Monday, December 31, 2018

Uncle Terry finds peace

Sometime around Thanksgiving we found out that Uncle Terry was in hospice care. He had exhausted his cancer treatment options and was in his final days.

It was incredibly sad, but also completely expected. Uncle Terry had been battling cancer for nearly two years. It all started when a stranger found Uncle Terry slumped over in his truck on the side of a St. Louis expressway. 

The news from that first hospital stay was bad. Uncle Terry had stage four brain and lung cancer. He fought hard for more than a year when he was diagnosed with bone cancer. Everything was stacked against him.

Still, he fought as long as he could. Maybe it was the soldier in him that kept him fighting. He defied all expectations until his body could take no more. We received the call that he died on Saturday, December 22. 

Between the holidays and the government shut down, scheduling a military funeral took longer than normal. Aunt Mary was able to finalize a December 31 funeral. We all gathered in St. Louis for a really funny memorial service featuring by Star Trek and Winnie the Pooh and Aerosmith. We laughed through our tears. It was a wonderful way to say goodbye to Uncle Terry.

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

And we have a winner!

The girls golf awards event was delayed. At the end of a match, the Varsity coach fell getting into the team van. She drove the team back to the school before deciding that she needed to go to the emergency room. The next day the team discovered that their coach broke her ankle. The original awards dinner was delayed until after the coach healed. 

When the team got together, it was like a reunion. The seniors talked about college applications and senior pictures. The freshman worried about their first finals. The parents wondered how the semester semester went by so quickly. 

The coaches did a lovely job talking about each player. They had special photo albums for each girl. There was a lot of laughing as the coaches and girls told stories.

The coaches ended with two awards. The MVP award went to the brunette twin's partner. She was a senior who mentored the brunette twin throughout the season. We were thrilled when she won. When the Varsity coach called the name of the other award winner, we all clapped -- then it dawned on me. The brunette twin was the winner. 

We were so excited for her. She really really liked being on the golf team. She was thrilled to be on the Varsity team. Now all her hard work was recognized. It was a terrific way to end her first season.

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

I know what I want to do

The blond twin didn't want to leave the hospital. She was fascinated with everything going on. She asked a million questions of the staff. She liked all the hospital action.

We were sitting at dinner when she announced that she wanted to be a nurse. She wanted to work on a pediatric hospital floor. We talked about all the options nursing provided from hospitals to schools to becoming a nurse practitioner. She had a dozen questions for every topic. 

The brunette twin said she still didn't know what she wanted to do when she grew up. I said, "You're a freshman. You have plenty of time. And, let's try to figure out what you want to do without going to the emergency room."

Monday, December 10, 2018

From now on we lie

No one ever looks at the girls and guesses their real age. They have always seemed older than their calendar age. 

When Daddy brought the brunette twin to see her sister before her surgery, they were stopped at the security desk. The officer said, "How old is she?"

It turned out that they were not letting anyone under 18 on the pediatrics floors due to the flu risk. I completely understood the logic. There were children with compromised immune systems on all the pediatric floors. Since the girls started school, we knew that schools were a petri dish of diseases. 

Still, I was angry that the brunette twin wouldn't see her sister before she went into surgery. The surgeon told us that they could talk before surgery. We were all able to see the blond twin shortly before she went into the operating theater. The brunette twin was relived to see her sister. We were happy that they were able to talk.

We were sitting at dinner talking about the day when the brunette twin said she was really scared while waiting in the lobby. She was alone and scared and wondering what was happening with her twin. My heart hurt for her. I cannot imagine what was going through her head.

I looked at Daddy and said, "From now on we lie about how old they are." While I understood the reasons for the age ban, I was not ever going to let anything come between the girls again. 

Sunday, December 9, 2018

I didn't die

When they arrived at the hotel, Daddy mentioned that the blond twin said her side hurt. I replied that she had a tumbling lesson earlier and probably just pulled something.

Before the concert, the blond twin mentioned her side ache again. I gave her some pain killer and she joined the other girls to eat pizza. She spent hours dancing and singing and taking selfies. 

Back at the hotel she ate more pizza and went into her room. About 1:00 a.m., I shut down all the girls. I said, "I'm waking everyone up at 9:00 a.m. so you can eat the free breakfast. It's time to get to sleep." Now, there wasn't a moment when I really thought they would go to sleep. I just wanted them to be quiet so I could get some sleep on the living room couch. 

I heard some strange sounds from her room about 2:00 a.m. I convinced her to sleep in the living room with me so her friends could get some sleep. I pulled out the sofa bed and we snuggled until she fell asleep. When she woke up at 4:30 a.m., she said she was freezing. I felt her forehead; she was burning up. It was then that I realized that she was really, really sick. I said, "Let's get more blankets on you." She said, "Mom, I think it's my appendix. We googled the symptoms." 

She fell asleep and I searched the symptoms. I thought it might have been her appendix, but I didn't think it was really a problem for teenagers. It turned out I was really wrong. The item that really caught my eye was that acute appendicitis was most common in people between ten and 30 years old. The blond twin was a prime target.

She fell asleep again while I texted Daddy to say that she needed to go to an immediate care center. By the time he arrived at the hotel, we decided she needed to go to an emergency room. They went to the hospital in our neighborhood while I stayed with the other girls at the hotel. 

By the time I delivered all the girls back to their homes, the blond twin had been in the emergency room for several hours. Daddy and I spoke on the phone, so I always knew what was happening. I arrived at the emergency room to find that the test results were coming back. The emergency room doctor said it was her appendix and it needed to come out immediately.

She was considered a pediatrics case, even though she was what we considered "fully grown." She was transferred to a pediatrics hospital where the surgeon was waiting when we arrived. The blond twin was in surgery shortly after we arrived. She was out of surgery quickly.

The first person we sent to the recovery room was the brunette twin. She really needed to see her twinnie. I was the second person to see the blond twin. She was sleeping when I arrived. When she opened her eyes, the first think she said was, "I didn't die Mom. I'm ok." She closed her eyes and I cried tears of fear and joy. 

Saturday, December 8, 2018

Jingle all the way

Months and months ago, I bought tickets to take the girls and some friends to the B96 Jingle Bash. I reserved a hotel room near the venue so we could make it an overnight adventure. The girls were so excited about the concert, but they couldn't tell anyone.

Two of the girls going to were not going to receive their tickets until just before the concert. The tickets and overnight adventure were part of their Christmas presents. The day before the concert, the last girl received her present.

There had to be a million and a half messages flying across all their devices. Every detail was under discussion. Our girls were busy making plans with their friend groups and with each other. 

They were all very excited as they arrived at our house. Given all the stuff they were bringing, you might have thought that they were going away for a week, rather than just one night.

