Saturday, May 12, 2018


I recently realized that I haven't wiped a tushy in months. 

Now that's progress.

Monday, March 19, 2018

The Letter

At my kids' school each child takes a turn at being the "Star of the Week."  It is a way for each child to share a little about his or her family, interests, special skills, etc.  The kids make a poster with their favorite things, do a show and tell, and a family member can come in to read a book.  Also, the parents write a letter to explain why their child is a shining star.

I have to admit that when I first heard I had to write this letter I wasn't looking forward to it.  I thought it was a pretty silly and cheesy idea.  I didn't want to have to gush over my children in a cloying way.

Derek and I wrote the letters together and it turned out to be a really nice experience.  Writing them made me really see what the strengths are in each of my kids.  While it's very easy for me to get overwhelmed and aggravated at the day to day stresses of raising kids and the monotony of making lunches, driving them to school and picking them up on the never ending drive line, I realized I sometimes overlook all the good that has happened in the last six years.  My kids have turned into people who excel at music and math.  They are compassionate and good at sharing.  They play and joke and stand up for themselves.  They are separating from each other to explore their interests in Legos, acting, French, cooking, music, and science.  I feel like it was good to take a moment to reflect on who my kids have become and where they are going.

So while I'm still a little scared at some of the future school projects that will come home (I'm looking at you, physics class), hopefully some more of these school projects will wind up being a positive experience that bonds our family.

Saturday, January 13, 2018


When I was going through surrogacy I met a lot of people online through my blog.  They became my online family because I became so attached to their stories at the same time they intensely followed mine.  I am friends with a few of them on Facebook and maybe one day I'll get to meet some of these fantastic surrogates and parents in person.  I think of many of them often but, unfortunately, many of them stopped blogging once their children were born.  I wish I knew if the Cinderella story blog ever had a happy ending or how Bernadette is doing after her life altering story of strength, love and heartbreak.

Recently I thought about the two blogs I followed about triplets.  After making it almost six years with twins I can't imagine life with triplets.  The reason they popped into my head was because we recently went swimming at the Y and am ice skating party.

My kids have been taking swimming classes for a while now and although one is starting to actually swim and they other is pretty close to the "I think he can flop his way to the wall" stage, I still wouldn't really trust either one of them to swim alone.  The Y had a rule that the kids had to be within an arm's length of the adult.  Luckily we had two adults to be with two kids.  I'm not sure how I would have handled it if the dads were outnumbered.

Two weeks later we went to an ice skating party.  This was the second time my kids have been on skates and they looked like this...

Derek and I each had a kid to "teach" (a.k.a. carry around the ice and pick up after falling).  I was exhausted by the end of the party.  How on earth could we have handled three???

I am amazed by parents who have large families.  I feel I barely have the energy, money, time and patience to parent two let alone three or four or more.  People are amazed that I have survived almost six years of twin parenthood but, as I always say, I don't know any other kind of family to parent.  As life dumps more on your plate the only thing you can do is deal with it.  So I commend those parents of triplets who just do what they have to do.  I hope to hear from them to see how they're doing, and my heart goes out to the dad who has to ride alone on the teacup ride because it only fits four people or doesn't get chocolate pudding for dessert because a box only makes four servings.

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

When Did I Become A Parent?

A couple years ago Derek and I had a bottle of champagne in our fridge in December.  Because going out on New Year's Eve is so hard when you have young kids we decided that we were going to throw a mimosa brunch New Year's Day party.  We invited over some friends and had a great time.

Last year we did the same thing.

This year we did it yet again.  We bought the champagne, prepped the food, baked some goodies and had about 20 people over to our home.

At one point the 11 kids in the house (yes, ELEVEN!) were all running around yelling and laughing and chasing each other and having a good time.  All of a sudden I had that feeling of "Oh, this could be a memory for the kids.  They might grow up thinking of all the New Year's Day parties we threw."

I had a flashback to the New Year's parties (and other parties) that my parents threw when I was young.  I remember helping my mom make the punch (it was sherbet, ginger ale and probably some other stuff and we would add a huge ring of ice to the ginormous punch bowl) and being told I wasn't allowed to throw anything into the bathroom garbage can after it had been emptied.  I remember setting out hors d'oeuvres in the rarely used living room and playing in the basement with other kids from the neighborhood.

