SPECIAL GUEST BLOG POST FROM NANNA:

Some grandmas have all the luck! This grandma got to take her favorite grandtwins shopping at a nearby supermarket while on a recent visit to their home. First, I was impressed with how much progress they had made with language comprehension since I’d last seen them: They knew what I meant when I said, “Wait for Nanna” and “Let’s hold hands while we cross the

 

 

Well here goes. This is the tally of words, including (but not limited to--there are many others that are totally

unintelligible):

 

Banana, apple, mama (this applied to both

 

Do you have the Butt Paste? Where’s my umbrella? How can we be out of dog food already? What happened to my right sandal? Has anyone seen the potty seat? Where, for the last time, are Duncan’s gray freakin’ shorts?  I could have sworn I put them over the banister......

 

We shouldn’t even be asking.

 

If you’re ever looking for anything in our house, you can be sure Trevor has deposited them in

 

A word to the wise: Don’t take your 21-month twin boys to get their hair cut at the mall....without a stroller. Yes, I did it....and lived to tell. But barely. Everything was a struggle -- even just trying to get them on the elevator. They were phobic!

 

[Attempting to walk] through Macy’s they either sat down in the aisle, wailed, and refused to move, or tried to turn the displays upside down.

 

 

 

The week before last, two days before a scheduled family beach trip, Trevor lay in a baby-size hospital crib--cage, really--with an IV in his wrist and a bad attitude. Not that you could blame him. He was immobilized in a strange, noisy place, and all he wanted to do was run off and explore it.

Plus people kept sticking needles into his arm for (from his point of view) no apparent reason.

 

How

 

This past week we had a situation every parent dreads: Two sick, miserable kids during a heavy time at work.

With twins, if the germ gets one, it always nabs the other one too. They may not share their toys, but they

always share their germs.

 

It all started when the boys and their dad returned from a family beach trip—Trevor and dad with colds. Both coughed and snorked for a week, and then

 

On the weekends, the twins want their parents to entertain them. If we don’t, bad things happen.

For example, the following happened this morning: They stood in their potties to get them to play royal marches (the only use they see for their potties, apparently). Then they dissembled the potties and threw pieces across the room. Then they put pieces of potty on their heads, and decorated the dog

 

These days, when I pick Trevor up out of his crib in the morning, he points at Duncan (who is usually doing his old man dance while switching the mobile on and off in the facing crib) and says “Doo Doo.” Their father says he hopes that doesn’t stick. Nevertheless, Trevor has a sense of Duncan’s name. In fact, when Duncan the train is featured in a “Thomas and Friends” episode, Trevor points at

 

My big project this summer has been growing veggies in our tiny backyard in a not-so-great neighborhood on the edge of Capitol Hill. I’ve been contending with all sorts of garden threats like rats, irate neighbors, dogs, slugs, hot weather, etc, but somehow managed to produce some pretty decent green beans.

 

I looked forward to feeding these fresh greens to the twins, who I have to admit I’ve

 

I got a phone call from day care at work the other day—saw the number flash on the caller ID--and

thought, “Oh no.” When phoned in, the news usually isn’t good. And it wasn’t. Trevor had been bitten on

the arm, I was told. The bite was quite deep, and it had bled.

 

I had a bunch of questions. “What had happened?” “Why had he been bitten?” “Did he cry? “Was he OK?”

 

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