At the hotel, the girls settled into their rooms and started getting ready. We had plenty of snack to manage their munchies. We ordered pizza just before heading to the concert. 

I didn't actually watch the concert. I brought a book. I sat on the floor near reading my book while the concert raged in the arena. Once in a while I stepped into the arena to see a specific artist. For the most part, though, I just read.

The girls were ready to leave the concert before the last act finished. They were disappointed with her performance. They were also tired. It had been a long night, and they were ready to start the next part of the party back at the hotel.

Friday, November 23, 2018

Life in color

We took the girls to see Bohemian Rhapsody for my birthday. Sure my birthday had come and gone by the time we made it to theater, but I'm happy to celebrate my birthday with my family at any time.

I wondered if the girls would appreciate the story since they really didn't know much about Queen or Freddie Mercury. As soon as the movie ended, they both started talking about how much they enjoyed the movie. 

I started going down memory lane about watching Live Aid with girlfriends when it aired. I told the girls about how we spent all day in our pajamas watching the concert and singing along. It was a huge deal when it aired live.

The brunette twin asked a bunch of questions before saying, "So did it look different in the movie?" I replied that it was recreated step by step, so it was the same. She said, "No. I mean did it look different in color?" I said, "What?" She said, "It was black and white when you saw it, right?"

I looked at Daddy and said, "How old does she think we are?" He just laughed and said, "You have to put this on the blog."

Saturday, November 10, 2018

Our flower girl becomes a bride

There was a surreal moment when we pulled into the church parking lot. Our flower girl was getting married and our babies were her bridesmaids. 

I gasped when I saw the girls. They were so beautiful. Everyone stopped to tell us how beautiful and grown-up the girls looked. They were immersed in the moment with huge smiles.

The groom's family was dressed in traditional Polish outfits. When we walked in, my aunt said, "Where do we sit?" I said, "What?" She said, "Which side?" I looked at the church. One side was dressed in fancier-than-normal church clothes. The other side was wearing traditional Polish outfits. Clearly she hadn't looked in the church before she asked where to sit.

As the wedding party left the church, I looked at our relatives and said, "You better take a nap this afternoon. You are not ready for the wedding reception. We barely survived the shower. I don't know that we'll all make it through the reception." Everyone laughed, but I wasn't kidding.

We took my advice and went home to relax. We walked Holly. We puttered around the house and then we headed off to the reception, refreshed and ready to celebrate.

Friday, November 9, 2018

It's finally here

Samantha asked the girls to be bridesmaids at Mom's February birthday party. From that time until now, it has been a rush of dress and shoe shopping, a bridal shower and dress fittings. Everyone was ready for the big day, which would be at the end of a fun-filled wedding week.

The first event was the rehearsal dinner. The wedding itself was early in the morning. The bride and groom decided to hold the rehearsal dinner a week early so everyone could eat, drink and be merry until late at night. 

During the week there were calls and texts about last minute plans. The girls experimented with different hairstyles. We brought the dresses and shoes to the bride's house so we wouldn't forget anything in the wedding rehearsal rush. Relatives arrived from out of town. We watched the weather reports to see if the weather was going to get warmer. 

Samantha sent the wedding morning hair and make-up schedule. We realized why the rehearsal dinner was a week early. The girls were going to sit in the chairs at 5:30 a.m. The priest was coming to the house at 10:00 a.m. for a blessing. 

We dropped the girls at the church for the rehearsal. They walked into the vestibule to find a wedding party filled with relatives and soon-to-be friends. We talked to everyone for a few minutes before leaving the girls. 

We had been talking and planning for so long that it didn't seem real that the wedding was finally here. 

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Halloween in high school

The blond twin never really had to decide what she was going to do for Halloween. Her cheer leading practice schedule meant she would be busy until after trick-or-treating ended.

The brunette twin, on the other hand, was making grand plans. We went costume shopping so she could be a TV show character. She arranged to meet friends at our house so they could trick-or-treat by our neighbors. They would all move to the next person's neighborhood to finish the night.

When she came home, the brunette twin was a mix of happy and sad. She had fun with her friends, but realized that she was getting to old too trick-or-treat. She was not happy with she realized that she might not go out again next year.

It wasn't that she really liked to trick-or-treat. It was that she realized that she was growing up, so some of the things she did throughout her childhood were evolving. For a child who doesn't like change, anything that deviated from her normal routine was concerning. She knew it was going to happen sooner or later. In her world, though, later was always her favorite option.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

You never know what you'll find

Holly gets walked twice a day. When the girls attended the elementary school down the block, we'd walk them to and from school. Even though the girls now take the bus, Holly stayed on the same schedule.

I was walking Holly when I turned a corner and saw an neighbor. We talked for a bit, each walking our pets. Mine was a Dalmatian and Great Pyrenees mix. Hers was a miniature horse.  

It might have seemed strange in another neighborhood to find someone walking a miniature horse, but in our neighborhood, it was normal. We walked and talked and laughed until she turned another corner to go home. 

Holly and I continued our walk until we made it home. Tomorrow was another day to find something else interesting happening in the neighborhood.

Saturday, October 6, 2018

How did this happen?

Our nephew married his college sweetheart today. It was a beautiful ceremony. The two of them danced down the aisle after the ceremony. The bridesmaids and groomsmen were smiling the whole time.

Everyone looked lovely. These people I had watched move from infants to toddlers to school kids to high school students to college students to adults were suddenly old enough to start their own families.

The reception was as much fun as the wedding. The dance floor was filled with family and friends. 

I looked at Kyle and Jessica standing with their cousins. I just kept wondering, "How did this happen? When did they get old enough to start their own families?" It was both beautiful and sobering at the same time. The next generation is ready to take control. They will be great at it. 

Monday, October 1, 2018

Ghouls and goblins

We bought the girls a Six Flags season's pass last year. They used it several times this summer, so it was certainly a worthwhile investment. The girls' favorite Six Flags event is FrightFest. It's the annual Halloween party, which features ghouls wandering the park terrifying the guests. 

I mean those ghouls terrify guests. I spend a few hours there every FrightFest because I like to ride the roller coasters at night. 

The girls cannot get enough of FrightFest. They love every minute of the steaming cauldrons, flickering lights and screaming ghouls. I mean they absolutely love every minute of it.

They take whichever friend is willing to go with them. Every, single time they walk out of the gates, they are already planning their next visit. I do not always understand their obsession with FrightFest, but I do enjoy how much they enjoy it. 

Saturday, September 29, 2018

Another homecoming adventure

The blond twin went to her boyfriend's homecoming dance, which was just a week after her own. She was ready to do it all again after having so much fun at her school.

The pattern was the same for the second adventure. A group of friends got ready at the same house. The parents came over to take pictures. This time there was one major difference. The blond twin's boyfriend was the only male in the pictures. Somehow he lucked out and took pictures with all five pretty girls. There is a fun picture with him in the middle and the girls standing around him. 

