In support of the fund-raiser for mens’ health issues I have decided to shave my beardy-thing off and sport a moustache for the month of Movember. I suppose I will now have to look into how the fund-raining aspect of this process works. I was hoping Greenpeace would not hear about this shaving today, it was some serious old-growth beard I was cutting when I shaved my chin clean. And you know, when we went for our walk today, it was uncomfortably cold on my chin!
So after our exhausting day with the twins yesterday we couldn’t even bring ourselves to make a salad for dinner. We were so wiped out I was sent out of the house to forage for food for us. Being semi-vegetarian this is sometimes a bit of an adventure. Semi-veggie to us means that we will eat fish but we do not eat other meats like chicken, pork, beef and so on. This is not always the case (there was this place in Texas called the Big Texan where they have a 72 oz steak…) but by and large, we like to eat vegetarian style.
Last night I drove up North Road to a sushi place in Burquitlam, a place called Hanano Sushi and Grill. It is a classy looking place and we have had take-out from them before with good results.
Tonight I was hungry so I ordered more take-out than I probably should have. I can usually tell if I order too much food because of the number of chopsticks they put in the bag to go. I guess I had this one pretty close because they only put three pair of chopsticks in the bag.
I ordered the Party Tray A which comes with two of each tuna, salmon, and ebi sushi, california roll, dynamite roll, tuna roll and salmon roll. I also ordered a yam roll and my sweetheart’s favourite, a chopped scallop roll. All pretty tame, North American style sushi pieces.
All the food was delicious; it tasted fresh and was nicely packaged with an eye to the esthetic quality. As usual, the ends of the rolls were far too big to eat as they sat so I rose to the occassion and dismantled them before eating them. Very good flavour!
Located at #14-555 Clarke Rd, near a Scottish store that rents out quilts and across Clarke Road from the Dairy Queen. This is a definite return-to place, especially if we could sneak away for a meal without the kids!
To the individual who emailed me to ask, “How do you come up with all this stuff” the answer is simple; I just go out the front door of my house. This is our life. I don’t think I could make this stuff up if it did not actually happen to us. Welcome to our world.
Story and I are home from our Sunday breakfast at Quan’s Kitchen, our local diner. Story behaved like a little angel this morning saying that the extra hour of sleep made her feel so much more rested this morning. Personally, I thought it just gave her another on-the-hour opportunity to wake up. Whatever it did, she had a very good morning out. Now we are ready to head out in the Mountain Buggy for a stroll. I’m glad for the exercise because I am still trying to lose the baby fat I put on during the pregnancy. After our walk one of the lucky twins will get to go with me and visit Grandma R.
Oh one more thing…before going for breakfast this morning Annalie tried a taste of avocado and seems to have really enjoyed it. It is funny to see the way the twins are developing; Story is much more physically active; she is rolling sideways all around the living room and Annalie barely leaves her blanket. However, Annalie will try different foods and eats from a spoon whereas Story will not eat from the spoon. Interesting to observe.
Some have commented that I seem, well, let’s say, “gruff” with the people around me and the customer service people I encounter. And yes, this is in response to the emails I received re my Sears portrait experience and my offer to have Paul McCallum kick a field goal between the uprights of the next person who says, “Twins? Double trouble!”
Keep in mind when you say this, that like every parent who has gone before me, I am really freaking tired. I have actually literally fallen asleep at, among other places, my laptop station, in the glider chair where we feed the babies, in front of the tv, at work in meetings and so on. Head falls forward, body jerk and then I am awake again. It is a terrible feeling. And please see my emphasis on the fact that this not just me who has been tired from raising babies, I understand that others have been through this before but it is me being honest about myself and my feelings about my situation. I am no super-hero, I try my best and give it all I have but I can be grouchy in some situations.
The night before the Sears shoot we were up every hour for 15-20 minutes each time. And then at 6am the twins decided they were going to throw a pity party that day, and the rest of the day was, exhausting. They would not nap after the photo shoot and they would not nurse. All they would do was wimper and whine…and after several hours of wimpoering and whining I was exhausted. They were wimpering unless they were in their Mountain Buggy and rolling along.
