Alex and Andrew headed out with Papa Dave for their 2 weeks of California sunshine today.
Papa arrived bearing gifts on Wednesday night. The following occurred 15 minutes later. One gift, a shovel and pail needed to go back out to Cali. So I told Andrew, "Don't lose them, we need to pack them with your clothes and stuff for your vacation."
Andrew disappeared.
Andrew reappeared, with 2 pairs of shorts and a tee shirt piled into his bucket and said, "Ok guys I'm ready to go on my bay-k-tion."
Oh how his face fell when told he'd have to wait another whole day before leaving...
Friday, June 27, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Water Day #1
We've since gotten Alex (or "Ah-way" as Ryan says) their own larger pool.
Andrew posing for me.
Alex smiling for me.
Ryan shooting me.
And Seany refusin to look at the camera.
Train board
Andrew, Ryan and Seany behind the train board. Mark has plans of covering it with green felt and nailing the pieces into place so that they can play trains.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Father Day Gifts
Le twix were very eager to show Daddy the cards they made.
More showing of cards and admiring them, themselves.
Showing Daddy the clothes they got him.
Andrew helped Daddy with the new pillow he picked out for him.
Church picnic & blessing of the bikes
Or in our case Seany's worm...
RyGuy's worm.
Andy and his scooter.
And the peace kid and his scooter.
Karate Kids
Andrew and Alex loved their 2 lessons. Its too demanding an activity for us to keep up with though.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Father's Day Shopping
I try to not go to department store (aka stores without proper shopping carts to corral twix) without Mark. With Father's Day fast approaching that would not work. How would a wifey take said children to pick out a gift for their daddy if we did not actually go to the store where they sell the items requested by the daddy? Don't say internet shopping that would only work at night when Mark might get noisy to see what I was doing online or at naptime when I really need to clean the messes of the day.
So we went to JCPenneys. One escalator was undergoing service. I was happy about this as it would mean that Ryan wouldn't again scrap his leg tripping as we got on. Sean has a habit of stopping and crying and then catching up. I used to go get him and he'd slump to the ground and have to be dragged across the floor. So what works (until yesterday) is to continue on our way and he runs back into position when he gets I'm not coming for him.
Some busybody decided the squawking Seany was not lost and just going super slowly for attention. So she grabbed him by the hand and took him to jewelry. I hear over the loud speaker "Will the mother of a small child please go to any customer service desk and call the operator?"
As the only mother with truly small children (almost 3 and still wearing 18 to 24 month stuff) I knew who it was and what had happened. I called the operator. I asked, "Is it a boy with short possibly scalped blonde hair, greenish eyes, white tank top, orange short, blue & red crocs who answers to Seany?"
"Yes. We've brought him to the office."
"Ok, I'll be there in a minute. I have the twin with me to it will take a bit of time." Really, I was going to finish downstairs before I herded everyone back upstairs to grab Seany and then head back downstairs to finish looking at the items we wanted to get for Daddy.
We made our way up to the office. Ryan stopped to admire some toys and gadgets and jogged ahead to keep up. Seany was very grateful to see me. We paid and as we were headed out, busybody said, "Oh there's another one. You have twins. He was lost."
"He was NOT lost. He was just moving very slowly."
"Well, if he was my child, I would never..."
I cut her off, "Well, he's not your child, he's mine and we're fine."
At any rate, Seany agreed to hold my hand and stayed right with me for the duration.
Proof again, that I have to plan out shopping. I don't have the luxury of just stopping in as we drive by to tick that errand of the list. I have to make sure we have the stroller first if no hubby is around.
So we went to JCPenneys. One escalator was undergoing service. I was happy about this as it would mean that Ryan wouldn't again scrap his leg tripping as we got on. Sean has a habit of stopping and crying and then catching up. I used to go get him and he'd slump to the ground and have to be dragged across the floor. So what works (until yesterday) is to continue on our way and he runs back into position when he gets I'm not coming for him.
Some busybody decided the squawking Seany was not lost and just going super slowly for attention. So she grabbed him by the hand and took him to jewelry. I hear over the loud speaker "Will the mother of a small child please go to any customer service desk and call the operator?"
As the only mother with truly small children (almost 3 and still wearing 18 to 24 month stuff) I knew who it was and what had happened. I called the operator. I asked, "Is it a boy with short possibly scalped blonde hair, greenish eyes, white tank top, orange short, blue & red crocs who answers to Seany?"