Somehow, without me realizing it, I became a parent.  I became the person who helps give my kids experiences that make memories.  At almost 6 years old they may actually remember these days.

The big secret in parenthood is that children think their parents know how to do everything but, after becoming a parent, you realize that parents have no idea what they are doing.  My parents gave me so much and made it look effortless.  Now it's my turn.  I want to keep in mind that all the stress, anxiety, lack of confidence and confusion I feel won't be remembered -- what will be remembered are the experiences we shared as a family.

Saturday, November 25, 2017

My Dreams

Another few months have passed since I wrote a blog entry and, as always, there could have been 10 entries during that time.  A lot happens in my life that is "blog-worthy."  I think to myself, "I should write about that" but then find myself packing brown bag lunches at midnight while waiting for the laundry to dry and remember why I don't have blog.  Life as a parent is non-stop moving.  It's true that parenthood doesn't really get easier, it just changes.  Sure, some things are easier (I don't wipe dirty tushies nearly as often as I did a year ago) but new issues take the place of old ones.

What I wanted to write about today was something that took me by surprise.  I was recently out in California and was able to spend a few days in Los Angeles on my own.  With time to kill I decided to be a tourist and take a tour of Paramount Studios.  I bought my ticket online, drove to the lot and checked in.  I was excited to see what I could about how movies are made.

I walked through the door to the waiting room which had some movie clips, memorabilia and plaques about the studio's history.  That's when I was hit with a huge wave of emotions.  I wanted to break down and cry.

As a little kid I decided I wanted to be an actor.  It was my dream.  I can't begin to count the hours I spent listening to Broadway cast albums, reading obscure plays I found in used book stores looking for auditions monologues, or scanning the phone book for a last name I liked since my last name is clearly not a good one for a marquee.  I dreamed of being on a sitcom.  I wanted to make people laugh every week.  That was my goal.  I never had aspirations to do Hollywood blockbuster.  A sitcom was ideal because you could hear the audience's laughter during the performance.  (Yes, I know there are laugh tracks.  Don't spoil the dream!) 

As I walked into the lot where movie magic happens I think the emotions came from realizing that my dream will probably never happen.  I have made choices in my life that have closed off some paths.  After graduating from college I spent two years on the road touring the country in stage shows and had amazing experiences but knew that the nomadic life of an actor was not for me.  Even at 24 years old my dream was to get married and have kids.  Sure, I would have loved to have gotten married, had kids and had a sitcom, but I knew how difficult it would be to achieve all of that and the dreams of pursuing acting at such a high level fell to the wayside.

Some actors become famous in their 50s so I still have time.  You never know.  It could happen to me!  And when all is said and done and I'm lying on my death bed I know that the children I raised and the husband whom I loved gave me fulfillment in life.  However, as I look around at other friends with and without children at this stage of our lives, I know that both paths are equally exciting.  One choice is not better or worse than the other.  Each choice is just different. 

If I could go back twenty years there are one or two things I would do differently, but my goal would still have been to be a husband and a father.  Had I achieved fame and fortune when I was young I might not have the beautiful family I have today.  I might be sitting between two of the three hunky Hemsworth brothers in first class jetting off to Paris doing a promo which would be awesome.  But having a "Finding Dory" movie party with popcorn and hot cocoa with Derek, Aaron and Jeff  is awesome as well.  Still, the amazing life you give up to become a parent can, at times, be tough competition for the amazing life you get. 

Tuesday, September 5, 2017


Today was the third day of school for my kids and my heart sank and then melted today.

The first day of school was a half day for everyone.  Drop off and pick up was in the front.  All the kids met their teachers outside of the school to go in as a group.  It was a little chaotic but I got to see my kids join their teachers before saying goodbye to them.  I'm sure they were nervous but they put on a good face and did well separating from me and from each other.