The blond twin spent the night at a friend's so we didn't hear about all the fun until the next day. She had a really good time, ending the night at his father's restaurant. 

These were the kinds of adventures we hoped the girls would have in high school. We hoped the fun times would continue through the next four years. 

Saturday, September 22, 2018

The first homecoming dance

The run up to homecoming was so much fun. The girls made plans with friends. The blond twin matched outfits with her boyfriend. We ordered a boutonniere. We planned rides back and forth. There were hair appointments, manicures, pedicures and facials. Most of all there was a lot of stress and laughter.  

The girls made plans to get ready with friends. It turned out that all the high school girls went to one house and had a pre-party getting ready. The blond twin went to a friend's house. The brunette twin had friends at our house. The girls changed outfits, did (and redid) their make-up, ate fun foods and listened to their favorite music. 

All the parents showed up to take photos. The girls smiled like models in our backyard. The garden was a beautiful background. Almost immediately after the final picture was snapped, the girls took off their dress shoes and put on comfortable shoes. They wanted to have fun at the dance, not worry about painful feet.

The blond twin and her boyfriend took photos with her friends at a local park. We divided the photo sessions so Dad went to see the blond twin and I stayed with the brunette twin. When the girls were at the dance, we sat and looked at the photos. It was amazing to realize that our babies were at their first homecoming. 

Sunday, September 16, 2018


When we were first married, we decided to celebrate birthdays and anniversaries by doing something, rather than buying expensive gifts. Lots of birthdays involved dinner in unusual restaurants. One year I took Daddy to a restaurant where they sang happy birthday to him. Let's just say it didn't go well. I never did that again.

Given that this was a big birthday year, I put aside all those warnings and planned a surprise party. Everyone agreed to keep it a secret. Yes, we were planning a surprise party.

Daddy walked into the restaurant with the brunette twin. It was her job to keep Daddy busy all afternoon. When he walked into the private room where everyone was waiting. "Surprise" echoed throughout the restaurant.

The girls were so happy that they were able to pull off the surprise. Of course, it helped that they forgot about it in all the "starting high school" chaos. It was really hard for them to keep the secret once they remembered.

Daddy had such a good time. It was a terrific success from start to finish.

Saturday, September 8, 2018

Here come the bridesmaids

The girls were thrilled when Samantha asked them to be bridesmaids. They loved trying on dresses and finding the perfect shoes. They spent a lot of time deciding what to wear to the bridal shower. 

We arrived at the shower to find everyone already in the room. We lived closest to the hall, but still were about the last ones to arrive. The girls weren't quite sure what to do at first. They had never been to a bridal shower before.

They quickly found friends. It turned out that one of the groom's cousins was both a bridesmaid and in school with the girls. Suddenly they had a girlfest going on.

The shower was a lot of fun from start to finish. As we left, we laughed at how many people tried to give the girls lemon vodka shots. Did we mention that groom came from a large, Polish-American family? There was a lot of food and a lot of alcohol. There was a lot of alcohol.

We talked about the wedding weekend. There was a rehearsal dinner, the wedding, the reception and a Sunday brunch. I was immediately excited and exhausted. Given the party that passed for a bridal shower, I couldn't imagine how much fun we were going to have during the wedding weekend.

Friday, August 17, 2018

Go! Team! Win!

Every once in a while the blond twin would talk about tumbling or cheer leading or poms. This summer she decided she wanted to be a high school cheer leader. We found her a cheer leading coach who gave her some lessons. 

When try-outs came, we wished her well and crossed our fingers. She came know not knowing if she made the team. The next day she let us know that she'd be staying after school for cheer leading practice. 

She was so excited when she came home. She brought a packed practice and tumbling schedule. She couldn't stop talking about her team, the coaches and the other girls. You could tell this was her dream come true. We were so happy for her.

As we looked at the schedule, we were a little less excited. She was a football cheer leader. As we put the dates in the calendar, we realized that she would be cheering in November, when the weather was cold. It could be really cold in November. like bone-chilling cold. We crossed our fingers that this would be the year that cold weather didn't show up until after Thanksgiving and went back to being happy for the blond twin.

Friday, August 10, 2018

Movin' on up

I emailed the golf coach before the girls went to camp. I explained that the brunette twin wanted to try out for the golf team, but would miss the first few practices. The coach graciously emailed that the brunette twin should join the team for practice when she was back in town.

We arrived at practice while the coach was unloaded her trunk. We talked for a few minutes before leaving the brunette twin to meet her team.

When she came home, the brunette twin was excited. The coach told her that she would be starting in all the JV matches this year. It wasn't a complete surprise given that the brunette twin had been taking golf lessons for years. We knew she was pretty good. I pulled up the JV schedule and wrote everything on my desk calendar. 

The next morning the brunette twin came home from a team meeting and said, "Coach gave me a varsity golf bag. I think I'm on the varsity team." It turns out that the coach was impressed with her practice skills and decided to put her on the varsity golf team. 

Daddy looked at the varsity schedule and started laughing. The brunette twin went from playing nine holes twice a week to playing 18 holes three times a week. For her first Saturday match, she needed to be at school at 5:20 a.m. No, that's not a typo. Her arrival time was 5:20 a.m.

We were proud and excited for her. The brunette twin was nervous and excited. All of us were dreading the 5:20 a.m. arrival time. 

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

The long awaited return

Daddy drove down to get the girls the night before camp ended. He woke up the next morning and headed to camp. Once they were all together, the girls called me to tell me their stories. Oh, there were so many stories. They were excited and tired and animated and rambling. It was perfect.

They didn't come right home, so the stories were the most I would hear from them for a couple of days. They stopped to visit Aunt Mary, Uncle Terry and everyone else near them. They had a fun family dinner where they told more stories and gathered more stories to tell me. 

Somewhere along the way, Daddy managed to get a little more back to school shopping done. Our days were numbered when it came to checking things off the back to school list. Any time we could get something done, we did.

People kept asking if I was going to be bored while they were all gone. I guess they forgot that I was working every day and Holly was still keeping me company. In truth, I missed them all, but it was nice to have a few quiet days. 

The few days before school started were going to be chaos from the minute they walked back into the house. A little calm before the storm was just fine with me. 

Thursday, August 2, 2018

Five and out

When we dropped the girls at camp, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't call them. I really wanted them to have fun without me hovering from afar. We communicated via text every night. They told a few stories. We said good night. It was a quick hit communication so we knew they were ok and having fun.

Tonight I texted and said, "Please call me when you can. I need to hear your voice." I made it five days before my withdrawal got the best of me.

