Rowan and Evelyn had their first dance recital.  It was a tap dance to the Chattanooga Choo Choo. 

 This is a picture walking into the auditorium.  They don't have their tap shoes on yet, or their white gloves.

They worked on their routine for quite some time, yet I think the real performance is getting a bunch of 4 year olds to stand on a stage in front of loads of people.  None of the girls remembered the dance beyond a few kicks, or key waves, but the audience adored them all the same.  Who doesn't adore a small child in a tutu? 

 They both loved dancing in the recital.  Evelyn talked about wanting to take more dance classes, but Rowan said she would rather take gymnastics. 

I had the privilege of being a backstage dance mom for the performance, so I got to help the girls make sure their shoes were on, everyone was in line, and help entertain them before the performance.  As a result I got to sit on the front row of the audience during the performance. 


We bought them new dance bags and three roses each for their performance.  The school gave all the children little trophies at the end of the performance that said, "first performance" on the bottom.  Apparently trophies are the new thing in the dance world.  Why dance for the love of dancing when you can compete?  The girls were really proud of their trophies though.  They had to show all the neighbors when we got home and then they put them on the shelf next to my dad's old boxing trophies.  I think he would have gotten a kick out of that.

Kiddie Acres

I took the girls to this place called Kiddie Acres. It's a 1970's amusement park for kids under 6. The park itself consists of 5 old carnival rides that are still running only because of how simple their construction is. "Acres" is a bit of an overstatement too. The entire park is maybe a quarter of an acre, but perhaps "Kiddie Quarter of an Acre" isn't very catchy.

In addition to the rides, there's a little train and a couple of furry old ponies that will take the kids for a slow bridle-led walk around a worn path. Both girls were very excited to ride the pony and insisted on riding the larger of the two.

We met up with my friend Lisa and her little boy Sammy. He's younger than the girls, but enjoyed it all just as much. I believe their favorite ride was the Ferris wheel that had little cages that could sit two or three children in each one. I think our second floor balcony is higher than the top of the Ferris wheel and it circles around in a slow smooth motion. Each time it reached the bottom Rowan would say, "hello mommy," to me as I was standing at the gate, and as it passed upward she would say, "goodbye mommy," and giggle.






The girls had a great time at Kiddie Acres. And I imagine that for a 3 year old, it was pretty grand. They had a soft carnival tune playing and teenagers operated all of the rides in between talking to each other. Evelyn and Rowan rode every ride together. The park was small enough they could have chosen different rides, but as soon as they finished one they were in agreement on the next ride to go on. They are so funny that way. They sat together on every ride except for the airplanes and the cars. You can see Rowan's stuffed animal pig is her co-pilot. Rowan had to have a purple car and Evelyn chose the yellow. Evelyn wanted everything to be yellow today.

I enjoyed the park too, yet for some reason it made me really miss my dad. His birthday is in February so he's been on my mind, and combined with the old 70s rides, I kept thinking of myself as a child. I remember rides just like these. I know I have a picture somewhere of my sister and I in a boat that is just like the one with Evelyn and Rowan. Except, the one I remember had a bell you could ring right on the top of the boat. I would ring it the whole ride, even after my arm got tired. That was the whole point of the ride, I am sure. So often when I saw my dad he took me to fun little places to play, like the zoo or the park.

Those were good times that mean a lot to me now. I think you can't fully understand how important those memories are until you're older and your brain has filled up with a lot of memories you'd rather not have. It's funny how something so simple can be so valuable.

I hope the girls will one day look back and remember all the fun we have had and how much we have loved them.

Sisters

I was in the car the other day with my friend Pete and the girls. They were singing some sweet melodic song. Pete said, "Listen to them, isn't that beautiful." I hadn't been paying attention to the song, so I really listened to them. Evelyn was singing, "Sometimes...I no like you...Sometimes, I want to be alone..." then Rowan would begin her duet in a slightly higher tone, "Sometimes, I no like youuu...Sometimes I want to be alone."

It was so hilarious. These two sweet little voices, like angels and they're talking about how sick of each other they are. Yet, to their credit, the duet was a joint effort.

As twins, they are always together and always have been. There has never been a moment in which one existed without the other. At least not for very long. It's not quite this way with singletons, even those born very close together. The mother of a twin gazes lovingly at her newborn and then turns her gaze to look at the other. This is a constant, repeating occurrence.

It's not to say they don't want to be together. They are extremely attached and are very upset when they are a part. They play really well together too and already understand the value in joining forces. It's not uncommon to hear things like, "We don't like that, right Rowan." And after spending all day in school together, on the playground together, in ballet and swim lesson, and in the same room together, you can understand they'd periodically need "time alone."

