Rock Fists

Rock Fists

Monday, March 19, 2012

Swimming With the Goldfishes

I guess it's my own fault..  I know I shouldn't let the boys eat food in my bed, but sometimes, it's just unavoidable..

They don't nap anymore at home.  Once they started climbing out of their cribs, that was it.  Daniel had fallen out around 18 months or so and Douglas wasn't even walking yet much less climbing out of his crib.  So we got a crib tent for Daniel and that seemed to solve the problem for the time being.  About 6 months later, we are downstairs watching TV and hear talking from their room, which is normal.  What is not normal is how close it sounded.  So we went upstairs to check and when we opened the door, Douglas goes, "Hi momma" and runs zooming past..  That night we decided it was probably time for toddler beds.

Ever since that day we broke down the cribs and put in toddler beds they have not napped once in their beds.  Our bed however is a different story.  We call it "down-time".  It's usually around 1-130p and they are whiny, cranky and just overall exhausted.  So we put them in our room and put on a movie.  Many times they will fall asleep and take good naps which is the goal.  Other times, they will watch the entire movie, but at least they are calm and resting which is sometimes just as good.  However, it's when they wake up and want a snack that is gets dicey.  We'll often times give them small snacks like goldfish in a bowl in our bed so they can continue to relax and finish the movie.

But while I don't mind them having quiet time, napping or even snacking in my bed, I really don't need to get into my bed and hear the crunching of goldfish crumbs underneath me..  But like I said, I guess it's my own fault.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Hummala Bebhuhla

In honor of Van Halen's semi-reunion (it can't really be a full reunion without Michael Anthony), I thought I'd tell a little story I had forgotten about until someone accidentally brought it out of me.

The Twinado was about 18 months old or so and we were taking a car trip up to the edge of nowhere, otherwise known as Maine.  And we're not talking about Portland, either..  It was about 5 hours north of Portland, at least.. Ok, maybe only 2-3, but it sure felt like it..

Anyway, neither of the boys was talking yet..  They were making sounds yeah, but talking was far off..  Hell, one of them wasn't even standing on his own so them speaking was the furthest thing from our minds.

We're driving along and listening to the radio, sometimes singing along.  Sure enough, Panama comes on the radio.  This song is perfect for the boys..  It's not like Roth doesn't repeat the word Panama about a billion times (well, really only 15 if you can believe that; seems like so much more).  So in addition to him saying it, we're saying it.  And wouldn't you know it, from the backseat we hear "panama".

Even though I was driving I have never whipped my head around to the backseat so fast..  We know that we heard it.  It was crystal clear.  One of sons had just said their first word and it was the name of a Van Halen song.

For some reason, I didn't mind the rest of ride.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Crystal Ball

The lights are down..  The din of the crowd is not unlike that of a Yankees/Red Sox playoff game.. you know that din...

The anticipation of the crowd is growing with every passing second..  The best band in the world is about to come on stage and perform.

Then finally a riser from the back of the stage ascends from the bowels of the arena and the bass of the drums is heart-pounding..  The crowd starts to go crazy and the greatest rock show on earth has commenced..

I was recently told by one of my sons that he wants to be a drummer..  Allow me this moment..