Things that make you go WHAT

Ok, this is my first attempt at blogging using my new iPad, so here's hoping it works! Might have a couple of auto corrects along the way, so be patient with me if I cease to make sense! :)

In my last post I indicated that people still ask me if the girls are identical. It's true, they do. And sometimes they stare for a while to compare to see if they can pick out any differences. It can get a little weird, or as X likes to say, AWKWARD! But this week we had the strangest encounter yet! Let me tell you about it!

We decided to make an outing of going to pick X up from school one day, so girls in stroller, M, AM, and I walk to the elementary school. Where only elementary school aged children, their parents and teachers are. I point this out to make the inappropriateness of this encounter more obvious.

As we were walking around the building to get to the door X comes out of, a mom (I assume) with a little girl in tow says, "Aww! Two little girls! You're going to have to buy lots of birth control! And pony tail holders! And polish your gun!"

Right. Here's the thing. After almost 6 months, we have ceased stopping for random strangers to adore our children. We still slow down, but no longer come to a complete stop. When said stranger turns out to be TOTALLY freaky, we speed away! So, at "aw, 2 little girls," I smiled at her, but kept walking, so "you'll have to buy lots of birth control" was called slightly louder. When a person looks at 6 month old baby girls and thinks "they're going to have sex," we RUN, so by the time she was calling for us to polish a gun she was shouting this! At the elementary school! While holding her own daughter's hand!

Also, (can there really be more?) I did not even wait until she was out of ear shot before I looked at my sister and said "Why would birth control ever be the first thought? Obviously my babies are not going to be sexually active for another 35 years." Even though she must have heard me she kept tossing these one-liners, as though to prove how funny she was. Not so much!

So let this be a lesson. Don't be inappropriately weird!

25 Things

Remember a couple of years ago when writing "notes" on facebook was all the rage? Remember the challenge to come up with 25 random things about yourself in one sitting? Well I thought I'd take my own spin on that idea and share with you 25 things that are different about my daughters. I know they are fraternal twins, but before they were born I was really freaking out about mixing them up! One of the most common questions to me still is "can you tell them apart easily?" The answer is totally "yes," and now you too will know my secrets!

I will start with some purely physical traits.

1. V is blonde and L has dark hair.
2. Their skin tones are different; V has an olive tone (like Daddy), and L is pale white!
3. They both have blue eyes, but V's stayed the bright baby blue while L's turned a dark grey/blue.
4. L's nose is more narrow than V's.
5. V has a longer face shape (like Mommy), and L's face is heart-shaped.
6. Their hairlines are different! When they were about a month old L went totally bald on top and now she is still missing some from above both eyebrows (like....shhhh).
7. L has a cleft in her chin!
8. V has dimples in her cheeks!
9. V is taller and generally bigger.
10. Even though she is smaller than her sister, L looks more like a michelin baby with her arm and leg rolls!
11. Their feet are different. V has my feet, which I didn't think were weird, but apparently our big toes are significantly larger than the rest of our toes, which are skinny and longer than most other people's toes.
12. The best physical difference? You can't see it as much now, but when they were born they each had one ear that was pointy, like an elf ear. For V is was her right ear and for L it was her left. :)

Now on to the personality, or personal choices differences.

13. V has discovered her thumb, and will not take a soother, L loves her sookie.
14. V rolls over as soon as you put her on the floor.
15. L tries to sit up no matter what. She does some fabulous crunches trying to will herself up!
16. They both have a baby-alive doll that laughs when you squeeze her belly, and I bought them both princess dolls (Rapunzel for V, and Cinderella for L) when we were in Edmonton. V loves her dolly, L loves her baby!!
17. If I am not vigilant with the hair elastic, V loves to grab fistfuls of my hair and squirm around!
18. L loves to grab my face. Mostly my lips. She may be trying to shut me up.

The last section is for special noises. Boy do my daughters ever sound different!

19. V says "Dadadadadadadadadadada." L says "Ah-daDEE ah-daDEE!"
20. When happily playing on her own, V sounds like an owl. "Whooo whooo whooo oh oh whooo."
21. You know in that Shrek movie when Snow White starts singing the Led Zepplin battle cry? That's what L sounds like when she's happy.
22. When they are not so happy they sound just as different. V has a crack in her cry where her voice suddenly goes up an octave in every breath. It makes her sound like a song bird. L just cries the "typical" cry.
23. V has a fake cough. It's been genetically passed down to her from her great grandfather who loves to play tricks. You may have heard of him? He turned 80 the other day.
24. L sings. It's so cute. She'll sing when we're walking, or she's rocking, or falling asleep.
25. V has started to squeak when she laughs. L still has the silent baby laugh. I can't wait to hear both of them LOL! :)

Quick Funny

Usually this sort of thing would end up on my "X quotes" page, but it's more of a story than a simple quote.