After witnessing a few brawls that could put any saloon room brawl to shame, we began encouraging them to vocalize, "I need to be alone." And when I see they are getting on each others nerves, I try to find an activity they can each do on their own in separate rooms. It seems at this age, a puzzle or a game and they're ready to play again.

They spend hours playing barbie or dolls. If one wakes up early then she'll be sure to wake up the other. And there are moments of extreme kindness that is almost odd for a kid this age. For example, the other day Rowan wanted purple pants and Evelyn was already wearing them. I was telling Rowan she had to pick something else, when without even asking her, Evelyn took her pants off and gave them to Rowan.

And Rowan does this kind of thing too. At the Botanical Gardens yesterday, Rowan recognized that Evelyn was really tired and pushed her doll stroller for her to the car. There was no communication, she just did it and she didn't look for a thank you or a "pay you back." She just knew to take over because Evey needed her to.

Their preschool teacher separated them the other day in class and put one twin in a different classroom. "How'd that go?" "Not good." Yeah, I could have told her that. She said they cried the whole time and just missed each other too much

I know a lot of parents of twins worry about their twins becoming individuals. Separating classes is one step many parents make. But I am glad they have each other. I think at this age, they really need the comfort of the other. There may be a time later on to separate classes, or bedrooms, or whatever. But not now.

And more than that, I hope that they are able to maintain love for one another. I think of how much my own sister has meant to my life and I can only wish the same for them.

It's Christmas Already!

It's Christmas time already. What has happened to the past six months? I guess the old adage that time flies when you're having fun is true, but it also flies when you work a full time job and have two incredibly adorable twins, a great husband and awesome friends who love to have a good time. So here's what's been going on..

Lately, everything is all Christmas. The girls are very into Santa Claus this year and all things Christmas. They even put up their own little tree. Rowan has been singing Christmas carols. Her favorite is, "Rowan the Red Nosed Reindeer."

She is really one of the funniest kids I've seen. We went to cut down a Christmas tree at the Elgin Christmas Tree Farm. As we were walking through the trees, Andre and I were saying, "how about this tree..." "how about this one.." Rowan was walking behind us and said, "how about this tree?" I turned and looked, she was pointing to a tree stump! So funny. And she knows she's funny and loves to make people laugh. So if you laugh she'll repeat the joke--whether she said it or Evelyn did.

Andre's mom, Carmen, is joining us this year for Christmas. The girls so adore their Abuelita and have had a great time with her.

My last post was in June, so let's begin with July. Andre turned 36. We had a very tame birthday party at one of his favorite restaurants. The girls also got their first hair cut that month. We kept Evelyn's hair long, but a couple of months later she cut it herself--quite short.

Rowan came running down the stairs saying, "Evey's cutting her hair! Evey's cutting her hair!" I ran upstairs and Evey was no where to be found, but piles of hair were on the ground. I found her hiding in the closet. She said she, "wanted a change." So she now has a really cute little bob.


In August, I became Of Counsel for another attorney who has been in practice for many years. It was a huge career move and I have been so happy working there. I now have staff to help me with my practice, a mentor, an incredible business manager, and some really good friends.

We also went to the circus. Which the girls, of course, loved. Evelyn is very fond of elephants, and Rowan still adores the white tigers. They agree though that cotton candy should be eaten every chance they get.







In September we went on a cruise with my mom and her longtime friend, Sue. We went to Jamaica, Cozumel and the Grand Caymans.

We went to the beach in Jamaica with my mom. Saw turtles, turtles, and more turtles in the Grand Cayman and swam with Manta Rays.


While in Cozumel we signed up for a "Dolphin Encounter." You can touch the dolphin, let it kiss your cheek, and shake hands. After our encounter we explored the national park, swam in the pools, and went to see the Sea Lion show. Our tour guide approached us and asked if we'd be willing to take some promotional pictures for an excursion they were putting together for the Disney Cruises. Of course we would! So the girls were able to ride on the dolphins, get pushed on a boogie board, and truly interact with them. The photographer said they got some great pictures we were given copies of all of them.


In October, we took a trip to South Padre Island for a bagpipe training/ playing event. All of the people in the band and their families went. It was a lot of fun. Andre left a few days early to drive down with some other band mates, so the girls and I flew. It was my first time flying with both kids by myself. But it was a short trip and everything went great.

We also had our first annual Halloween party. The girls invited all of their friends from school and friends they know outside of school too. We had an outdoor film projector showing Charlie Brown's The Great Pumpkin. Rowan dressed as Belle and Evelyn was Tangled. Since cutting her hair she is very intrigued by long hair. Andre and I went as Morticia and Gomez Addams. The party was a great success and it was so fun to have a little kid party that is not a birthday party, there are no presents, no "special kid." Just a bunch of people wearing costumes, eating candy, and having fun. Everyone loved it and it ended early enough for Andre and I to then go to an adult Christmas party.