The blond twin called pretty quickly. She said, "Oh Mommy, you are so cute." She told stories about her day. We talked for just a few minutes. It was just enough.

The brunette twin called when she arrived back at camp. They spent the day in Nashville, ending the evening with dinner and a concert. 

It was so good to hear their voices. Even when they are away being independent teens, they still need to comfort their Momma. After all, they might be a few days away from high school, but they are still my babies.

Sunday, July 29, 2018

Saddle Up WOW

What seems like forever ago, the girls applied for several horseback riding camps. Girl Scouts has a program called Destinations, which has some of the most amazing travel opportunities. The brunette twin wanted to go away to horseback riding camp. We found three options with different horseback riding programs. The girls applied to all three.

We waited impatiently for the emails letting us know if the girls were accepted to any of the camps. Their third choice came back with an acceptance at the deadline. We waited to hear from the other two. Finally their first choice asked if they wanted to attend. We immediately accepted and sent a deposit check.

Six months later, we were dropping the girls at camp. It was set on a beautiful Tennessee property that seemed endless. The camp director gave us a tour as we were the first ones to arrive. I'm not sure they were quite ready when we showed up.

A generous donor provided the money needed to create the director's dream camp. She was able to work with the donors, architects, builders, etc. from the very beginning. Her vision was amazing.

The bunkhouse had rooms for the girls, camp counselors and camp director. The bathroom was large, new and right across the hall from the girls' bunk room. There was a kitchen, meeting room/dining room and cubbies for the girls' riding helmets/boots. There was also a large room with riding boots and helmets, just in case anyone needed to borrow something.

The barn held 40 horses. We learned during our tour that country superstar Amy Grant donated some horses. The arena was larger than any we had ever seen. It was really an amazing arena. 

We headed to the bunkhouse to set-up the girls' beds. We learned that there were only seven girls who were attending camp. The director said they wanted to do some advance horsemanship so they needed girls who could ride at a high level. 

After we set-up their beds, we toured the barn. A woman whose camp nickname was Blueberry walked us through the barn, explaining each horse along the way. Blueberry told funny stories about each horse. She was so animated that her excitement spread to everyone else around her.

We said good bye without any tears. I almost cried when the blond twin told me she was going to miss us. I managed to remind her that she could call or text any time while I blinked back tears. She didn't see me blinking away the tears, which kept us both from just crying.

As we drove away from camp, we were so excited for the girls. When you apply for camp, all you really know is what you read in the description and see in the pictures. There were some videos showing the camp facilities and horses. It all looked like something they girls would like. It was so much more than we had hoped. Now we just waited to hear their stories. 

Monday, July 16, 2018

A Megapass to Fun

Our annual Friendship Festival marks summer's social high point. The girls make plans for days with friends. They plan outfits, back-up outfits and back-up, back-up outfits. They make arrangements to meet friends, gossip about boys who might attend and plot their ride priorities. 

Four nights of fun whiz by in a split second. This year they went by themselves. We dropped them at a designated location and picked-up everyone at the same spot. There was a rotating group that ended up in the car. The girls were always asking if we could take a friend home. Of course we said yes. 

As the planning and driving and changed plans started to wear on us, I reminded Daddy that we only had one more year of driving. They wouldn't need us soon, so we needed to enjoy this time while we had it. I liked picking up the  girls and their friends. They were always so chatty, filled with stories and teen angst. I hope when they think of these days, they remember the laughter and stories and know that these moments are how childhood memories become family stories.

Sunday, July 1, 2018

Ready, set, GO

Our lives have been a whirlwind of basketball camp, golf lessons, horseback riding, graduation parties, summer concerts and sleep. Yes, somehow the girls have managed to sleep until Noon many, many days. 

When the girls were little, people would tell us that someday they would sleep all day if we'd let them. We always just smiled that tired smile people give when they really don't believe you. Yet, this past year, it really happened.

Some days they only get out of bed because we force them to do it. Some days they get out of bed, go to an activity and then take a nap. It's really funny to watch them talk about how tired they are after sleeping for twelve hours. It's how summer should be for teenagers. 

We recently saw a friend whose daughter is headed to UCLA this fall. She said that she wasn't doing anything this summer. She was sleeping late, hanging out with friends and sleeping some more. As she rightly pointed out, the summer between high school graduation and freshman year of college was her last opportunity to be an irresponsible teenager. Once she started college, she'd be competing for internships, research projects and other "adult things." 

The girls are just starting high school, but we see those things in their future as well. This summer is their opportunity to have fun before the rush starts in a few weeks. 

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Pick a party

With the invitations piling up on my desk, I looked at the calendar for a date to hold the girls' graduation party. Our weekends were packed. Most week days didn't look great either. We talked about holding a party during the week. 

We were driving through Yellowstone when I brought up the question again. I explained that with their busy schedule, we were looking at a graduation party in late-July or early-August. The girls always have a birthday party. I said they could either have a graduation party or a birthday party since we were not going to have two parties so close together.

After a bit of debate, they decided to have a birthday party. I told them we'd go out to dinner with the family to celebrate their graduation, so we weren't going to completely let it pass without a party. 

A few weeks later we were talking about their graduation dinner when the brunette twin asked about inviting friends. I explained that she and her sister decided to have a birthday party rather than a big graduation party. She seemed surprised that we talked about this during our vacation.

Dinner was delicious and the girls were spoiled with presents. It was a low-key end to elementary school, with the promise of a big birthday party to come.  

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Our time in the Boise International Airport ends in tears

It was so easy to rent our vehicle in Spokane and so hard to return it in Boise. By the time we finally returned the vehicle, we were tired and hungry. It had been a long drive from West Yellowstone to Boise. At this point, we were tired of long drives.

The airline counter clerk was delightful. We checked our luggage and headed to lunch. After a quick lunch -- during which we all charged our devices -- we headed towards the gate.

It was chaos at the gate. A flight to Denver had mechanical problems. It was cancelled. The customer service staff had long lines of annoyed people. Many people would have to spend the night in Boise. Many people were going to miss their connecting flights. And then there were the unaccompanied minors.

There were five or six teens talking to airline staff at the gate. They were travelling from camp together to Denver where some would stay and others would catch connecting flights. The staff was trying to figure out what to do with these kids. They couldn't stay in hotels by themselves overnight. They couldn't get them all on the next flight to Denver. 

I was thinking about what we would do if the girls were in that situation when I walked back to the Boise Public Library outpost. The girls were there charging their devices and talking with friends. As I walked into the space, the blond twin looked at me with tears in her eyes. A friend's father had died suddenly. He was only 44 years old. The brunette twin looked shocked. 

We spent some time talking about what happened and how to comfort their friend. We boarded the plane knowing that there were certain to be some hard days ahead. It was certainly not the ending we planned for our wonderful vacation. 