Last night X was having a bath, and started laughing. This is what was said:

X: Hey Mom. You know those Walter the Farting Dog books?
Me: Yeah.
X: They're funny.
Me: True.
X: You know what would be funny?
Me: What?
X: If there was a book called "Xander..." because he's real. That's me. I'm Xander.
Me: Right....?
X: The book would be called "Xander the Farting Man." Because I just farted in the tub.

My son, the comic genius.

Happy 80th!

I've been wondering over the last few days how I would re-enter the world of blogging with grace. Today lends me the perfect opportunity, as it is my grandfather's 80th birthday today! The picture above was taken in the summer of 2010 at my sister's wedding. Handsome couple, are they not? I thought I would like to share some of my memories of my grandfather, a man full of stories, pranks, and an impressive arsenal of farm animal sound effects.

I was talking to Pop on the phone the other day, and he told me that "the government" sent someone to the house to asses him since he's 80 now. This scared me. Not because I think he's old, or feeble, or feeble minded. Not at all. I worried about the tricks he would have played on this poor government official. Let me explain by example.

Back in the day, when farm trucks that were held together by baler twine were still allowed on the road, a new RCMP member was posted near the farm. Pop's truck was a green beast; large, temperamental and ugly. It was mechanically questionable enough that when the officer was driving behind the truck, he believed Pop to be intoxicated. When Pop was pulled over, he decided to have fun with the young officer! Who pretends to be drunk when pulled over?! And gets away with it?! Pop. Now, if you have ever been on a country road, you know that they are not sophisticated enough to have white painted along the side. A strip of yellow down the centre is all you get, and if you can't see how wide it is, that's your problem. The officer, obviously quoting from a memorized script asked Pop to please walk along the white line. Pop slowly turns his head from side to side and says, "Don't see the white line. They all look yeller t'me!" By the time Pop was done with him, I'm sure the officer was the more befuddled of the two. He never pulled Pop over again either, just politely nodded when The Beast meandered by.

When I asked Pop how he treated the visiting government official, he admitted that Nan had to pull him back on track when he started "giving a line of guff." Oh boy.

Recently Nan finally convinced Pop to be done with livestock. In MY lifetime they've had cows, foxes, rabbits, chickens, ducks, geese, and a collection of roosters. Oh, and cats. Can't forget the cats. They're not allowed in the house, but they get the best table scraps of any pet I've ever known. In addition to these critters, they have at times babysat donkeys, sheep, horses and anything else a neighbour may have needed to drop off. Pop is also generous to a fault. The fault is trying to give away animals to ANY child who visits. There is no need to ask parents. If a child wants an animal, he or she should have one! Kittens, bunnies, chicks, calves, whatever. Yes he did give away a cow to a kid who was in 4-H and needed one. There were always random people stopping at the farm to either admire Nan's gardens, or check out the bunnies. And by random, I mean people that not even Nan and Pop knew! It was just the place to go!

I know that with only these two examples, you'll have only a tiny idea of my Pop, but I don't know if this blog could handle all the stories! Like arriving at our house at 6am on Christmas day before any of us were even awake yet, wondering if Santa had been! His fantastic quotes like "Whoa Malippa!" referring to any vehicle he was driving, or "Right or wrong, Shirley, right or wrong?" Referring to my Nan, usually when he's sure he's right. If my scanner was out I'd show you some older pics. Maybe when there's more order to my house! :)

I hope you let me come back to blogging! I can't promise to be regular, but I promise to try to get more up here! :)

The Summerside Church of the Nazarene Rocks my Socks!

Never will I be able to fully explain to anyone how blessed I have felt this holiday season! But I'm willing to give it a whirl! There, of course, are the non-holiday related blessings; I love my husband, and he loves me in return, we have a fantastic son, and are surrounded by beautiful babies! We have a home, food to eat, a car to drive, and clothes to wear. We have an extended family that loves and supports us, we also have friends that we love like family all over the world. Every day is Christmas, every day we know that these are blessings from God.

The holidays just make everything shiny and new again. :) I love shiny things.