Evelyn was very insistent that we invite "Daniel" to her party. Daniel is a cute, little three year old with a bowl haircut. I placed the invitations in each child's cubby, but Evelyn had to personally hand Daniel's invitation to him, told him to open it, and then getting very close to his face said, "it's for my party." All she could talk about leading up to the party was Daniel, so I was happy that his mom called to say they were coming. And he did come. He dressed as a transformer and played with her toy kitchen half the time.

At the end of the night I said to Evelyn, "Well, it was a great party, all of your friends came, and we had a good time." Evelyn said, "But not Daniel!" "Evey he did come, he was here." "Whaaa!, I no see him!" Ha! Such is life, eh? Anyhow, she hasn't mentioned him in a long time now, so I guess she's moved on.

In November, Andre and I took our first kid-free trip. We went to New York to visit my friend Swan. It was so much fun. She lives right in the middle of Manhattan in a gorgeous apartment. And another close friend, Christina flew in to meet us. We did so much, but I think my favorite thing was riding bicycles around the city. New York is the perfect place for a bike. The streets are flat, the cars are at a standstill, and everything is within biking distance. Honestly, I think it's faster on a bike than a cab. It was so nice to see my friend too. The good thing about having friends who live in cool places is that you get to visit cool places, the bad thing is that you miss them the rest of the year and can never visit everyone every time.

So that brings us back to December. Have I forgotten anything? Somewhere along the way we realized one of our chickens was a rooster, Andre built a chicken coop that looks like the Dr. Who Tardis, we repainted the house, we went to Dallas, and San Antonio for conferences, saw the Book of Mormon, the Addams Family with Brooke Shields, the Moth live at the paramount, went on the Polar Express in Grapevine, Andre was in two or three parades (I forget), the girls had ballet lessons, swim lessons, I started swim lessons and we went to the Serengeti Resort with the Connell's. No wonder I'm exhausted!

I think the biggest thing though is how much the girls have grown. They play together every day. They wake up and get out their barbies and their dolls and just play. They are such a joy and this time with them is going quick. I miss my dad and wish he was here to see them growing up. He would have loved to see them at this age.

Looking forward to another year of fun. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Peter Pan Mini Golf & the Cousins

I took the girls to play mini golf this weekend. I was a bit worried that they would be way too young for it.

Then I remembered that it doesn't really matter if they can truly "play" mini golf. The point of it is to just have fun and they had a great time. They weren't that great at actually putting. I'd say it was closer to shuffle board, with the girls pushing the ball with the putter and occasionally just picking it up and putting it in the hole. Needless to say, we had a great time.



I also took some great pictures of the girls handstands against the door. They did this on their own, and wow, were we impressed. I can't believe the upper body strength they have. I guess all children are like this, but so few adults.







On Sunday we met up with Tia Ivette, Isabella, and Austin before Isabella went to church camp. Oh, I remember how great church camp was as a kid. Little Austin was so sad to be without his sister for a week. If I have ever seen something more endearing, I don't know what it was. Such a great kid. They both are. The cousins are getting so big too. Its hard to imagine that Isabella was the age of the girls when I met her. Time is speeding by.

Swim Lessons

I was so worried about the girls going to their first swim lesson. The instructor told us that it would be best for the girls to be at the lesson without us. Children do better without their parents hovering over them? How could that possibly be true?

Afterwards, Evelyn beaming with a huge grin said, "I swam all by myself." They learned to float like jellyfish, swim under the water, and kick. They'll continue taking the lessons every Saturday. Perhaps indefinitely.

For Andre, teaching the girls to swim is on his list of things the girls must know how to do for basic survival skills and we will fail them as parents if they don't know basic survival skills. I'm not sure how long the list is, but I think being able to wrestle a tiger was somewhere on it.

I like being able to put the girls into different lessons. I remember as a kid it was always difficult for our family to come up with the funds for extracurricular activities. We did a few things now and then, but not like our kids are doing. I vaguely recall my father saying boldly, "best way to get yer kid to learn how to swim is to throw 'em in." Which would explain why I still tend to doggy paddle and dislike going underwater.

I think its important for children to have actual lessons (as opposed to the "throw them in" technique). For one, to do something as a child, even for a short period of time, appears to have a long term impact on your ability to pick it up again as an adult. For example, Andre took tennis lessons as a kid and his ability to pick up other similar sports is great. Even if you don't use the skill later in life, you have still learned to think a different way.

