A few weeks ago, friend remarked to Sean about the conspicuous lack of posting here at Twins, Lah? I believe his words were something along the lines of, "It's not a blog unless you actually write". Well, he's correct, so here goes.
What is my excuse for not writing for over two months? First I had to complete my continuing education required for my pharmacist license renewal. This took longer than I anticipated, and by the time I was done in the beginning of December, my mom was about to arrive for a two and a half week visit. Just before my mom got here, my maid did something stupid while we were out of the house and lied three times about it, causing me to no longer trust her. I let her go, and then my mom got here, followed shortly thereafter by my stepdad. We stayed very busy running around Singapore and doing the Christmas thing, while I was looking for a new maid. I found one, but she couldn't start until the 31st, one day before our guests left. A few days before that, I started injecting powerful hormonal medicines for IVF which made me feel like I had PMS times 10 (yes, we're trying for a third, and last, child). Alas, I was not a very nice person when provoked, but I did try to be decent.
By the end of December, I had super-PMS, several blood draws and ultrasound appointments, a new maid to train, and two crazy toddlers who had not been sleeping well due to the excitement of grandparents visiting as well as all of the fun and spoils of Christmas. I had egg retrieval on January 9th, which is minor outpatient surgery, followed by embryo transfer on the 12th (one transferred, three frozen - I've already got one set of twins, thanks). I'm now on different hormonal meds, and I don't feel quite as bad as before, though still not great. We then had friends visit from January 13th through the 16th.
Oh yeah, in the midst of all of this, I became a Twilight fan. The movie was opening here the middle of December, so I decided I wanted to start reading to see what all the fuss was about. It turns out the books are not great literature by any means, and are targeted toward teenage girls, but I became hooked on the story. I had to know what happened, so I read all four books, plus the author's excerpt of the first book written from the vampire's point of view, and then saw the movie. So yes, I have to admit, I could have blogged instead of reading/watching/lurking on fan websites and IMDB, but I do think that my strange Twilight "distraction" has helped me with the stress of the past month.
Okay, enough about me. I know you're really here for news about the boys. Graeme and Liam continue to be an amazing mixture of hilarity, energy, strength, impatience, whininess (okay, that's not amazing nor wonderful), intelligence, and cuteness. Most of time they're great, but when they're tired, they will whine and occasionally pitch fits that will make me think they'll sprout horns any second. Sounds like 2 & 3/4-year-old kids, right? Yes, they will be three in three months! It's hard for me to believe.
I'll finish for now with a few anecdotes and mispronunciations:
I read a Batman story to the boys a few weeks ago, and soon thereafter, Liam would spontaneously say, "I'm Datman!". Sean and I found this particularly hilarious because the moving company we used in Singapore, KC Dat, has a handyman division called Datman. We've used a Datman handyman twice to hang artwork because the concrete walls in our home are a bit resistant to nails and screws. Whenever Liam says that he's Datman, we both think that he needs to pull out his huge drill-powerful-enough-for-concrete and start hangin'.
The boys are sometimes allowed to watch a video when they have been behaving well. Liam calls the DVDs "dideos", which always brings a smile to my face. His cute little voice just gets to me - "I get to watch the space shuttle dideo!", or "I want to watch the Huckle and Lowly dideo today!" They are big Richard Scarry fans now, just like I was when I was little. They have many of his books, and I somehow managed to find six videos of his material here at the local Toys R Us, and for a reasonable price for once. These are among their favorite Christmas gifts.
And now, the best. A couple of nights ago during bath time, Graeme looked at me and said, "I'm big, and you're fat!". Now, I was feeling bloated from the medicines I've been on, but I really didn't think I was that big. Somehow I kept a straight face and told him that it wasn't nice to call people fat, even if they were. I figured it's never too early to try to prevent the embarrassing comments that my kids will likely yell when we're trapped in the grocery store checkout line in the future ("Look at that huge fat lady, mommy!", or some such). Sean was present for the comment, and he managed to not laugh too, though he did crack a smile which Graeme could not see. Is there an explanation for the comment, you ask? I have been telling the boys that they are becoming big boys, so I know where the first part came from. As for the second part, I'm hoping that Graeme overheard me telling Sean that I feel fat from all the meds. Otherwise, he would be a bad little leprechaun, wouldn't he?
Seasons, Again.
7 years ago
