Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Basketball trash talk Middle School style

Overheard in our car...

Brunette Twin:  "The coach told us to trash talk the other team to try to get them to miss or distract them."

Mom:  "Really? What are you supposed to say?"

Brunette Twin:  "Things like your breath smells bad or your shoes aren't pretty. You know, stuff to annoy them"

Mom:  "What did you say?"

Brunette Twin:  "Nothing. I couldn't do it. One girl on our team told another girl that she had nice shoes, though. She couldn't do it either."

It's clear that our team is missing some kind of competitive spirit. They are having fun, which is good because they clearly don't have a grasp of gamesmanship.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

You can't teach tall

The brunette twin tried out for the 7th grade basketball game. It was the first time she tried for anything. She was so thrilled when she made first cuts. When she made second cuts, she couldn't sleep. She screamed in the morning when she logged and learned she made the team.

For the past two weeks it has been all basketball, all the time, in this house. She practices as often as possible. She talks strategy with Daddy. She comes home from basketball practice exhausted and exhilarated.

When she made the team, Daddy said, "Well, you can't teach tall."  He explained that they can teach her basketball skills, but they can't make her taller. Given that she was both tall and athletic, she made the team despite her complete lack of basketball knowledge.

The first home game today wasn't stellar. The team was overwhelmed by the other team. The visitors had a sharp, organized team. Our girls looked like a team that had only played together for two weeks. Our girls lost big.

Still, the brunette twin couldn't stop talking about the game. She was giddy that she played in her first basketball game. She talked about what went right and what went wrong. She replayed different parts over and over again.

Luckily for the brunette twin, the blond twin was suddenly a basketball expert. She was happy to tell her twin everything she did wrong and how to fix it. Eventually they settled into a conversation about the game, rather than a listing of the brunette twin's flaws.

The girls went to the basement immediately after finishing their homework to bounce the basketball and talk about tomorrow's game. Today's game was a loss, but they hoped for a win tomorrow.

Monday, October 3, 2016

Spell check

Overheard at our house...

Mommy:  "Girlie, you need to look at your poster. Unique is misspelled."

Brunette Twin: "Really?"

Mommy: "Yes, you need a "u" after the "q" in unique."

Brunette Twin:  "Sissy, how do you spell unique?"

Blond Twin:  "U-n-i-q-u-e."

Mommy:  "Really? You don't think I know how to spell unique?"

Brunette Twin: "I'm just checking to make sure you're right."

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Golf girls

The girls and a friend went to a local nine hole golf course to play a round on a nice, Fall afternoon. When they came out, they had lots of stories. My favorite shows that our little girls are growing up, but they still are little girls.

The trio ended up playing between a foursome of high school boys from the local school golf team (at least that's what the clubhouse employee told us when we saw the boys) and another group of boys. 

Not surprisingly, the boys noticed the trio. Their friend, Anna, is an adorable 12 year old with a huge smile. Our girls haven't looked their age since they were in single digits. When I tell people they are 13, people stop as if they have to process the information. The brunette twin is 5' 7" while the blonde twin is 5' 5". Between their height and they way they hit the golf ball, it's hard to believe they are only 13 years old.

When the boys asked how old the trio was, Anna replied, "I'm 12." They said, "We're not talking to you." The boys thought our girls were their age. I tried to explain to our girls that the high school boys were flirting with them. It was an awkward way to start a conversation, but the boys just wanted to talk. 

The girls were horrified that strange boys wanted to talk to them on the golf course. They just wanted to hang out with their friend and play golf. Despite their grown-up appearance, they are still little girls when it comes to flirting with boys. I only wish it would stay this way.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Mine already has vegetables in it

The brunette twin really committed to being a vegetarian. She has learned to navigate a menu to find a decent meal no matter where we visit. Her friends support her vegetarian lifestyle without comment.

At home, though, it's a different story. We still battle with what constitutes a meal. I was standing at the freezer, moving things here and there, talking to Daddy when I said, "We need a vegetable."

The brunette twin quickly responded, "Oh, I don't need a vegetable. The rest of my meal is made of vegetables."

I replied, "Nice try. You cannot just eat one type of vegetable. You need a variety. You are going to eat something besides your vegetarian chicken patty."

She rolled her eyes. We found a vegetable to complement dinner. She ate it, but she wasn't happy about it.

Thursday, September 15, 2016


The girls turned 13 today. I can hardly believe it, even as I type the 1 and the 3. The babies we worked so hard to have and wanted so desperately are teenagers. It seems surreal that we are here already.

The big party was held a few weeks ago. Uncle Steve hosted a pool party for the girls' friends and our family. We were a bit worried as it rained all morning. The forecast called for scattered showers throughout the evening. The weather held for the party. The girls invited ten friends for a bar-b-que and night swimming.

Uncle Steve has a resort-like backyard. His large, L-shaped pool has a diving board, slide and basketball net. The girls kept themselves busy, only interacting with us when they needed something grilled. Otherwise they all kept themselves busy doing this or that or the other thing. We sat on the deck watching the Cubs game, listening to music and talking. It was a wonderful party.

We started this morning with waffles to celebrate the big day. The girls went to school and cross country practice. They came home to a quick dinner followed by golf practice for the brunette twin. The blond twin stayed home to hang out with Erin, who shares their birthday. 

We ended the day at Grammie's having ice cream and cupcakes. Grammie was still recovering from her shoulder surgery so we brought the party to her. The girls had a few gifts to open before coming home to do homework. It might have been a landmark birthday, but it was still a school night.

One gift had a few pictures from our first night at the hospital. Daddy and I were smiling in every photo. We held a baby in every photo. It seemed like such a long time ago, even as it seemed like just yesterday. I cannot believe that our babies are 13. It has been a magical journey so far. I can't wait to see what the next years bring.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

The answer to my breathing problems

For years now I have had a hard time breathing. Given the allergist's long list of things I should avoid, I wasn't surprised that it affected my breathing. Add to that the fact that I am a child of smoking's golden age, when all adults smoked all the time, who could be surprised that I had a hard time breathing.

Today I went to a new doctor. I decided it was time to see a new specialist shortly after I finished the antibiotics for yet another sinus infection. After a thorough exam, the ENT said, "How long have you had your deviated septum?" I replied, "Huh? My what?"

I knew nothing about a deviated septum other than the jokes about women having facial plastic surgery and claiming the bruises were from deviated septum surgery. I came home and immediately started researching. Sinus infections? Trouble breathing? Snoring? Nose bleeds? Facial pain? I have or have had it all. It was as if the Wikipedia entry was written just for me.

Now I know why these problems have followed me all these years. My problem has a name, which is just the first step. The second step is deciding what to do. I could just live with it. There's no long-term issue with a deviated septum. It doesn't get better; it doesn't get worse. I could have surgery to correct it. It's something I will research once I get over my excitement. Yes, I know it sounds strange, but there was a definite relief feeling when the ENT put a name to my ongoing sinus problems.