I also believe that is important for children to have something they enjoy doing. Something that gives meaning to their lives. Gives them something to be proud of and something to work for.

Easter

Last night the girls set out their Easter baskets at the bottom of their beds. When we went to check on them they were both sleeping on the floor. Perhaps they thought they'd catch the Easter Bunny. Evelyn woke up first, saw her basket filled with candy and little toys and said, "It's Easter day, wake up Rowan! The bunny! The bunny was here!"

Almost every morning this week either Evelyn or Rowan has asked me if it was Easter morning. They've been anticipating the Easter Bunny, singing songs about him, and talking about the candy they believed they'd get. I tried to add practical things to their baskets too since they're too young to not think of everything as a gift. So they got new swimsuits and panties as well.

We sat on their bedroom floor with them, trying to prevent them from stuffing chocolate with the aluminum wrapper in their mouths, and opening various toys.

This is what I wanted for them and I wanted them to have memories of Easter being a fun time with their family. I remember being a child and waking up with my sister to find our Easter baskets waiting for us. Easter was always a beautiful time in our lives.

I believe that it is really important for them to grow up with joy in their hearts. To know how to play and laugh and have fun. Their lives will not always be perfect; everyone has hard times. But if they have a foundation of happiness then I think it will be easier for them to find it as adults. Maybe they'll know what to look for. Or maybe how to create happiness for themselves. And its great for us too. Sharing such fun times with them is my happiness.

After baskets the girls got ready and put on their new Easter dresses. They love wearing anything big and poofy and girly.

We had time to talk to family members on the phone and through Skype before I took the girls to church for Easter service. To be honest, we're not regular church goers. I think this became apparent when everyone closed their eyes for a prayer and Evelyn said, "they go night-night?" "No honey, they're not sleeping, they're praying."

But I do enjoy church on Easter. It struck me how Easter is one of those times in which you can pretty much guarantee what the sermon is going to be about. The minister will talk about the resurrection and work in a sort of "life renewing" kind of theme. And it occurred to me how difficult it must be to have to speak about the same subject every year and yet somehow make it slightly different than last year, but not too different. Easter is definitely not the day for exploring some obscure part of the bible.

The girls wanted to sit in the main church, but after they felt the need to dance and twirl during the first song, I thought it might be best to take them to Sunday school.

Unfortunately, Andre had to work, so we sort of had two Easters. We decorated eggs, cracked cascarones (confetti eggs) and broke a pinata on Saturday. Then today we did it all over again at my sister's house. The girls each had their own pinata and I bought 100 confetti eggs, so that worked out well.

We were also able to swim in the pool for the first time this year. I am really looking forward to the girls taking swimming lessons. I think they are going to really love it.

For some reason, Easter dinner with my family always means ham. You know, the little chicks, the lambs, the rabbits, they're all appreciated over the holiday--but the pig?...oh no, poor little piggy he's sitting on the table. It seems unfair. Yummy, but unfair.

So, that was Easter this year.





This is not Easter, but it was a more entertaining video than kids hitting a pinata. This video is from last weekend when we went to the local zoo.

Rowan and Evelyn feeding goats from Leigh on Vimeo.

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Happy Birthday: Babies turning 3

We celebrated the girls third birthday this Sunday. It was the first birthday that they were able to make some of the decisions--shall we say, it was their first party-planning experience. They chose the ever popular, "My Little Pony Theme," and went with a guest list of fellow classmates. Their colors were pink and purple (of course they were). Evelyn decided on a confetti birthday cake (white with sprinkles), while Rowan (reluctantly) decided on strawberry flavored. They both wanted to wear matching Hello Kitty pink tutu dresses for their party.

Of course the most important decision is always location. The twins agreed that the party should take place at "Hoppin' House," their favorite inflatable playground. So for the past three months anytime we went to Hoppin' House they reminded us that their birthday should take place there.

It was fun watching the girls with some of their little friends. Mary, from across the street, came too. She and Evelyn are pretty good friends. Here is a picture of the two of them together. Evelyn can't say, "Mary," so she calls her "Mitsy" instead. Rowan likes Mary and will play with her, but Evelyn adores her. She'll throw a big fit if she sees Mary playing outside and we won't let her go out and play too. They are just about the same age. I think the girls are a few months older, but not by much. Mary has an older brother named Jack who also came to the party. They're both great kids.

We invited all the kids in their class, because you can't invite some kids and not invite all of the kids. Unfortunately none of the classmates RSVP'd so we had no idea how many kids were coming and since it was at a location and not our house we couldn't invite very many other kids. A few of their really good friends from school came though and they had a great time playing together.

