Six Months Later...

I just looked at my blog and saw that my last entry was six months ago.

SIX MONTHS!!!

Clearly my goal of documenting my kids' lives isn't going so well.  People are right when they say that parenthood doesn't get easier or harder -- it just changes.  In some ways life is so much easier.  The boys have a lot more language, a little bit of focus, they can play by themselves, they can (sort of) dress themselves, they are learning to use the toilet, etc.  But for every step forward a new challenge emerges like they develop stronger food dislikes, they play rougher, and they want to put on their own diapers!  When I am home with them there is more laundry to do, more dishes in the sink, more fights to break up over who gets what train and more toys EVERYWHERE!  Like my friend says, "You know what they call a three year old?  A two year old with a year of experience!"

I'm not sure how to catch up on the last six months of life but I'll try with a quick list.

• I got to spend Thanksgiving with my family for the first time in 20 years since I'm now back on the east coast.
• Aaron and Jeff got to celebrate Hannukah and, by the end of the eight nights, they had learned a lot of the Hebrew prayer.  It fascinates me how they pick up language.  They did not, however, like potato latkes which makes me wonder if they're really my children -- or human.  Who doesn't like potato pancakes?!?!?
• I read a book!  Yes, believe it or not I actually had time to read a book.  It was called I Heart My Little A-Holes and it was brilliant.
• I found a babysitter.  She worked for me for about 6 weeks and she was great.  I got time out of the house and the opportunity to go back to the interpreting world.  Then she got a full time job at a daycare center because she was awesome and I lost my sitter.  We miss you, Constanza.
• I'm performing again.  I'm in a show that is opening soon called "Old Jews Telling Jokes" and it is so nice to feel like I have some of my old life back.  Derek is amazing for helping me make the 7 show a week schedule work.  After feeling like I was under house arrest for the last three years it's nice to go out and do something that reminds me of my B.C. (Before Children) life.
• The boys turned 3 last week and we had a great bowling and pizza party.  We had about 22 friends and family come to the party.  It was nice to see that we know people in our new hometown who could come out to celebrate with us. 
• I managed to make photo albums of the first two years of the boys' lives.  Organizing photos is a never-ending, overwhelming job but I'm only a year behind now.  Hooray me.  I think I deserve a medal.  (And by medal I mean chocolate.)  

I'm sure there is a lot more to tell but I still have no memory of what happened last week let alone last month or last year.  We are busy looking at schools, considering buying a home, planning a wedding (yes, it will be official this fall), playing with trains about 12 hours a day, struggling to get Aaron to nap ("He will NOT drop his nap, he will NOT drop his nap, he will NOT drop his nap!"), getting Aaron to go to bed ("Go to bed, Aaron, it's 8:30 p.m." "Go to bed, Aaron, it's 9:00 p.m.!" "GO TO BED, Aaron, it's 10:00 p.m.!!!!!"), going to play dates and digging ourselves out from the snowiest winter on record here in Boston.  Hopefully I'll get some more pictures up soon as well as some funny quotes from the boys.  They're at that age when things that come out of their mouths are sometimes priceless.

To Stroller Or Not To Stroller

Rumor has it there are adults in the world who get to leave their homes without a stroller.  I hear it's a magical place where there are no diaper bags, shoes that blink with every step and cars don't even have smashed goldfish crackers in the back seat.

I am skeptical this place exists.  I feel like I visited this land long ago but it's a very vague memory so I'm thinking it was just in a dream.

The stroller is my worst enemy and my best friend these days.  Two years ago it was great.  I could take the kids anywhere because they couldn't even crawl.  A year ago the stroller was pretty good.  The boys were walking short distances and couldn't really complain if I strapped them in the stroller.  Now it's a different story.

Here is the dilemma I face every time I want to go out:

• If I take the stroller Aaron will want to walk but Jeff will want to sit.  Aaron will want to push the stroller and Jeff will inevitably yell, "Noooooo Aaron!"
• If I don't let Aaron push he cries.  On the rare occasion he doesn't cry he will run ahead of me and I can't keep up with him while pushing a stroller on narrow Boston streets.
• If Jeff and Aaron decide that they both want to walk (even though they told me three minutes ago that they wanted the stroller) there is a fight over who gets to push the stroller.  
• If I don't take the stroller then both boys will want to be carried and I cannot carry two 30 lbs boys around for more than a minute or two.  
• If I don't take the stroller and both the boys want to walk Aaron usually runs ahead of me and Jeff loves to dawdle and take time to smell the roses.  I'm stuck in the middle trying to make sure no one is running into the street, picking flowers off of someone's front lawn, playing with a garbage can or having a meltdown because the sun is yellow today and he wants it to be green with orange polka dots.  