Our Christmas was fabulous. In our living room was the 5 of us, plus my sister, her husband, and my mom. X loved nearly everything (he did get some underwear), and the babies slept through a lot of it. We had pizza for lunch. Yes we did. We ate "junk" food all day! There is a reason! 2nd Christmas was planned for the 27th because Dad arrived late on the 26th, so we thought we'd have "Christmas dinner" then. And we did. Mmmmmm. So good.

With Dad and 2nd Christmas came shower gifts from our Church family in Summerside! In fact, I'm going to change the title of this blog right now. With these gifts, plus the gifts from Mom and Dad, Aunt and Uncle, and my 2 bothers and the wonderful ladies who (for some reason) love these bothers back East, 2nd Christmas took just as long to open as first Christmas!!! With all the confusion, paper flying, babies eating, X helping to open, cards and gifts did not necessarily stay together! So here's a thank you for all the gifts from Summerside!

The Blankets are awesome! I love tag blankets! The sleepers are totally cute and will fit very shortly! It's scary how quickly V and L are going through sizes! The diaper bags are great! My sister is impressed with the "Hello Kitty" motif. The ornaments are fantastic! I couldn't find appropriate "1st Christmas" ornaments, and I totally love these! I actually didn't even see X's "Big Brother" ornament until a couple of days ago, he is so proud of it he hung it on his door! The Willow Tree figurine will be added to our growing collection, so beautiful! The gift cards, and monetary gifts were also much appreciated and will be put toward the never-ending need for diapers, wipes and formula! :) It makes my heart super warm to think of how well my babies are loved, supported and prayed for!

Of course my family gave wonderful gifts as well! Hopefully soon, as in when I find my camera again, I will post some pictures of our Holiday Hurrah! (Pssst, that was the original title of this post.)

May your New Year be filled with blessing, may you surround yourself with love, and may you find the will power to skip the chip aisle in the grocery store! That last one is mostly directed to me! :)

Zombie Dream

I love my dreams. I have great dreams! One of my favourite classes in University was Dr. Nienkirchen's dream class...except for that terrible "Visions" book. Terrible book. ;) I often have what I categorize as 'adventure' dreams. For example, uncovering and taking down a human trafficking ring, exploring the amazon jungle, things along that nature. When I remember, I tell M my dreams. This morning when I told him my dream he said I HAD to blog it. So here it is.

ZOMBIE BABIES!!

You're laughing already aren't you? I can hear you. Just so you know, there are some DISTURBING things that come up when you search for 'zombie babies.' People are crazy. Back to my dream.

M, L, V and I were scuba diving. Not somewhere warm like Australia, or Hawaii, or where normal people would dream of scuba diving. No. We were scuba diving in the Atlantic ocean, off the coast of Nova Scotia, exploring the Titanic wreck. Sounds like a great family vacation yeah? Yes, we took the babies scuba diving! Turns out (in my dream and possibly in reality) no one had ever taken babies to the wreck site before. So of course, L and V caught the zombie virus from the Titanic wreck. They turned all pasty white, and their eyes went black, and they looked like they were water logged. Also, their clothes transformed into floaty white old fashioned gowns. It was really scary! They were still babies, so when we got back up to our boat we put them down and they couldn't magically walk or anything, but they were crying for me, but I knew they wanted to eat me, and not in the normal way!

The worst part about the whole thing was I woke up from the dream with L crying to eat. I had to wait at least two minutes to wake up properly to get over my irrational fear of my baby! Sometimes my brain is just weird.

Hopefully tonight I'll have a more Christmas-themed dream rather than horror! Sleep tight everybody!

Clean-Up!

A couple of things from past posts that I need to follow up on!

Remember the shredded green herb? Totally Summer Savory! Hahaha! Go me. But I am told that my Nan enjoyed reading it out loud to my Pop, so happiness was spread! This is my main goal in blogging, so Hooray! Turns out my uncle does not like it when Nan puts sage into her stuffing, so she only sneaks it in sometimes. :)

I forgot to answer my favourite question! My long lost friend from Junior high took a gander at my blog, and when we saw each other next she asked me if I am a professional writer. My answer? I WISH! I've been dreaming of writing my own book for years (those high school friends out there can attest to that!), but I find it hard to believe that people I don't know would be entertained by that which I have to say. I love writing this for you, and I hope that it gives you the giggles, and helps me by being writing practice! Maybe I'll be published someday.

X hit his head again. What an accident-prone child! The school called just after lunch one day last week to tell us that he stood up directly under a metal bar at the playground. He wasn't hurt like last time, but they just wanted to let us know because of what happened last time. X goes to Catholic school, and when I asked him how his head felt, he told me it started feeling a lot better during liturgy. Bahaha! What a spiritual little boy.