"Yes. We've brought him to the office."
"Ok, I'll be there in a minute. I have the twin with me to it will take a bit of time." Really, I was going to finish downstairs before I herded everyone back upstairs to grab Seany and then head back downstairs to finish looking at the items we wanted to get for Daddy.
We made our way up to the office. Ryan stopped to admire some toys and gadgets and jogged ahead to keep up. Seany was very grateful to see me. We paid and as we were headed out, busybody said, "Oh there's another one. You have twins. He was lost."
"He was NOT lost. He was just moving very slowly."
"Well, if he was my child, I would never..."
I cut her off, "Well, he's not your child, he's mine and we're fine."
At any rate, Seany agreed to hold my hand and stayed right with me for the duration.
Proof again, that I have to plan out shopping. I don't have the luxury of just stopping in as we drive by to tick that errand of the list. I have to make sure we have the stroller first if no hubby is around.
Clarification
Although the twix are very behind in speech and language, they are not retarded, autistic, or in any other way mentally affected.
Sean and Ryan excel at other things. At age 2 they can jump two footed in the air -- a feat not to be reached until 3 to 3 and a half. At age 2 they can climb straight up, sideways and probably upside down (if it occurred to them to try). In their gross motor skills they are at the top of their class or age group. They can do things Alex struggled with until 5 years old and Andrew is just learning to attempt now at 4 and a half.
They're not stupid, they are average twix dealing with typical twix delays and behavioral issues. Most twix are difficult to discipline because they are delayed in speech and language and more easily frustrated. I'm not dealing with anything unusual unless you consider Ryan needing anger management at age 2 unusual.
Sean and Ryan excel at other things. At age 2 they can jump two footed in the air -- a feat not to be reached until 3 to 3 and a half. At age 2 they can climb straight up, sideways and probably upside down (if it occurred to them to try). In their gross motor skills they are at the top of their class or age group. They can do things Alex struggled with until 5 years old and Andrew is just learning to attempt now at 4 and a half.
They're not stupid, they are average twix dealing with typical twix delays and behavioral issues. Most twix are difficult to discipline because they are delayed in speech and language and more easily frustrated. I'm not dealing with anything unusual unless you consider Ryan needing anger management at age 2 unusual.
Saturday, June 07, 2008
3 & 4 out of 100
When you have kids with developmental/physical/mental delays, the agencies that help them have to throw them into a statical formula to see if they qualify for services and how much help the tike needs.
Having just moved, we went through all this again. So the twix are very delayed in speech. We all know this. No surprise. Get ready to be surprised.
After an hour evaluation, Ryan scored in the 3rd percentile and Sean in the 4th. That mean out of 100 kids -- 96 kids talk, understand, etc better than them. That means that of the 3 kids below Seany 1 is his own twin. That means that there are only 2 kids saying and getting less than my twix. The poor mom of that pair of twix has my sympathies. ;-)
Having just moved, we went through all this again. So the twix are very delayed in speech. We all know this. No surprise. Get ready to be surprised.
After an hour evaluation, Ryan scored in the 3rd percentile and Sean in the 4th. That mean out of 100 kids -- 96 kids talk, understand, etc better than them. That means that of the 3 kids below Seany 1 is his own twin. That means that there are only 2 kids saying and getting less than my twix. The poor mom of that pair of twix has my sympathies. ;-)
Monday, June 02, 2008
No clothes
We went for a family walk last night along a secluded service road near our home. Walking toward us was a 13/14 year old girl in her bikini. When she finally passed us, we said, "Hello." She responded in kind.
Andrew said, "Guys look at that girl, she doesn't have any clothes."
Andrew said, "Guys look at that girl, she doesn't have any clothes."
Screaming Seany
So, Friday night around midnight, Mark's cousin and cousin's friend showed up to crash at our house. They were attending the Super Bike races in Tooele.
About 1 am, just as they fall asleep, Seany comes out of his room and sees them lying on the floor of the front room. "AHHHHHH! AHH! AHH! AHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
On and on it went until Mark processed it all and settled him back down.
About 1 am, just as they fall asleep, Seany comes out of his room and sees them lying on the floor of the front room. "AHHHHHH! AHH! AHH! AHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
On and on it went until Mark processed it all and settled him back down.
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