It's a no win situation.

If only someone would invent a jet pack my problems would be solved.

Boston (a.k.a. The Playgrounds of Misfit Toys)

Oh blog, how I've missed you.  The last month has been hectic to say the least.  I have moved from Chicago to Boston with a partner, twin toddlers and pets.  Life is starting to get into a routine so blogging again might become a possibility these days.

Aside from a few, crazy, sleepless nights while staying with the kids in my parents' place, everything went relatively smoothly.  We had a few broken things and a few missing things but that's to be expected in a move.

The boys seemed to have adjusted to their new surroundings pretty quickly.  Our new place has an elevator so pushing the buttons every time we enter or leave the building is quite exciting.  We also have a big playroom and a staircase which are pretty amazing things for a two and a half year old.  The boys have discovered the joy of the library.  Twice a week the library offers programs for toddlers.  There is a sing-along day and a story time day and the boys (and I) really look forward to those.  I'm grateful the library is so close and we'll have an activity to do in the winter.

There are a lot of playgrounds in our town.  Every time I go to one, though, I feel like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer entering the Island of Misfit Toys.  I'm not quite sure how they get there, but every playground has a bunch of old, half broken toys.  There are slides, baby exercise saucers, toddler cars, wagons and more that are all in that limbo stage of not broken enough to go to the trash but not intact enough to be kept in a home.  I'm guessing people feel that they're doing the community a favor by "donating" these toys but really these toys are just filthy pieces of junk and a lawsuit waiting to happen.  Kids climb on top of rickety kitchens and play in cars with a misaligned wheel or two.  But hey, who am I to complain.  It keeps my kids busy for an hour or so and you know the goal of every stay at home parent is to just to entertain the kids until 6:00 p.m. when his/her partner comes home.  ;-)

A digger truck missing some parts

An old "boat" that just sits there and a scary spinning thing in the background that barely spins

Some broken toy that we pretend is a camera and then I wash his hands well 'cuz lord knows where that has been

A farm and a pink car in a sandbox...apparently that makes perfect sense here in Boston

My Big News

I have so much to say and so little memory to remember what I want to say.  Life with twin boys is definitely hectic and chaotic and exhausting.  It doesn't really get easier.  The boys just get heavier to pick up and the whines becomes louder.  The fights over who gets the napkin in my left hand (because the one in my right hand clearly is inferior?!?!?!?) or who closes the door (because you know once a door closes it can NEVER be opened again so the other child can close it) are frequent.and aggravating.  I heard from a friend that the tantrums of a three year old are less frequent but more intense.  I'm looking forward to that since there are tantrums every few minutes these days.  In another year I may long for the more frequent, usually done in 5 minute tantrums.  We'll see.

Once in a while, though, we get a few, fun moments of playing together.  The boys are becoming creative.  Aaron loves coins and put one in his ear to say it was his hearing aid.  (Yes, only the child of a sign language interpreter and an audiologist would play that game at the age of two.)  Just a few days ago Jeff decided he wanted to put a diaper on his monkey stuffed animal.  I love the creativity that is starting and I know it will just get better and better.  We even made up a story with each one of us contributing a sentence or two.  It had something to do with a penguin getting stuck on a slide.  Then a lion appeared.  I think they were friends.  I'm pretty sure the lion did not eat the penguin.  Next thing I know the penguin went to work to "bring home the bacon" (a phrase they love) and would "be right back" (another favorite phrase).  I believe, in the end, the penguin was still stuck on the slide...I'm not sure.  I don't think I'll submit that story to a publishing company, but I'm hoping for more stories like that soon.

The big news is that we are heading to Boston.  After many, many years in Chicago I am finally leaving.  Derek got a big position at a hospital in Boston and I am happy to be moving closer to my family.  I'm sad about leaving my amazing job as well as my friends, family, interpreting community, irreplaceable babysitter,  and my surrogate.  I had hoped that my boys would grow up knowing their surrogate.  She is part of their identity and she has become a friend.  Thank goodness for Facebook, right?  We never really lose touch with people these days since we can always connect on the internet.

