Monday, May 22, 2017

Ballet Slippers to Backpacks

After a glorious, gorgeous week of dance recitals, this morning, She-Twin headed out for a week on the Chesapeake Bay.

Her entire freshman class has a "mini-mester" experience; no electronics, no showers, no cabins, just roughing it together as a group...a group destined to become a team.

Maybe it's not all that unlike dance after all.

This weekend, she looked like this...

This morning, she looked like this...


Beautiful both ways, if you ask me.
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Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Way Back When-esday - Honor Amongst Twins

Dateline: Fourth Grade
Twins' Age: 10

Happy memories of our twosome's induction into the National Elementary Honor Society. Until they were quite literally "tapped" by an elder member while sitting in the assembly, they had no idea if they'd "made the grade."

Their quiet, well-deserved pride (and She-Twin's clearly demonstrated aversion to touching certain types of paper) warms my heart this mid-week. 

Did you realize Twinfatuation was the originating host of Way Back When-esday?

We've been looking back with love since 2007... so please join in, play along!

Dive into those digital files and share a photo find on your blog and/or on our the new Twinfatuation Facebook Community Page...and encourage fellow moms to do the same! 

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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

A Dog's Tale

...started for me, with his tail. His crooked, zig-zag tail.

Still actively mourning our beloved, irreplaceable Larry, on a beautiful Sunday afternoon a couple of weeks ago, we ventured out to Hardywood Brewery's BARK and BrewFest. Families were enjoying the weather with their dogs, and the good people from BARK were there with dogs seeking a forever families and homes.

He-Twin, as has been his way since toddler-dom, immediately began lavishing love on all the pups. She-Twin and I were drawn to a beautiful girl named Stella. Double-Daddy adored Dodi, an older dog with a gentle disposition. Not sure when in the course of our visit Scott (a.k.a. Double Daddy) honed in on a hobbled little fella named Rex. Before too long, we were all enchanted.

Rex had manned the canine "Kissing Booth" earlier in the day, as a fund-raising effort for his pending surgery. Seems the sweet-spirited American bulldog/Beagle/Who-Knows-What-Else mix had been found as a stray in Amelia County---not too far south of RVA---in November 2016. Beset with a heinous case of heartworm, and the femur in his rear right split through by a bullet that ended its trajectory in his left rear ankle, Rex had significant treatment and recuperation to endure before he could be made eligible for adoption. By late March, he was ready. A crowd-funded surgery date was set for April 17th to remove his left ankle-lodged bullet.

As the dedicated volunteers of BARK piled a crated Rex into the van heading back to the farm, he made sure to maintain eye contact...and a smile.

That night, we knew. Paperwork had to be filled out. Rex was destined to be a Lage.

With the graciousness of fellow 7th Street member, good friend, animal advocate extraordinaire, Whitney Walters, the process was set in motion. A crate---actually, two---were borrowed. Our beloved veterinarian, Dr. Michael Zuccaro, provided a glowing reference.

By Saturday, all was in place. Rex was ours, and we were his.
(*And we're pretty sure Larry had something to do with it.)

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