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Roll Over Dammit!

I started this blog in order to create a sounding board and a “cautionary tale” for new parents, old parents, potential parents and the like. Falling into the “new parent” (and some days the “never again” parent) category myself, I often wonder if I’m doing things right and if my children are developing like they’re supposed to. God forbid one of my kids ends up being the “slow kid” in class. Yeesh.

At about four months of age, most kids should be able to roll over from their front to their back and vice versa. Well my son is knocking on ten months, and whenever he unwittingly wound up on his back… this  is what he did:

… and this is how he laid until someone felt sorry for him and retrieved him from this undesirable position.

Jaxon is a strong little guy. He can do a mean leg-push off of the dining room table while in his high chair. His chair teeters on it’s two back legs brilliantly, and after you change your underwear, you can’t help but applaud his strength.. But crazily enough, he couldn’t turn over from his back to his front.

Will seemed to think that he was just a little lazy, and that Jaxon is the type of person who “will do things or he won’t” – no gray area or in-between. I, on the other hand, saw the ultimate “slow kid” lying on the floor and was wondering if buying him only name brand clothes would help deflect some of the teasing he’d be sure to receive. I began to just accept it.

Well today out of the blue, my son just… rolled over. He swung those chubby little legs of his to the side and flopped right over to his front. No fanfare, no pomp and circumstance – he just did it.

My lesson? Kids move at their own pace.
No need to freak.
No need to push.
…I’m still going to start that wardrobe just in case 😉

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September 11th

Today, as we all know, marks the 10th anniversary of September 11th. I’m not really sure how to feel. I didn’t lose anyone personally, but I was devastated none the less. All of that destruction and loss made my stomach sick and I couldn’t help but feel personally violated by the cowardly way that those terrorists chose to act out. I mean how could anyone have that much disregard for human life? And for what? A cause? A belief? To prove a point?? It was and still is so hard to digest.

I had a class at 10:00 that morning and was up surprisingly early. I decided to grab a bowl of cereal – Lucky Charms to be exact. I figured I would up my awareness level and watch some news while I indulged in my sweet breakfast. I turned on the TV and saw what looked like a passenger airplane hitting a tall building. ‘What movie is this?’  I wondered. As I listened to the news anchor’s dialogue, it slowly seeped in what was taking place. This can’t be real…
I’m sure all of us remember where we were when we heard what had happened. The phrase that was derived from the event seemed a little unnecessary: ‘never forget’…

“It was the advent of the second plane, sharking in low over the Statue of Liberty: that was the defining moment. Until then, America thought she was witnessing nothing more serious than the worst aviation disaster in history; now she had a sense of the fantastic vehemence ranged against her. … For those thousands in the south tower, the second plane meant the end of everything. For us, its glint was the worldflash of a coming future.
Terrorism is political communication by other means. The message of September 11 ran as follows: America, it is time you learned how implacably you are hated. United Airlines Flight 175 was an Intercontinental Ballistic Missile aimed at her innocence. That innocence, it was here being claimed, was a luxurious and anachronistic delusion.”
Martin Amis in “Fear and loathing” – The Guardian (18 September 2001)

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Pink Dump Trucks and White Babies

Today I was on a quest – A quest to find my children their first gender specific toys. As I perused the toy aisles for the first time since I was an adolescent, I was reminded very quickly of how things were set up. My sight was flooded with a sea of pink as we turned down the “girl” aisle – Pink laptops, pink dolly’s, pink dump trucks. Screeeech. Hold on. Rewind… Pink dump trucks??
“I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore Toto”, I said to Will. (He didn’t get it.)
In the 80’s, I would’ve welcomed a bright pink dump truck. Back then it was unheard of. I was quite a bit of a tomboy, but was still a little princess at heart. For my worlds to have collided and manifested in a bright, shiny, pretty, pink, dump truck.. Well that would’ve been swell… But I digress.
I settled on a small, soft, bald-headed, Caucasian baby doll for Ari (there were no African American ones, but that’s a whole different post), and a florescent toy car for Jaxon.

When we got home, I handed my little tykes their new toy additions. Jaxon was so excited. Yay! My son is all boy! He found the closest smooth surface and started his tiny plastic vehicle on its course. Ari, on the other hand, was pissed. She wanted the toy car too apparently. It moves for cryin’ out loud! I kind of saw it all over her face. She wasn’t obvious or anything though..

The Twin’s 1st Gender Specific Toys

I felt terrible.

What Ari ended up with.