The boys are young enough that the move doesn't mean they will be leaving friends but they are leaving behind what they know.  There are some of my friends who visit often and the boys definitely know those people by name.  The recent playdates have given them some "friends" who they talk about from time to time.  Morgan, Logan and Aubrey will be missed for sure.  The boys keep talking about moving to Boston.  Their trains go to Boston.  The cars we see on the street are going to Boston.  They say grandma and grandpa live in Boston -- totally not true, but who am I to correct them when they seem excited about Boston.  We talk about boxing up their toys and clothes and taking them to Boston.  We tell them that the new place has stairs in our apartment and an elevator which are two very exciting things when you are two years old.  I'm hoping the move goes well.  We will be staying with my parents in New York while waiting for our stuff to arrive in Boston.  I'm sure the next few weeks will be hard on everyone.  The boys will be in new places, new beds, new cities and seeing new people.  I'll have to remind myself things will be scary for them for a while.  Maybe they will surprise me and take it better than expected.  I'll will be home with them full-time which should ease the transition for them.  I do hope to work a little bit if we can figure out daycare.  I'm not sure I'm cut out for being a full time stay at home dad.  Luckily the grandparents are just a few hours away when I need

I'm sure there are a million other things I'm forgetting to say.  Blogging doesn't seem to happen very often these days.  I might get one or two more quick posts before moving, but chances are my next post will be written about 1,000 miles from here.  Wish me luck.  And if you know any families with kids in Boston let me know.  I'll be looking for playdates soon!

Our California Adventure At California Adventure And Other Adventures

I recently got back from a busy week and a half.  We did so much and it included the boys' first day at a Disney park.  Here is what we did.

We flew into San Diego on a Thursday and visited my in-laws.  The boys did well on the plane.  We entertained them with snacks, books, stuffed animals and stickers for a while and then we broke out the iPad.  What did parents do on planes before apps???  The games kept them busy for most of the flight.

Thursday we got to play with grandma and grandpa and the cousins.  Friday afternoon we headed up towards L.A. to visit my cousin who was having his bar mitzvah.  My parents, brother and cousin flew in for the celebration too.

The boys were not happy sitting in the synagogue listening to a religious service.  They were screaming when we took them into the service so we wound up playing with some puzzles in the lobby.  After the service and the reception we didn't get the boys to bed until nearly 10:00 p.m.  Saturday morning was the big service and again it was impossible to get a two year old to sit through a religious ceremony which was half in Hebrew.  After the service, though, was a lunch and that's when the boys realized how much fun their cousins can be.  The boys started warming up to playing with other kids.  There was another party at night filled with games, ice cream and lots of running around.  

Sunday was Disney day.  We headed to California Adventure and spent most of the day at the Bug's Life area.  The boys were miserable when we first got there.  Sensory overload and messed up nap time for three days will do that to you when you're only two years old.  However, after the first ride you could see that look of "Wait a minute...what's going on?" on their faces and by the time we were done with the second ride they were hooked.  They realized this was a day of playing.  Their favorite ride was the spinning ladybugs.  They could have stayed on that all day.  

Derek and I even got to go on one adult ride, The Tower of Terror, while the boys napped.  

It was so much fun to have all the familes together.  

The next few days were spent playing with the family.  

I don't post much online when I'm away.  I don't like to announce I'm out of town.  However, I couldn't resist posting a quick video of our lady bug ride.  As luck would have it my amazing surrogate was in southern California too.  She was staying about 15 minutes from my in-law's house.  We had a big party for all of the San Diego people we know and our surrogate and her family was able to come.  It was so nice to see her, get to know her fiancee and his son, and see her son who has grown up so much in the four years we have known him.  What a nice surprise.

The vacation was crazy, exhausting and so much fun.  I'm so glad we got to spend time with everyone.  

Zoo Day With Twins

I feel it is my duty to explain life with twins to the world in order to get sympathy and gifts.  As a follow up to story time with twins and bath time with twins I now bring you "Zoo Day With Twins."

My wonderful friends Katie and Meghan have started to be my saviors.  We have met up a few times to spend the day together.  They are both stay at home moms several days a week and have two kids and we all know that getting together with another adult during the day is so helpful for a parent's sanity.  Yesterday we decided that we would all go to the zoo together and a co-worker of theirs would join us too.  In total there would be four adults and eight children.  How fun, right?  

Well, remember, fun is a relative term.  More fun than a colonoscopy?  Yes.  More fun that watching a "Real Wives of Some Rich City" marathon?  It's a close call.

8:30am The zoo opens at 10:00 a.m. so I planned to leave at 9:15.  I decide to start getting the boys ready at 8:30 a.m. because 45 minutes should be enough time, right?

8:55am The boys still aren't dressed.  They have been in various states of dress and undress over the last 25 minutes.  The promise of " a snack in the car" is lost on them because their tiny brains tune out after hearing the word "snack" and they miss that it will be eaten in the car.