Monday, June 18, 2018

Yellowstone National Park

The drive between Glacier and Yellowstone was long. We knew it was going to be a long day, so we didn't schedule anything except the drive. Once we arrived in West Yellowstone, though, Daddy and I couldn't wait to explore.

We moved into our hotel room (and with all the stuff we have, it really is like moving) before taking off to explore. The girls were quite happy to stay in the hotel's gaming room. 

The hotel was really close to the park's gates. We were excited to be so close to the park. It wasn't until we entered the park and saw the map that we realized we weren't all that close. Oh, we were close to the gate, but the things we wanted to see were a drive away. About 30 minutes after we entered the park, we arrived at our first stop.

Yellowstone National Park is known for its geysers. A guide said it was the second most active geyser site after New Zealand. The geysers were really cool. From the Old Faithful spectacle to the smaller steaming sites, geysers lived up to the billing.

What we found really fascinating were the other natural wonders. From paint pots to hot springs to the colorful pools, everything had this strange, other-worldly quality. The geysers sent up smelly steam filled with sulfur. It created a hard, white crust on the ground around each geyser. This crust was almost a chalky color. In places the crust extended for miles. It was a really interesting and spooky effect.

We traveled both the upper and lower loops. The two sides were quite different. The one side had amazing geysers, paint pots and hot springs everywhere. The other side had more wildlife, waterfalls, a gorgeous canyon and a super volcano. 

We saw different wildlife quite a bit closer than we expected. We always kept a safe distance, despite our fascination. We didn't even have to work hard to find wildlife. We would be driving from one place to another when we would see cars parked along the road. This was a sure sign that something was there. We saw several male Elks, buffalo herds, foxes, wolves, mule deer and more. 

What didn't we see? Bears. We drove through multiple states and two national parks where bear training was shared at every turn. We never saw a bear. 

Yellowstone was everything we hoped and more. From the beautiful hot springs with stunning colors to the fabulous buffalo herds, we made memories for a lifetime. 

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Glacier National Park

We try to plan a vacation as soon as the girls are out of school. Their school year ends just before Memorial Day, which is earlier than most school districts. This gives us a small window to vacation while things are still relatively off-season. 

We talked about going to Glacier National Park and Yellowstone National Park last year. We were doing a little research when we came across a pop-up window saying that reservations for 2018 were available for all in-park hotels. We quickly discovered that all the hotels were booked -- a year in advance. We made reservations at hotels outside the park as soon as we could to make sure we had places to sleep. 

After a day in Spokane, we drove to the park's west entrance. We put on our hiking boots and headed into the park. Our first views were very pretty. We couldn't wait to start seeing the wildlife advertised in all the brochures, except the bears. We wanted to see a bear with the same intensity that we were afraid to see a bear. 

Our scheduled horseback ride was a disaster. It was pouring rain that morning. I called the stable, and they reminded me that they rode in all weather. When they said "all weather," it didn't occur to me that they would ride in a rainstorm. By the time we were on the horses and heading towards the trail, the rain slowed. It stopped for a few minutes and we thought that the ride might improve. We were wrong. It started hailing. It was loud when the hail hit our helmets. We were soaked to the bone. It was cold. We were scheduled for a two hour ride, but when the guide offered to end the ride at one hour, we jumped at the chance.

We spent the next two days on Glacier's east side. It was stunning at every turn. We took a boat ride at Two Medicine lake and hiked to a few waterfalls. We saw some mountain goats way up on the mountain. We heard interesting stories. We went to St. Mary's Lake for more hiking. It was stunning at every turn. We couldn't believe how beautiful the entire day was more than we imagined. 

Our final day found us Many Glacier Lakes. We arrived early to enjoy the gorgeous surroundings. For days we had a running joke about how I wanted to see a moose. Daddy came into the gift store and said, "There's a moose and her baby that hang out near the hotel." I thought he was kidding until we went outside and saw the moose across the lake. 

We boarded our boat tour, which was quite different from the previous tour. On this tour, we started on one lake, hiked about 1/2 mile and boarded a boat on a second lake. Knowing that it our last day at Glacier, we savored every moment. The tour guides were terrific story tellers. The scenery was breathtaking at every turn. 

As we returned to the first lake to head back at the end of our tour, my moose returned. She swam across the lake, walking out of the water near a camping ground. We didn't see her after that, but I like to imagine she walked through the camp ground shocking and delighting campers. It was a perfect ending to our trip, which shocked and delighted us at every turn.

Friday, June 1, 2018

And then it was over

The last week of school was a whirlwind. The girls spent one day cleaning out lockers, returning school equipment and signing yearbooks. 

We spent weeks planning for the Eight Grade Dance. I took the girls dress shopping one Saturday. I was so excited when we entered the mall. What was better than taking my babies dress shopping? After four hours and too many stores, I was thinking off all the things I'd rather spend time doing. 

The blond twin found her dress first. It was a two piece outfit with a sequined top and a pink satin skater skirt. She decided to wear gym shoes with it. She told me that the girls decided to wear gym shoes. 

The brunette twin found her dress after trying on dozens and dozens of ball gowns. The brunette had a clear vision for her Eight Grade Dance dress. She wanted a long gown. By the time she was done, she had a beautiful, colorful mermaid gown with sparkly pumps. She declined to wear her tiara, though. 

As we stood outside the school watching all the students arrive, we marveled at how grown up they were. We knew some of these kids since they were in preschool. It was so much fun to see them in their awkward, nearly-grown, teenage phase wearing their dance outfits. The girls were more formal than the boys, who tended towards dress pants, dress shirts and interesting ties. 

The next day they went to Six Flags. The eighth grade trip was something they talked about the entire year. They spent hours talking about which roller coasters to ride in which order. They plotted a course that let them ride everything they wanted. The girls came home giddy and hungry and tired. The day was a smashing success.

They went from Six Flags to graduation day. They went to their soon-to-be high school just to practice the ceremony. We returned several hours later to watch them cross the stage. It took about an hour from start to finish. The class stood up, moved their tassels to the other side of their caps and it was over. They were graduates ready to embark on their high school adventures.

Saturday, May 26, 2018


We knew the girls birthday triplet, Erin, was moving at the end of the school year. When the plan percolated to host a surprise party, we needed a cover story. Luckily for us the cover story was easy. We told Erin that we were hosting the girls' 8th grade graduation party early so she could attend.

Party planning was moving along when I looked at the calendar. I immediately grabbed my device and texted Erin's mom. I kept saying the party was going to be on Sunday because we had a wedding Saturday night. When I looked at the calendar, I realized that the wedding was Sunday, so the party had to be Saturday. Once Erin's family agreed to make the change then we moved the planning along. Crisis averted...whew.

