Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Way Back When-esday - Gloom, Despair, and Agony, Oh Me...

Well, not really.
Dateline: Spring 2012
Twins' Age: 10

Silhouetted in the lower left corner of the image above is He-Twin. Throughout their early years, our twosome enjoyed participating in the outstanding musical productions presented by their elementary each spring. The younger students were assigned group/ensemble parts. Once a child reached 3rd grade however, they began to audition for speaking and singing roles in front of a casting panel of judges.

As a boy who leaned more act-y and less sing-y---a boy enchanted by the slice of Americana provided by reruns of "HeeHaw," for both his 3rd grade audition and 4th grade audition, he sang humorous nuggets from that nostalgic show.

When 5th grade---the final year in elementary---rolled around, Darren decided to stray from his "tradition" and sang the Sammy Davis, Jr. classic, The Candy Man. The team of casting judges, familiar with his HeeHaw auditions in previous years, chided him a bit afterward,"We were expecting more HeeHaw." Without missing a beat, he began singing, "We loved the time we spent with you, to share a song and a laugh or two. May your pleasures be many, your troubles be few..."

My quick-thinking little actor ended up getting a great role for that very special final elementary production, The Wiz.

Peeks back at my precious performer warm my heart this mid-week.
(Knowing I will get to see him in his first dinner theatre work this weekend is doubly warming!)

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Monday, November 28, 2016

His and Hers

Not He-Twin's and She-Twin's---their dad's and mine.

This past Saturday night, Darren was off catching a musical performance; Sarah was off catching a movie. Once dropped at their respective social events, Double Daddy and I had a full three hours before pick-ups were needed; a dinner date seemed in order.

We are raising fifteen-year-old twins...double the good fortune!

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Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Way Back When-esday - Everyone Makes Mistakes...

...the Thanksgiving Eve episode.

Way back when, when Darren and Sarah were wee one-year-olds, I made a classic maternal mistake---one I've remembered each and every year on this day since.

Excerpted from Twinspiration: Real-Life Advice from Pregnancy through the First Year and Beyond, the self-exposing chapter entitled "Everyone Makes Mistakes," enjoy...and feel better. We all make mistakes...some bigger than others.

Dateline: November 2002 
Twins’ age: 14 months 

Thanksgiving grocery shopping.  Using the “push-double-stroller-with-one-hand-in-front, while-pulling-grocery-cart-behind-with-other-hand method”, we complete our Thanksgiving grocery shopping on Thanksgiving Eve afternoon.  The bag-man at Food Lion, in every effort to be helpful on this busy shopping day, offers to bring my cart to the curb once I have loaded the babies in the car.  After his continued insistence, I go along.  Pulling up to the front of the store, the bag-man is no where to be found.  Not wanting to honk, I turned off the car to wait.  Finally, realizing he has no doubt forgotten, I decide to pull directly in front of the automatic door, crack the back car windows for the babies, and run in the door quickly to signal the man for our cart.  Better lock the car doors.  Don’t want the gifts for which I am most thankful to be at risk even for a few seconds.  As I shut the car door, I see my keys.  In the ignition.  Ugh.  Signaled for my groceries, and for a call to the police, alerting them to my “two infants locked in the car” faux pas.  The crew at Food Lion was fantastic, and far more panicky than I was.  Needless to say, the babies were fine.  We made goofy faces at them from the outside (as I usually do), so nothing seemed out of the ordinary to them.  Another employee owned a similar model car, and offered to “break in” mine as he often did into his.  After being told the wait was upwards of 45 minutes for the auto locksmith, this young, gallant  Food Lion employee had us in our car within 5 minutes.  Knowing the time, anguish, and money he had saved us by his feat, I was desperately trying to shove cash into the young man’s hands.  His response?  “Buy something nice for the babies.  They’re cute.”  My faith in Generation X was thoroughly restored.  However, upon recounting this tale to hubby, it took a while for his faith in Mommy to be restored. When this car died a few months later, we purchased a used Volvo station wagon. In addition to the incredible safety rating, an undeniable selling point was that you cannot lock yourself out of the car.   
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