8:57am  I pack a bag full of snacks, diapers, water bottles, wipes, etc. while being attacked from the hips down and hearing the word "snack" screamed repeatedly.

9:02am The boys finally understand that screaming will not get them their snacks and they have to get dressed and get into the car before eating the most amazing thing on earth that must be eaten right away: Angry Bird graham crackers for Aaron and some vitamin fortified pizza flavored crackers for Jeff.  Aaron still doesn't understand that we have gone from the never-ending winter to summer and that he shouldn't be wearing long sleeves and long pants every day.  He wears a sweater.  I don't mind because it's supposed to be in the high 50s today.  (Note: it was 81.  Thanks, weather-predicting people.)

9:20am I finally get out of the house and to the car.  Jeff insists on doing everything himself.  He likes to open the car door, climb into his seat, buckle himself in and then try to close the door.  He doesn't understand that he can only get himself into the seat and maybe, on a good day, get one of his three buckles snapped together.  If I do any of these activities for him he throws a fit until I let him try.  After 10 seconds of trying he says "Daddy do it."  The buckles, however, he insists on doing.  It's amazing how many ways I can distract a two year old and fool him into thinking he did it.  

9:35am We're on our way.

10:15am I park, get the kids into a stroller and meet Katie.  We walk around trying to kill some time waiting for the other two moms to show up.

10:30am The boys get out of their strollers to go on the carousel.  Jeff insists he wants a to ride on a bear.  There are no bears.  Luckily he agrees to ride on a panda bear.  (In his defense, it IS a kind of bear but probably not what he meant when he said he wanted a bear.)  This is one of those rare moments that logic and reason pops into a 2 year old's brain.

10:35am The ride is done and we start strolling around.  Meghan and the other mom show up.  We agree to go to some small mammal house.

10:40am I take the boys out of the stroller.  Aaron runs across the grass and behind a fence.  Jeff stays by the stroller to do the buckles because G-d forbid the stroller seat belt stay unbuckled when he gets out.  Apparently the buckle holds the universe together.  I run around the fence to grab Aaron and pray Jeff stays put.  I get Aaron to come back around and he runs to the mammal house.  I trick Jeff into thinking he did the buckles on his own while I actually help so I can follow Aaron and not lose him.  I have now lost all the other parents.

10:40am-11:00am The mammal house is dark and crowded.  I'm sweating.  We can't see any of the sleeping animals hiding behind rocks and tree branches.  I spend the whole time worrying if the kids will get lost and can't enjoy the exhibits at all.  Katie, the amazing mom, finds me and helps lift up Aaron to look for animals while still watching her own two kids.  I hold Jeff who has now refused to walk.  Twenty long minutes later, after seeing a couple foxes sleeping and some rats scurrying in a cage, we're out.  Aaron gets back in the stroller and Jeff insists on "helping" by pushing the stroller.

11:00am We make it to the Family Petting Zoo which I think will be great.  I am wrong.  It's a big room with a bunch of little rooms off to the sides...a.k.a. places for children to hide.  My friend volunteers there and even though I am there for about 30 minutes I talk to her for about four minutes.  The rest of the time I run around hoping that I can find the boy who ran off somewhere and return to find the other boy in the same spot where I had left him.

11:35am Katie leaves the Family Zoo to eat lunch.  I entice my boys with the idea of yogurt and I'm unsuccessful for 20 minutes.

11:55am We leave the Family Zoo building and I'm excited to get to eat lunch with Katie and get to talk to her while sitting.  Instead, we get distracted by the Dirt Playground the zoo has in their children's area.  I'm not sure what it's really called, but it's a big circle of dirt and rocks and twigs with a few, old, dirty shovels and buckets that I think are supposed to pass for toys.  My kids spend 20 minutes playing with dirt.  At least they missed the 10 pound tree branches the five year old girls were playing with.  I hear shrieks like, "Honey...I don't think we need to try balance that dirty tree stump on your sister's head" from their parents.  Who designed this place?  Who thinks dirt and heavy tree limbs belong in a children's area?

12:15pm My kids, now dirty and sweaty, agree to go eat lunch.  I can't find Katie but I do find an area with tables, a playground and 50 geese.  The playground was packed with kids.  My boys wanted to play but I had visions of losing them in the sea of children and the older kids pushing and shoving them to get to the ever so popular plastic slide.  So we sit at a table and I give them food while angry geese circle around us looking for dropped goldfish.  We eat lunch as I encourage my boys not to chase the geese.  Aaron gets close to one goose who hisses at him.  That is the end of goose chasing.