Abby, Ally and Anna spent the afternoon decorating. There were balloons,  Silly String, streamers, paper flowers, glow necklaces and more. After all Erin's friends arrived, we decided on a code to let everyone know she was there. 

I waited on the driveway for Erin to arrive. I tried to look like I was just working on the front garden. When Erin arrived, we walked towards the patio. I said, loudly, "Can someone help me with the cupcakes?" This was supposed to be the signal that Erin was coming. The problem was that the teens were having so much fun that they were really not paying attention. They were too loud to hear me.

Erin turned the corner and stared. There were a few people she didn't expect to see at the girls' graduation party. It took a minute for everyone to realize she was there. When the teens realized Erin had arrived, they yelled "SURPRISE."

The party was a big success. The teens hung out, ate, hung out, ate and hung out. It was a great way for everyone to celebrate Erin, even as they realized it was a going away party. 

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

The last note

The girls complained about their band uniforms for days before putting in on for their final band concert. You could not really blame them for not wanting to wear it. Their uniforms were basically black tuxedos with long sleeved, white shirts. They even had a bow tie. 

They performed beautifully. You could really see their musical growth. Their band performed with big smiles. It was their final middle school concert. Some of them signed up to perform in high school. Most decided to end their band career after this concert.

There was still one more band event. The annual band banquet was just a few days after the final concert. There were a lot of awards and stories. At one point the girls' band teacher gave the Lifesaver Award. It was for students who stepped up to help the band. She talked about how great it was that these students were so willing to step up and fill in so the band had good representation of different instruments.

From the microphone I heard her invite the twins to the stage for their awards. I was talking to someone and wondered about the twins. It wasn't until I saw our girls on stage that I realized who the twins were. 

Until the teacher started thanking them for changing instruments, I nearly forgot that they did make the change. Of course, they changed between sixth and seventh grades, but it was still nice to hear them acknowledged. They worked hard to learn their new instruments. It was unexpected and well-deserved.  

In just a few days, they followed a fun concert with some recognition for their teamwork and hard work. If it truly was the end to their band career, it was a great ending.

Sunday, May 6, 2018

Confirmation weekend

The girls spent two years with their confirmation class. They went from strangers who were about the same age to friends who had learned so much about themselves and each other.

They had a two day celebration to end their confirmation journey. Saturday's celebration was an iConfirm service. Sunday was the formal service with Bishop Lee presiding.

The entire class dreaded Saturday's service. Each student was called up to teach the congregation. They spent months memorizing a psalm and considering why it was important to them. They waited nervously for their names to be called. 

Father Dave sensed their nervousness and used it to great comic effect. As one confirmand left the alter, he stood, smiled and looked at the congregation. He paused before calling the next teenager to the alter. The first few times he called a name, everyone who wasn't walking up the aisle let out a deep breath. They were relieved that they didn't hear their names. 

After the first few names, the confirmands started holding their breath. It was a mix of not wanting to hear their names and really wanting to get it over. The blond twin was one of the first students called. She recited her psalm and explained why it was important to her. She sat down with a big smile on her face.

The brunette twin was so nervous every time Father Dave stood up. Student after student after student walked to the alter while she waited for her name to be called. As more students went ahead of her, we all started laughing whenever her name was not called. Aunt Sue-Sue, Uncle Steve and Aunt Reenie sat in the pew ahead of us. As more and more students kept going before the brunette twin, we all started laughing behind our bulletins. 

The brunette twin was so relieved when Father Dave called her name. She walked up to the alter, taught her lesson and came back to the pew with a big smile. She looked at the remaining three confirmands with pity as they waited to hear their names. She settled into her pew to listen to their lessons, so happy that she completed her piece.

The next day was a formal service with Bishop Lee presiding. The confirmands spent time with the Bishop. He talked to them about being a bishop and how he viewed confirmation before answering questions. We could hear the teens laughing during their time with the bishop. 

The Sunday service had all the beautiful music, soaring words and memorable moments we expected from confirmation. Still, it will be the Saturday iConfirm service that we'll talk about when we reminisce about confirmation weekend. The teens really came into their own as they told their stories. We laughed and cried and smiled as they took their steps towards adulthood.

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

The Principal's Breakfast at last

In the girls middle school students who received all A grade for a quarter were invited to the principal's breakfast. This event takes place in May, so you had to get all A's in one of the first three quarters.

The girls talked about the breakfast during sixth and seventh grades. They had lots of friends who attended one year or both. At the beginning of eight grade they decided that they wanted to go to the principal's breakfast.

The blond twin achieved all A's in the second quarter. The brunette twin achieved all A's in all three quarters. We received an invitation to attend the principal's breakfast.

It was a lovely event with a large buffet and a selfie background. The girls and their friends spent a lot of time documenting their fun. The principal gave a nice speech before introducing each student. Parents spent a lot of time photographing their children on the risers with the certificates held proudly in front of them. 

It was another sign that we were really racing towards graduation. The principal's breakfast was the last thing on their "must do before we graduate" list. 

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Twenty and counting

Every year on our anniversary I walk through the day remembering exactly where I was at that time on our wedding day. I spent the morning telling the girls what I was doing at that moment twenty years ago.

We officially celebrated our twentieth anniversary at Tidepools on Kauai. Sure, it was an early celebration, but how often can you celebrate your anniversary eating a world-class meal in a stunning, romantic location? 

We planned to take the girls to Wishbone. We had one of our first dates at Wishbone, so we wanted to take the girls there. Our plan fell through when we realized that between the girls' after-school activities and work, we really didn't have time to go downtown for dinner.

A new, local restaurant received good reviews so we took the girls there. We celebrated with Indian food and ice cream. We told stories and laughed and ate really good food. It was a great way to celebrate a momentous event.

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Bridging the gap

Overheard in our car...

Brunette Twin: "I want to take a year between high school and college."

Mom:  "You want to take a gap year? Why?"

Brunette Twin: "I want some time to make some money and travel. A break before I go to college."

Mom:  "You need a break before you go to college?"

Brunette Twin: "Yeah. It's stressful to be in school all the time. I want a break from school before college. After college I have to get a job and then I won't have any fun any more."

Mom:  "Well, that's true. Nothing fun happens after college. Look at us. We never go anywhere or do anything."