Friday I dropped the kids off in the front and there were a lot of teachers around helping the kids find their classrooms.  There was a little bit of clinging but we made it through.  Again, I knew that my kids were taken care of and the walk from the front door to the classroom was a short one.  I picked the kids up after a half day (some of the kids stayed for a whole day on Friday) and it was calm and peaceful because it was only about half of the class.

Today was different.  I was running a little behind so I dropped the kids off in back because that was the closest door to where I had parked.  I had been told there would be plenty of staff around to make sure kids got to where they were supposed to go but, when I got to the entrance by the cafeteria, there was only one lady with a clipboard (not sure what that was for) surrounded by a bunch of kids sitting at tables.  Mobs of older kids were whizzing by her trying to get to their classrooms on time.  I wanted to walk my kids into the classroom but parents aren't allowed into the school.  (Yes, I get why but I'm sure some childless and heartless bureaucrat came up with that rule!)  I told the kids to ask the lady where to go and she just said, "Oh, you're in kindergarten?  You can go straight to class."

"WHAT?!?!?!" I screamed inside my head.  "How can you let them walk through the cafeteria and down the hall all by themselves?  They've never gone into the school this way before?  They'll be stepped on by older kids?  Or get lost in the bowels of the school?  Or eaten by bears because Besty DeVos' plan to let every school have a gun hasn't taken effect yet."

As I stood, helpless, at the threshold I watched my two kids walk through the cafeteria towards the hallway where their classrooms are.  I couldn't leave until I knew they made the turn down the correct hallway.  After a few steps I saw their hands touch.  They held hands as they walked.  They were there for each other.  My heart broke and melted at the same time.  They might have been scared to go but they had each other and they were there to support each other.  Raising twins has certainly been tough for so many reasons but there are moments when it's emotionally overwhelming in a good way (like the first day of dance class).

After a few more steps one of the kids sitting at a table yelled out "Hi, Aaron!" and I felt calmer. Someone shouting his name means he is making connections with the other kids and I know things will turn out OK.  In a few more weeks I'm sure my kids will start to run out of the car to get to school and not look back.  My big goodbye hugs in the morning will turn into just seeing their backs as they rush through the door.  When it happens I'll remind myself of the article I read a long time ago.  The writer told parents that as kids separate from you it's important to remember that has been a parent's goal all along.  When you hold you child in your arms you dream of what your child can accomplish in his or her life.  I'll miss the hugs and kisses and knowing I provide the best safety net for them, but I'll be OK.  And if I'm still a little sad, like I always say, I'll go eat some chocolate.

Monday, August 7, 2017

Separation Anxiety

I was keeping it a secret from the boys.  I didn't want to tell them because I didn't know how they would react.  I was going to wait for the letters to come and then make a big deal out of the excitement of meeting a new teacher.  I held on to this secret for months.  When the news broker, however, I wasn't even home.

Let me explain...

A little while before the kids were born a friend of mine who is a twin sent me a really heartfelt email.  She told me how she and her brother were always "the twins" and were together all the time growing up.  Finally, after 18 years of being together, she went to college and he joined the military.  For the first time they were separated and she said she had an identity crisis.  She didn't know how to function without her brother at first.  So she encouraged me to really allow my twins to have their own lives and be individuals.

During this last year of school we started to notice so many differences between the kids.  Skills like reading, music, sports, math, socializing, etc. are developing and I saw my kids comparing themselves to each other.  I knew it was time to separate them.  They, like every other child in the universe, have strengths and weaknesses but being a twin they have built in competition at school and at home.  I didn't want them comparing themselves with each other so Derek and I decided it was time to put them in separate classrooms.

A few days ago, while I was working, the letters came with classroom assignments.  By the time I came home the boys had learned their teachers' names and room numbers.  They seemed unfazed.  The next day they were telling someone in the library about how they would be in different classrooms in the morning but the same classroom (if all goes as planned) in the afternoon.  In a few weeks we get to visit the classrooms and meet the teachers.  Maybe reality will sink in that they will be separated when we see where each of them will be, but for now they seem to have accepted that this is just the next thing that happens.  It seems like, for now, I am the one with separation anxiety!  I predict the first week of school might be a little rough for all of us.  But that's OK.  That's why someone invented chocolate.