12:40pm The boys don't want to get in the stroller to go to the car.  I have to bring out my super secret weapon by promising them a special zoo snack.  Luckily I have some chewy fruit snacks in the car.  I tel them we get these treats at the zoo.

12:50pm I get the boys to the car and we go through the whole process of Jeff wanting to do everything for himself again.  (It's afternoon so I'm more awake and my wits are sharper.  I get him in more quickly than the morning.  After about 10 a.m. a two year old's wits are no match for mine.  Before 10:00 a.m. it's usually a draw.)  After a few minutes I get them in and give them their snacks.  They are happy and keep repeating "special zoo snack."

12:57pm The boys ask for water, tell me they're done with their snack, want a different color water bottle, etc.  I drive as I give and receive water bottles and snack packages for a few minutes.  I yell at them that I'm driving and I can't help them any more.  They are stuck with whatever color bottle they currently have and they must open and close the bottles themselves.

1:04pm After whining for a few minutes Jeff and Aaron fall asleep.

1:05pm-2:10pm I get home about 1:30 p.m. but drive around for the next 40 minutes because no one wants to incur the wrath of a toddler who was woken up from a 20 minute nap.  I eat some disgusting fast food in the car finally park.  The boys wake up a few minutes later and we have survived the zoo.

8:30pm I talk with my friend, Kristine, about getting together next week.  We decide to go to (wait for it...) the zoo!  I guess I'll need to get more special zoo snacks.  

What Will They Be? (Part Two)

I swore that I would be one of those dads who kept up on his blog and saw his friends all the time and yet, here I am, almost a month since my last blog and missing a lot of friendships I used to have.  As the boys get older life does become more complicated and centered around the family.  They do new things all the time and weekends are filled with activities and catching up on housework.  There are a million blog ideas that run through my head but, by the time I get to writing, something new has happened and I've forgotten what was interesting just a couple days ago.

It's not that the boys are doing anything amazing right now.  No one is eradicating world hunger, performing Bach symphony #1 in D Major, or solving derivatives using the chain rule (don't ask me what the is...it's just the most complicated math thingy I could find on a quick Google search).  They are just doing what toddlers do.  They are doing puzzles with 4 and 6 pieces (and working on the 9 piece puzzle but haven't gotten that yet), peeing in the potty from time to time which makes me do an inane "Pee Pee In the Potty" song and dance, and cook me such delicious things in their play kitchen like a drink of orange juice, milk and coffee flavored with hot dogs.  I guess they haven't learned that I'm a vegetarian.

While all of these ideas of funny blog topics bounce around in my head, it has been hard to actually find the time and energy to sit down and write any.  Besides fatherhood I'm busy with planning a trip, making appointments, preparing a workshop, etc.  So, like any good writer, I steal from someone else.  This time, however, I'm stealing from myself.

A year and a half ago I wrote a prediction of what my kids might be years from now.  I keep thinking it would be fun to see how things change year to year and I'm finally getting around to writing the entry.  I hope I'll remember to do this every year.  Here is the update at two years old.

Aaron is definitely the energetic boy.  He needs a job that lets him move instead of sitting at desk all day.  Trains are his obsession.  When he wakes up in the morning and after his nap his first words are usually "Play trains?"  He loves airplanes and buses, too.  He is not a good eater so I think being a chef is out of the question, although in the last few weeks he has tried broccoli (loved it once, hated it once), tasted my sesame noodles and I even convinced him to take a few bites of a pizza although the idea of cheese - especially melted cheese - usually is a turn off for him.  Aaron has also learned to share a lot of the time, is now into Sesame Street, and likes to sing constantly.  His favorite games now are tickle fights and Hide & Seek.

My prediction is that Aaron will be a pilot who sings to the control tower and lives on milk, berries and mac 'n cheese.

Jeff is happy to sit in the swings at the park all day, although now that he has figured out how to climb up the slides he likes doing that too.  Jeff loves books and puzzles.  He has learned to do some simple puzzles with the picture facing down and just use the white backs of the pieces which impresses me.  We have a 10 foot long ABC puzzle and he does that one a few times a day.  Jeff can identify all 26 letters in English and sign language and his signing is better than some students I have taught.  He is usually willing to try new foods and loves to brush his teeth.  He is in a very independent stage now and "Jeff do it" is heard many, many, many times throughout the day regardless of whether or not Jeff can actually do it.  He enjoys watching me juggle and tries to juggle himself.

My prediction is that Jeff will be a linguist who will eventually make the crosswords for the New York Times.