around 2p (nap time) to find out how their day has been so far.  Did they eat all their lunch?  Did they go potty?  #1 or #2?  Was it actually in the potty? (That's directed toward you, Mitch).  When they were in the infant room we used to receive progress reports each day.  These told us how much they ate, what they ate and when they ate it. It also told us when they went to bathroom, what it was, etc. We also were able to speak directly to the teacher who was with them all day which was a huge plus.  If there were problems or medicine they needed to take, etc you knew you were speaking to the person who was with them all day from start to finish.  However since they moved up to the toddler rooms, this is not the case.  No more progress reports.  So this is an easy way to get an update on how they are doing overall, as well as find out what they did that day so we can discuss it on the ride home or over dinner.

The other day Max's teacher told me a funny story.  They have a stereo in the class and while they normally listen to CD's I guess someone hit the tuner button and the radio came on.  Max then asks his teacher, "Can we listen to talk radio"?

Wait, what?  Talk Radio?  The only talk radio I listen to in the car with them is sports talk radio.  They like when the hosts say Red Sox, Patriots, Bruins and Dunkin Donuts (which is pretty often).  However I do listen to the Morning Buzz on Rock 101 out of Manchester, NH which has a morning talk show.  They love it when they say Morning Buzz because I think they think it's Toy Story radio.. Hey, whatever works to get them to school, you know?

But we try as best we can to have music on in the car at all times..  And all types of music.  We don't let them dictate and have us listen to the Wheels on the Bus 400 times in a row because they would and I would proceed to drive off a cliff.  When they drive, they can listen to whatever they want.  But when I'm driving, it's my music.  So they get a heavy dose of Led Zeppelin, Foo Fighters, Green Day, Lynyrd Skynryd, Chili Peppers, 80's and some other stuff.  My wife listens to a little more alternative type of music (DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER - she also likes some of the same music I like), so they really get a good mix between the two of us.

Whatever it is they end up listening to when they are older though will be their choice of course, but I'm sure it'll suck compared to my music.