For their presents from us, the girls both got new bicycles. Their first "real bikes." The little kid bikes nowadays are really cute. Evelyn's has a little miniature seat in the back to put a doll or stuffed animal. Rowan's has a basket and bell. We let the girls pick them out themselves.

Apparently, I had some misconceptions about teaching a child to ride a bike. You always see the stereotypical scene of a parent running with the kid and then triumphantly letting go as the kid sails down the street. They fail to show that leading up to that is a lot of bending over, back breaking, as you try to show the child to "peddle, peddle, peddle." Ugh, parenting is so bad for the back and there's just no easy way around it.

Nevertheless, the girls seem to have it down now and can consistently peddle--mostly without any help. They even managed to purposefully run into each other a few times. They also had their first race. They've come a long way since the days when we would put them on the floor and see who could crawl faster. The baby races...ah, those were good days too.


Its so much fun to see each new step. As I was watching Rowan take off on her bike I couldn't help but think about her learning to stand. She was so determined. She would push up and then keep trying over and over again. Then one day she was standing just like nothing. Then she was walking, then running. Now she can skip and hop and jump and twirl. Each new stage is such a big accomplishment. As the parent, you see them pushing themselves to do it and you think, "come on kid, you can do it," and you hope that you're right. Then they do and they are on to the next step. Today it's a bike, tomorrow a car.

Rowan almost 3

Rowan is almost three now, but if you ask her she'll tell you that she's turning four.

She is a funny child and constantly has us laughing. She makes little jokes that are so funny and then she laughs hysterically at her own joke. She likes to knock on the door and say, "little pig, little pig, let me in," and I'll tell her, "not by the hair of my chinny chin chin." So she starts trying to blow down the door. Sometimes she wants to be the little pig and she'll tell me to play "big bad wolf" with her.

She has still maintained her love of animals. Tonight she said, "Ro ro will be a doctor for animals and Evey will be a doctor for people." Evelyn then said, "yeah, I'll give them shots." Rowan will always choose to carry around a stuffed animal rather than a doll. Her "favorite" varies day to day. She also loves cats, which she calls "meows," and has been asking me to get her one.

She's a smart girl. She likes to read, to sing songs, and to color. Speaking wise, the girls still have a baby-ness to their speech. I have heard them speaking to each other in a sort of odd twin language and I think they are actually dropping the consonants of the words. It sounds like gibberish, but they are talking back and forth so fluidly that it must make sense to them. Yet, when we read stories at night I've had both of them repeat words and read along with me, and then they sound much clearer. So perhaps they will grow out of it.

Rowan is tall too. She has long legs and can wear a size 4 in some clothes and her feet are a full size larger than Evelyn's. Although, she seems about the same size as her friends at school.

When she was born, she was so strong physically that we believed she would turn out to be the roller derby girl or the tomboy out of the two. Oh, were we wrong. Rowan is sensitive and sweet. She gets scared easily and she's cautious at times. Evelyn will get into a bad mood and say, "I don't like Rowan," and it always makes Rowan cry. I can't recall ever hearing Rowan say that. Evelyn doesn't mean it, she can just be ornery at times. The girls are both very bonded to each other.

Rowan loves to wear dresses, and anything pink and fluffy. Thanks to the girls, I now know that tutus go with anything for any occasion, fancy dresses are for any time, and tiaras, bows, and other accessories should be not be worn in moderation. Our home is filled with pink and purple. Disney princess is on every item from the toothpaste in the bathroom, to the band-aids on their boo boos. Rowan's favorite princess is Snow White and so if she has an option for which princess, then it simply must be Snow White.

Rowan is still our night owl. She doesn't like to go to bed at night or wake up early in the morning. Sometimes she'll wake up in the middle of the night and cry and we'll let her sleep in our bed the rest of the night. Last night was just such an evening and this morning Rowan said she went wahh, wahh (a cry) last night and got to sleep in mommy's bed--like it was all planned out. Andre said we'd been duped, but I don't care. She's nice to cuddle up next to.

She really adores Andre too. She misses him so much when he's gone and she'll ask me, "where my daddy go?" I'll say, "he's at work." If she is sick or unhappy then he's the one she wants to comfort her. She says that she belongs to Daddy, but I think he belongs to her as well. She is a daddy's girl.

Rowan is a beautiful child. I love her so much.

The holidays

Today marked a new stage for the girls and for us. This afternoon we all went to the movies! I haven't sat in a real theater with the girls since they were small enough to sleep the whole way through.

I have to admit, I was a bit hesitant. Is 2 1/2 really old enough to sit through an entire movie? Will they start talking? Want to run around? Annoy other people? All of these worries...and for nothing. They were great.