To impose what society dictates as “gender appropriate” toys on my children was unfair and was something that my parents never did to me. One day I may have wanted Barbie’s Dream House, but the next, I wanted to help put together a model toy car. My parents were always happy to oblige. That open-mindedness opened my eyes to so many things, and I was ultimately made a better person for it. I should give my children (especially my baby girl) the same opportunity. What if she actually preferred driving dump trucks to being a Mother? My son and daughter have a birthday in three months. I know exactly what I’ll get Ari 😉

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Did He Just Say What I Think He Said? (via Twinfamy)

Perusing the Blogesphere once again, and came across this hilarious blog about what else?…. Twins. A stay at home Dad recounts his experiences in raising his little people. Read this post and literally laugh out loud.. Do people really do that?

Did He Just Say What I Think He Said? There is a moment that every Daddy waits for. Typically (or stereotypically, if you'd prefer), Mommy is the all-star. The intensity of the mother-spawn connection is undeniable. After spending nine months living inside of her plus the primal closeness of breastfeeding, dads often feel they are second string in many respects. While there are families with stay-at-home male superheroes like me, I would argue that even then, there is just something … Read More

via Twinfamy

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Chivalry Isn’t Dead… It’s Just Unconscious

So not too long ago I was making a run to the grocery store. I was sitting in the car gathering my thoughts… [one tube of cinnamon rolls or two?] I looked over and watched a car pull up with a black middle-aged woman and her teenaged son inside. The boy got out of the car. He was handsome, and was on his phone with undoubtedly a pretty female. All the while the woman (who I assumed to be his Mother) stayed seated inside. She was perched to get out, but her door remained firmly closed. Oh how sweet, I thought. His Mom must be handicapped. To my amusement, her son proceeded to open his Mother’s door to which the Mom said ‘thanks’ and hopped (unassisted) out of the car. Did I just witness chivalry at it’s finest?… From a teenaged black male no less.

My 1st reaction was irritation – Why in the hell couldn’t she open her own damn door? After thinking it over, I determined that although unconventional, she was teaching her son a valuable lesson: respect for women. I’m sure he’s learned to have the highest regard for the opposite sex; something that many parents in this day and age neglect to teach their young sons.

I ultimately felt that this was a practice that I may adopt for my own son, and Will agrees.  I may tweak it a little, but the lesson from that simple gesture is pretty invaluable in my opinion. Old school chivalry needs to be revived.. I’ll start in my home.

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Things Are More Like They Are Today Than They Ever Were Before

Happy Labor Day! Not sure what I’m supposed to be doing, but I like this Holiday. The Fiance is off from work and a good friend is in town. All is right with the world. Everyone be safe!

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Lawd, I’m Getting Too Old for This..

So a friend of a good friend of ours is a huge party promoter here in the Greater Atlanta area. We were ‘lucky’ [don’t know if that was the best word choice] to get an invite to an ‘invitation only’ First Fridays event at the Biltmore Hotel hosted by the rapper Ludacris. These events have always been fun for us and were early on, the basis of our budding relationship. We’re self proclaimed Atlanta Socialites if you will, and wear that title proudly. Sadly enough, I think we may need to consider turning in our socialite card and retire from the social scene soon. We just can’t hang like we used to… or maybe I can’t. Between my aching feet and the crowded conditions I longed for my crusty-faced twins and my little condo most of the night. Maybe it was the birth of my twins or Father Time, but I often wonder when I go to shindigs such as this… am I getting too old for this sh*t?..

After watching the video, seeing the awesome crowd and how super hot I looked – I won’t count myself out just yet 😉

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10 Shocking Statistics About Children and Divorce (via Fligher Education )

Perusing the ‘Blogesphere’ and came across this post. I absolutely love statistics, and these were quite interesting to say the least. Didn’t see one that referenced ‘unmarried parents of twins who live and run a household together’. Not sure what that means for my babies :s

10 Shocking Statistics About Children and Divorce 1. Half of all American children will witness the breakup of a parent’s marriage. Of these, close to half will also see the breakup of a parent’s second marriage.” (Furstenberg, Peterson, Nord, and Zill, “Life Course”) 2. Of all children born to married parents this year, fifty percent will experience the divorce of their parents before they reach their 18th birthday. (Fagan, Fitzgerald, Rector, “The Effects of Divorce On America) 3. Teenagers in … Read More

via Fligher Education

Drive-bys, Toilet Water, and Doggy Doo

The family and I just got back from an eventful trip to the illustrious city of Birmingham, Alabama. This is where our good friend’s the Gilchrist’s have unfortunately had to relocate for business. I was excited about the trip outside of the obvious concerns of being a victim of a drive-by or of an old school tar and feathering (kidding). I also had concerns about space. They had to downsize dramatically from a spacious four bedroom house to a nice and cozy two bedroom apartment. How would the two families fare under these circumstances? I had no clue. Continue reading

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Last day in Alabama visiting our friends and twin’s Godparent’s… It was interesting to say the least. Traveling with twin ‘pseudo’ toddlers is so not something I’d recommend.. But we’ve got some hella good stories to tell… Lol. Stay tuned..


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