Monday, April 16, 2018

#MarchForOurLives brought democracy to life

This was originally posted on The Chicago Moms

When people ask what it was like to attend the March for Our Lives, I always say that it was cold — really, really cold. Even with all our cold weather gear, we were cold. After we laughed about the weather, I told people what we saw as we walked to the rally with thousands of other people.
There were students of all ages holding signs and chanting. The adults admired the students’ creativity and commitment. Medical professionals in white lab coats stood together. Church groups took pictures in front of the crowds. People stood and clapped as the Majory Stoneman Douglas Chicago alumni walked by with a banner announcing their school pride. Street performers entertained the crowds headed towards Union Park.
It was an amazing mix of people who came together to share stories, support the student organizers and take a stand against gun violence. The rally before the march brought all these people together to hear students from across the Chicagoland area tell their stories.
The student speakers spoke of experiences unique to their generation. Trigger Warning, an award-winning poem, was performed by four Hinsdale Central students — Ellie Pena, Amani Mryan, Kai Foster and Ayana Otokiti. Caitlyn Smith, a 12-year-old Chicago Heights girl, spoke about her brother’s death outside her former Englewood home. Eduardo Medel, Jones College Prep and Young Urban Professionals representative, talked about how gun violence touched him when he was very young. Jalen Kobayashi, Whitney Young High School, read his poem about Chicago called, “The Zoo.”
Each speaker was a stark reminder that their school experience was dramatically different from my own. When I was in elementary school, we did regular tornado drills. We ran into the halls, kneeled on the floor, put our heads against the lockers and put our hands on our heads. We stayed there until a teacher came by to correct our posture so we’d be safer if a tornado hit. Our daughters have mastered very different drills.
Our girls were very young when Sandy Hook happened. We were discussing how to tell them when they came home from school. They already knew what happened. Some of the older students had mobile devices. Their parents contacted them to make sure they were safe. The kids followed up by reading news reports. Teachers at the school went into lockdown — or what passed for lockdown at that point.
Our children have never known a world in which students were not killed in mass shootings. These events became part of their world when they were young. Now they are well-versed in ways to keep a shooter out of their classroom. It’s a terrible skill to master.
I asked our daughters if they wanted to attend the #Chicago March for Our Lives. They immediately said they wanted to do it and they wanted to bring friends.
There’s a saying on a Chicago History Museum wall that stuck with me from the moment I read it. “Democracy has to be born anew every generation, and education is its midwife” (John Dewey). I took the opportunity to talk about democracy as we planned our participation. We talked about the importance of listening. They didn’t have to agree with everything they heard and saw, but they did need to allow everyone to speak. They needed to consider both sides of an issue before making up their minds. They needed to allow for the possibility that new information might change their opinions. Mostly, we talked about the importance of participating in the democratic process. If we did not participate, then we allowed others to make decisions for us.
There were pro-gun advocates at the rally. They held signs, passed out materials and talked to rally participants. Most people walked by without acknowledging the counter-protestors. Others stopped to talk. It was a peaceful co-existence of differing opinions. It was exactly what democracy should be with two sides debating ideas in a public square.
There are many opportunities for families to get involved. There is a March for Science on April 14. The Chicago event, Speak Up For Science, happens at the Field Museum from 1:00 p.m. until 4:00 p.m. This is the follow-up to last year’s March for Science, which we attended with a vet student friend. If science isn’t your passion, how about the Tax March? The national day of action is Sunday, April 15.  There are events happening from April 9 – 19. Chicago and Downers Grove events are on the calendar.
How will  your family renew democracy? It is important for parents to teach children how to renew democracy. Our children are on their way to being our leaders. Let’s make sure they know how to use the gifts democracy creates.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Blue Apron is teaching our daughters to cook

This was originally posted on The Chicago Moms

Blue Apron sponsors two of my favorite podcasts, so it was just a matter of time before I subscribed. Since one of our daughters became a vegetarian, I often struggle with meal ideas. One of Blue Apron’s appeals was that they found the recipes, sent the instructions and proportioned the ingredients. What I didn’t expect was how much our daughters would like cooking the meals.
When the first box showed up, our daughters were excited. They choose the meals, so they knew what was in the package. They immediately decided that they were going to make dinner. I made them say it twice since they had never offered to make dinner before.
They chose a 30 minute meal and started sorting ingredients. It took them about 30 minutes to get organized, which was probably not what Blue Apron had in mind when created the instructions. The girls worked together to wash, chop, saute, dice and bake our dinner.
It was delicious.
For years we have been teaching our girls to cook. I always said that one day they were going to have to know how to cook. They mastered a few things like baking muffins and cookies. They took random ingredients to create terrific smoothies. Until we subscribed to Blue Apron, we could not get them to make dinner.
It might be the idea that they did not have to ask us for any help. Our girls are teenagers, so any time they asked for help, they treated it like a huge failing. It might be the idea that they have been talking more and more about going to college and living on their own. Maybe making Blue Apron meals in our kitchen made them feel like they were testing their independence.
Whatever it was that drew them to Blue Apron meals, we’re happy about it. The last time we were in a grocery store, our daughters recognized some of the Blue Apron ingredients. They bragged to their friends about making a roasted fennel pasta. Even though we’ve served fennel before, I doubt they recognized it when they were chopping it. Now that they have used it in a meal, they talk about fennel like it was an old friend.
We don’t have a weekly subscription because our lives are just too busy some weeks to even think about cooking dinner from scratch. Those are the weeks that we make a bunch of food Sunday afternoon and reheat all week.
When we do have time to cook, we simply turn over the kitchen to our daughters. Watching them develop their culinary skills has been a wonderful bonus from our Blue Apron subscription.

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Downs she goes

The blond twin has been so excited about her eighth grade track season. She attended track camp at the local high school, ran cross country in the fall and practiced at the health club. 

We sat in the bleachers, ready to cheer on the blond twin. She started her first race, hurdles, quickly. She was in first place when her toe clipped a hurdle. It went down and so did she. You could hear the crowd gasp. It was a hard fall. It looked bad.

I ran down to the field where she sat on a bench. The blood running down her leg was frightening. There was a lot of it streaming from different cuts. I could see that she skinned her knee from top to bottom. There was blood down her shin where she skinned it. It was hard to see if there was any bruising under the blood.

The school's athletic training cleaned the wound and bandaged it. She clenched her teeth and tried not to cry. The bench was directly across from the spectator bleachers. Everyone who watched her fall was now watching her receive care. 

Other girls kept coming over to check on the blond twin. She was embarrassed by the attention. She was mad that she fell. She talked to everyone, but not willingly. 

We wanted to leave after her knee was taped up. The weather switched from bright and sunny to cold and dreary. A few rain drops fell. We really wanted to find some warmth. The blond twin wanted to stay. She didn't want to leave her team, even if she was not running the races.

The blond twin alternated between being happy for her teammates, mad that she fell and jealous at their results. Her relay team placed first. She was happy that they did so well, and mad that she wasn't part of the victory. 

We finally made it home, where she spent her time texting with friends about her injury. Word of the bloody mess that passed for her knee traveled quickly among her friends. They wanted to know all the details. Before the trainer cleaned the wound, I suggested that she take a picture. The blond twin glared at the time, not interested in documenting her fall. It would have been a great way to explain what happened. I'm not sure any words can adequately explain how gory her leg looked right after the fall. 