We took them to see Tangled, the new Disney Rapunzel film. I'm normally opposed to the way Disney changes the original story. I'm probably one of the few people who think The Little Mermaid should have followed Hans Christian Anderson's version right down to her little mermaid death at the end. Yet I really liked Tangled. I found it more interesting than the original story without losing the fairytale quality.

The girls seemed so grown up today. I know, I know, they're still only 2; but there is something that is very untoddler-like about your child sitting quietly except for the occasional whisper of "more popcorn."

Now, let me tell you about Christmas this year. Christmas, as you can imagine, was a great success. Rowan woke up at 7:30 and crawled into bed with us. As soon as she figured out it was Christmas morning...aka, day of toys, her next thought was, 'Evey needs to wake up.'

Once everyone was up, we all went downstairs. Christmas is so incredible with children. Their excitement is overflowing. They love each toy so fully, so completely, and then it's onto the next gift to unwrap. Green and red paper littered the floor.

Evelyn loved her doll the most. Her "baby." She doesn't have a name, just "baby." I thought she would replace the old doll with this new one, but instead she just carries them both around with her. She looks like me carrying the twins when they were babies, one under each arm.

Rowan's favorite gift has been a barbie "Belle" from Disney's Beauty and the Beast and a plastic horse that came with her. Evelyn got a plastic horse at the circus, and so now Rowan has one too. She still seems more connected to animals, whereas Evelyn is to people.

They also loved these little key chain flashlights I put in their stockings. They were given to me from a local business, you know just business swag with the company name. Both girls thought they were the most awesome toys. Evelyn has been inspecting everything in the house with those little flashlights. She's a little detective.

A friend of mine was commenting on her children this time of year and said that Christmas magic takes a lot of work. There's some truth in that. I had some old home movies converted into DVD format recently and among them was "Christmas 1979." Its just this grainy Super 8 film without any sound and only about 10 minutes long, but I realized that is my idea of what Christmas should be and certainly what my childhood Christmases were. It is the gold standard. Laura and I opening gifts at my grandparents. The handmade stockings hung on the mantle. My aunts and uncles coming over. My grandparents were youthful and healthy. Everything was there just as I remembered it to be. Even their old collie waging her tail by the door.

It is kind of sad that that time is gone now. As a child you think that every year will be as every year has always been, but it isn't so. Little bit, by little bit, it all changes until nothing is the way it once was.

Most adults know this. The impermanence of all things. They give "thanks" because good times are not sure things. And they realize the work that goes into Christmas magic for little children. I hope the girls will look back on these times with fond memories and I hope that as the times change we will remember how beautiful it was when they were small enough to wake up on Christmas morning in our home and open toys and dolls and other childhood things while we drank coffee and laughed.

Santa

Rowan and Evelyn are really into everything Santa this year. Every Santa image is quickly pointed out and identified as their item of interest. "Look, Santa!" they'll say. They know all about Santa too. You can even ask Rowan, "What does Santa say?" And she'll answer in her deepest voice, "Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas little Ro Ro and Evey."

One afternoon, when Rowan was particularly interested in Santa, I asked her:
"Do you like Santa?"
"Oh yes," she said.
"And does Santa bring you presents."
"Yes."
"Do you want to see Santa."
"Yes."
"Are you going to sit on his lap and tell him what to bring you for Christmas?"
"No! he scares me!"

Ha, it was so funny that something she is so incredibly intrigued and in awe of, also scares her. Which I think is to be expected with all young children. I mean, afterall, why should they think its okay to sit on some strangers lap and ask for presents?

Evelyn is the same way. We took them to the Firefighter Union Hall for the annual Santa with kids. This Santa we know, but to the kids: he's Santa and he's in full costume. Well, Evelyn mustered up enough courage to stand at a distance and say, "May I please have a doll." Although, coming from a two year old its not quite that clear. I think her actual words were, "May I. Please. Doll." It was very cute.

Baby Sweetness

The girls have been so sweet lately. Yesterday morning Evelyn crawled into bed with us, Rowan was sleeping snuggled between Andre and myself, having crawled into our bed sometime during the night. Evelyn looked at her and said, "I love my Ro-Ro," then she gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek.

They've been talking a lot more too. Using full, coherent sentences. While looking through the Pottery Barn catalog the other day, Rowan pointed to a picture of a little girl with curly hair and said, "That look like eww, Evey." She was right, it did look just like Evey.


They have their own opinions too--about everything. For Halloween this year, Rowan picked out an Elmo costume to wear. We took the girls trick or treating and when the homeowner opened the door, Rowan would proudly say, "I'm Elmo."

Evelyn decided she wanted to be a pink Pegasus/unicorn. She picked the costume out of a magazine and we ordered the last one in the largest size available. It was adorable, but too small. Her Mimi (grandmother) deconstructed it and made a new pink bodysuit. She was very cute. Unfortunately, it was hard to see the top of the head of the unicorn and so people continually commented that she was a very cute "fying pig."




Of course in our family, one costume is never enough. So the girls also had Disney princess costumes. Rowan picked Snow White--her favorite character who she calls, "High Ho." And Evelyn picked Cinderella--her favorite who she calls "Princess." Its amazing how much more detailed costumes are nowadays compared to what they looked like when I was a kid. The girls Disney princess dresses were beautiful. Granted, we'll never be able to get all the glitter out of the house, but they are beautiful.





Interest-wise, Evelyn still appears to be most drawn to music. My dear friend, Janet, gave us her piano that I remembered playing as a child. Evelyn will sit at the piano and her playing around actually sounds melodic. She can keep a beat too.




Rowan's love is animals. She feeds the dogs, plays with them, orders them around, and on several occasions I have found our new dog, Murphy, sleeping at the end of her bed. Oh and "Daddy." Rowan is a total Daddy's Girl. She'll say, "Evey belongs to Mommy and Ro Ro belongs to Daddy."

The Beach

I remember the first time I went to the beach. I was eleven. I wanted to run out into the waves like a movie star. The sand and the waves got in the way and I ended up fumbling my way to the water.

I would spend the next 5 years in a beach town and return again in my late teens. Long enough to create many new memories of the beach. It is a place that is different at different times in your life. Now, I sit on the beach and I listen to the soothing sound of the waves crashing and I feel the breeze blow. I tell myself to let go of all my stress and worries and relax for a change. I watch my babies play in the sand.

The beach wasn't always this way. There was time it was quite the party place. I remember cars lined all the way down and all the pretty girls walked slowly down the beach talking to the surfer boys and drinking whatever mixed concoction they had with them. I miss the ability to wear those swim suits, but that's about it. There is a time and place for everything.

The babies loved the beach. They ran into the water and then back onto the shore, laughing and screaming. Rowan would spot a group of sea gulls and walk ever so slowly up to them until she got really close and then she'd run and scream and they'd all fly away at once.


The beach wasn't the only bit of fun we had. Andre's mom is in town from Bolivia. The girls ran to her as if no time had passed. I tell you, they can spot a person ready to spoil them. Truly, they adore their Abuelita.

We were also able to celebrate Ivette, Isabella, and Little Austin's birthday. Isabella and Austin have grown so fast its amazing. They are wonderful children and are becoming more beautiful and sweet every year.

Ivette is doing really great too. She has inspired me to work out. Unfortunately, it only lasted one trip to the gym. Perhaps Thanksgiving will refresh my resolve to get in shape. Ivette and Austin are always fun to be around. We stayed up late laughing and talking. We even saw Moon too.

The Twins 1st Camping Trip

I grew up knowing that the land would one day belong to me. This huge stretch of wilderness. I remember hunting for arrowheads as a kid there. The Keechi Indians left a fair share behind. I remember the old windmill and the well that never went dry.

My grandmother told my father he should buy it. "Land--God isn't making any more of it," she would say. So he did. The best investment he ever made. They lived on some land nearby a long time ago. He inherited the other part from my grandfather. I heard a story that my grandmother had acquired some land through adverse possession; although I'm not sure which land that is.

I try to picture Old Juantia (as my dad would call her) boiling a pot of water to wash clothes out there. "She thought the washing machine was the greatest invention in the history of mankind," my dad said. The house they lived in is just a chimney now. I try to imagine her living there with her kids. No wonder she was such a tough woman.

"The land," was always a source of conversation for my dad and I. "Have you been out to the land?" "How's the land doing?" Along with various tales of wild animals, mineral leases, hunters, and other land-related topics. When I told him I'd never sell it and would leave it to my children, his eyes filled up with tears and he hugged me and said how much he loved me. I meant it too. I love it as much as he did.

So it was with great joy that we took the girls on their first camping experience to the land. There are two parcels roughly the same size. One will belong to Rowan. It is Rowan's Ranch. The other will be Evelyn's Ranch.

Rowan was so excited. She kept repeating, "Ro-ro's Ranch." Then turning to Evelyn and saying, "Evey, No. Ro-ro's." We'd say, yes, but Evelyn has a ranch too.

Rowan's is really beautiful. At night we could hear the coyote's hallowing. At one point they seemed a little too close. All through the night I kept waking up thinking I could hear some animal right outside the tent. Was it a wild pig? A coyote? Maybe a bobcat? No one else stirred, even our dog who slept a little too soundly.