Monday, April 9, 2018

Grown up problems

The blond twin has a friend whose parents are getting a divorce. She came back from their house today in tears. It seems that her friend told the blond twin some terrible stories about what is happening between her parents. The blond twin came home with plans to help and concern for her friend.

On the one hand, I was proud of the blond twin. She saw a problem and came up with a way she could help. On the other hand, I was angry.

I understand the girls are teenagers now. I realize that we cannot protect them from things like their friends' parents getting divorced. I really do not think, though, that there was any reason for the blond twin needed to know every detail of her friend's parents divorce.

I have always lived by the belief that children do not need to carry the weight of grown-up problems. Today was a reminder that the girls are getting older, but they are still not old enough to deal with adult issues.

Saturday, April 7, 2018

Who is in the driveway?

We were making breakfast this morning when the brunette twin looked out the window. She was looking for Daddy as the biscuits were about to come out of the oven. She came back and said, "Why is there a truck and a trailer in the driveway?"

I brushed off her question with some vague comment about how the truck probably belonged to one of the contractors working on the two new houses across the street. We've had trucks turning around in the driveway for months now. The two houses were having the yards leveled and black dirt put down.

A few minutes later, we heard Holly barking. The brunette twin said, "Daddy's talking to the guys." We were putting breakfast on the table when Daddy came in and said, "The siding guys are starting work today."

I said, "What?"

Don't get me wrong. We contracted to have our house resided a few weeks ago. The weather had been crummy ever since then. We didn't expect any work to start for a least another week.

The contractor said that he looked at the forecast and decided to take advantage of the good weather when he found it. The old siding started coming down just a few minutes later. We don't know when the new siding will go up, given the weather forecast, but we're ready when the weather is ready to cooperate.

Sunday, April 1, 2018

Easter brunch and bowling

Last year we changed our family Easter from dinner at Mom's to brunch and bowling. It was so much fun that we decided to do it again.

What's funny about bowling and brunch is the reaction we get when we tell people. Everyone we tell says, "That sounds like so much fun." And, they are right.

When the nieces and nephews were little, Easter was about egg hunts and treat baskets. As they grew up, the older nieces and nephews kept the traditions for our girls. All those things fell by the wayside once our girls outgrew Easter egg hunts.

Now we eat, bowl and laugh a lot. Easter evolved as the children became adults. The memories continue to be made, just in a new place.

Monday, March 19, 2018

Daddy's little helpers

The Ikea delivery truck showed up a little early. We wrangled Holly away from the front door so the delivery team could bring in the boxes. They took the boxes downstairs and left.

Daddy and I went downstairs to stair at the boxes. Somehow our L-shaped couch with the pull-up mattress was stuffed into four boxes. Sure, they were big boxes, but there were just four boxes.

Daddy spent the morning sorting through all the pieces and figuring out the steps. One thing we really liked about the couch was that it had slipcovers. When we pulled everything out of the boxes, I realized we had to iron all those slipcovers. At that moment, I wasn't so happy about that design element. 

When the girls came home, they went downstairs to help Daddy. It didn't take long before Daddy suggested that the girls go upstairs to do their homework. It turned out that their "help" consisted of a bit of work, a bit of bickering and a bit of confusion. 

They did help Daddy here and there during the couch construction. Sometimes they pushed pieces together so Daddy could screw together the two parts. Sometimes they stuffed pillows and put on the slipcovers. It took longer when they helped, but it was fun for them, despite the complaining.

Now when they take friends downstairs, they tell stories about putting the coach together. You would think they built a house given the way they talk about how hard it was and how many hours it took. 

I smiled every time I saw the couch for a few days after it was finished. I also smiled because I realized that we were never going to move that couch. When we sell the house, the couch is going to be part of the deal.

Friday, March 16, 2018

From hospital rooms to the National Junior Honor Society

What a day...

Mom went into the hospital on Wednesday. Her back pain became unbearable. She needed more help than she could get as an outpatient. The doctor proposed a procedure to help relieve her pain. On day three, the procedure was scheduled for 4:00 p.m.

At 3:00 p.m., I arrived at the hospital for the procedure prep. At 4:00 p.m., we were still waiting. At 4:30 p.m., I walked to the nurse's station to as when Mom would be going down to the operating room. 5:00 p.m. came and went. The orderly came by at 5:45 p.m. to transport Mom down for operating prep.

We talked to the surgical nurse, the surgeon, other doctors and other nurses while waiting for Mom to be wheeled into the operating theater. At 6:30 p.m., Mom looked at me and said, "You have to go or you'll be late."

The girls were being inducted into the National Junior Honor Society at 7:00 p.m. I kissed Mom goodbye, made Steve promise to text me immediately with any news and walked quickly to the car.

I made it to the ceremony with a few minutes to spare. I walked into the room and realized Daddy wasn't there. I forgot that he was waiting at home for me so we could drive together. In this case, it worked out that he hadn't let home yet.

When I arrived I saw lots and lots of flowers. It turned out that parents were bringing flowers to their daughters who were being inducted. When I called Daddy to tell him that I was already at school, I asked him to bring flowers.

Daddy arrived with flowers just as the students walked into the room. I sat with my mobile device in my hand. We really tried to put away our devices for school events. In this case, though I just couldn't do it. Mom was in surgery and I was too worried to put away my device.

The text message that Mom's surgery was successful and she was resting came just the girls walked off the stage. The evening ended with good news all around. It was a great way to end a stressful day.

Saturday, March 10, 2018

Life in pieces

Now that the basement is about done, we started planning how the room would work. We already had a television and stand, as well as a table and chairs in the basement. What we needed was a couch.

The stairs down to the basement have a very narrow turn at the bottom. We measured a few ways we might get a couch into the basement. We looked a a lot of options from slipper chairs to bean bag chairs to a sleeper coach. The girls really wanted a couch, so we started trying to figure out how to make it work.

The answer, of course, was that the couch had to come in pieces. This meant that we were headed to Ikea. 

One Saturday night, the brunette twin joined us for a couch hunting trip. Armed with room dimensions and a measuring tape, we looked at multiple options. Did we want two love seats? A regular coach? An L-shaped couch? We measured and discussed and analyzed each option. 

Eventually we found a couch that can turn into a double bed. It was pale pink, which met one of the brunette twin's requirements. She wanted a "fun color" couch. It wasn't the bright yellow coach she really wanted, but it wasn't brown, black or grey.

We not only measured the total coach size, we asked about each box. It was one thing to know that the final product would fit. It was another thing to wonder if the boxes themselves would fit down the stairs. 

We left excited about our choice. The brunette twin couldn't wait to tell her sister about our adventure. One more piece was done. Now we just had to wait for the delivery.