The stars were amazing out there. You could see the Milky Way so clearly. I had forgotten how brilliant they are.

The next day we drove to my father's grave. I miss him so much. I kept thinking how I'd like to tell him that we camped on the land with the girls. How I heard a pack of coyotes. How Rowan was saying its her's with such pride.

The Girls

Andre took this great picture of the girls tonight. We went out for dinner. The girls played outside on the playset and we listened to two guys playing guitar. It was a great night and the first somewhat cool night. Or rather it was the first less than blistering hot night, a pleasant 80 degrees.

They look so big in this picture with their long legs. They're almost 2 1/2 now.

Spending Time

This is me as a kid.

Replace the cocker spaniel puppies with twin girls and this is me as a mom. They are infinitely cute and huggable. They are at a delightful age too. One in which you can smother them with kisses and they giggle and kiss you back and say things like, "i luv uuuu mommie."

In my professional life, I get to work with a lot of disgruntled teenagers (and quite a few disgruntled adults), so I'm well aware that one day the girls will be like so totally cool that like they can't exactly say "I love you mom" in front of their totally awesome friends because like that's not cool, you know.

And I know that time will pass by quickly. So you just make the most of it.

At the grocery store the other day I bought some play dough for the girls. Play dough is the most cost effective toy ever. It costs maybe $2 dollars and its an endless source of fun and creativity.

Of course the girls immediately wanted to make the giant play dough ball of mixed colors. I began to say, "don't mix the colors!" and I caught myself. "Don't mix the colors"? Why not? It costs two dollars. Play dough is not a special commodity in any economy, even ours. So instead I took out fun kitchen utensils and let them mash it through garlic presses and roll it with the rolling pin and tried to not think about how it was now all mixed together and...completely ruined.

I wonder what our time would be like if I didn't work, if I was home with them all day. I miss them when I'm working and admittedly I sometimes let them stay up past their bedtime because I'm not ready to say goodnight.

Yet, the time we do spend together is really full. Maybe it wouldn't be that way if I was home all the time. Maybe taking care of them would become work, a chore that had to be done. Being in toddler-land I'd soon forget the disgruntled teenagers I once worked with and everything would be Dora, and Blues Clues, and the Wiggles. Insanity would surely follow that lineup.

Maybe we have a good balance right now. They can be independent and play with new friends and learn new things, then come home to kisses and hugs and snuggles. And I can be reminded that it will all change too fast and appreciate the time we have.

Being sick is no fun

Evelyn had the worst weekend last week. It all began when she dropped the lid of our heavy furniture trunk onto her index finger. The nurse at the hospital told us it was a toddler rite of passage, but it was nevertheless frightening. Her little finger looked deformed and immediately began to swell. Oh and she cried like I've never heard her cry before.

We met Andre at the Children's Hospital where they x-rayed her and applied a tiny splint. Turned out not to be broken, just bruised and we still had time to make it to the circus. Yes, I know normal people would have gone home after that.

To be fair, the tickets were rather expensive and bought months and months in advance so that the girls could get really good seats. And they were good seats. If the tightrope walker had fallen we would have been hurt by the fall, they were that good. Plus, leaving the hospital, she seemed in good spirits.

She loved the opening show. Rowan was so excited she was dancing in Andre's lap. Never have you seen two more wide-eyed circus goers. It is the way the circus is suppose to be watched: full of wonder and awe.

You lose that sense of wonder as you get older. I couldn't help comparing it to Cirque du Sole and prior circus shows. Was this as good? The awesome eventually becomes expected.

About half way through Evelyn fell asleep in my arms. She even slept through people being shot out of a cannon. However, she had missed her afternoon nap, plus she had been given a pain reliever for her injured finger. She awoke long enough to see the tigers, the elephants, and to buy a plastic circus horse, then she feel asleep again.

As we left she began to complain about her belly hurting. Sometime in the night she had a fever that was pushing 104 and started to vomit. We spent most of the night on the phone to the nurse and trying to make her as comfortable as possible until we could get her in to the pediatrician in the morning.

Finally, after a full week--three doctor visits, two shots, and an antibiotic prescription later, she's back to her old self. Even her finger is healed. We took the girls out for hamburgers, ice cream, and playground fun. She was having such a great time, its hard to believe she was so sick.

Now, I try not to be an overly protective parent. A "helicopter parent" as I've heard them called, who hover over their children guarding their every move. I want them to grow and experience and try new things without fear. Without my fears at least.

And I don't want to be dramatic either. A smashed finger and an illness that can be cured in a week are not big deals in the grand scheme of things. Yet tonight, watching my husband and my two daughters playing together I was overcome with the feeling that these three people are my life and really how grateful I am to be watching them play in the park tonight.