Which is fine except that then we have to be walking. And Caragh and I were both craving a few moments to lie down and rest. Bless her heart though, when Caragh’s father arrived, they went for another walk. I then had time to wash all the used baby bottles, fold the laundry, prep for the next round and then, the glorious moment…I lay down in bed for an entire, silent, uninterrupted 20 minutes of deep sleep.
Then I was awoken when Caragh and the twins came home with a howl and a scream.
So if I am threatening to send a Paul McCallum field goal kick between your uprights, then please understand, I’m just tired and I probably still love you too. Because after all, when I wake up and see my beautiful family, Caragh, Annalie and Story, my heart still sings.
So the tears have stopped, the cries have abated, the twins are in bed asleep and I have a glass of Vino Collapso (wine from a box, surprisingly nice wine from a box I might add) in hand. What happened? Well, first off, we had scheduled with Sears a 10am portrait shoot for our twins. It was to be a Halloween themed shoot, babies in angel outfits with a little wand in hand and wings on their backs. Yeah cute.
10am is typically nap time. Typically meaning every day at 10am the girls are in their cribs asleep. So today we accept the appointment and hope for the best. The best was not the result we ended up with.
When we arrived we enquired about the photos from our previous shoot. A shoot that took place sometime in August. The reply, “Oh yeah, we were going to call you to say they were here.” And then she tries to hand me an envelope with three 8x10s in it. Me with a baby in one arm, and enough gear to outfit an expedition. Thanks sweetheart, my hands are full.
So then we get the angel costumes on the twins. Weird frilly skirts and wings that have elastics that go around their arms. Really cute, really uncomfortable for the girls. So we enter the studio. The “photographer” rolls out the background and we begin to shoot photos. Well we try. She says put the two babies, in these costumes they hate into a basket. The basket only holds one screaming baby. Go ahead and put the other baby on top of the other baby she says.
And on from their, one baby screaming while the other was being soothed, then shoot a couple pics, baby begins screaming, switch off babies, soothe, switch. Shoot.
And then you come out of the studio, the young photographer says wait a couple of minutes while she preps photos on the computer. She does, with all their glossy touch-ups and doo-dads so they look pretty darn good.
We then get to view the pictures and choose the shots we want. And of course the best deal is the package of shots…for $269 but a special deal today and we can have it for…
I snap. Enough of the crying babies, stupid baskets, uncomfortable angel wings and package deals of photographs. I assume the role of the bad guy and say in no uncertain terms, “I am not buying another package of photos, we want three sheets, I trust my sweetheart to choose the pics” and I walk away with the screaming baby I am holding.
Want to spoil a perfectly sunny Saturday? Schedule your twin daughters in for an early morning Halloween photo shoot at your local Sears photo studio. More a little later…after the ringing stops in my ears and I am able to sit down comfortably without weeping uncontrollably.
Funny scene in the house today. Caragh was downstairs visiting her mother (she had a stroke a couple of years back and is paralysed except her right arm and her jaw which never stops moving…I’ll probably hear about this comment, but what the hell…) and I was taking care of the twins in the living-room. Annalie was on her play-mat and I was holding Story when for whatever reason they both went into total meltdown. Screaming, flailing, wailing, tears flowing, the whole bit.
I’m trying to soothe Story and stop her from freaking out and Annalie is screaming like someone is stabbing her with a spoon. I am trying to warm some milk up in the microwave and watching the longest 25 seconds of my life tick by as the twins continue their scream fest.
I’m feeling frustrated (read as supremely pissed off) and wondering where fuck Caragh is when I really need her to help me, after all, what the hell am I supposed to do when both are screaming like maniacs?
She comes back upstairs (remember that show, King of Queens? Doug and Carrie? that show is based on my life and my house). I am just fuming at having been deserted in my time of need. And then Caragh has the nerve to snap at ME!
“Why aren’t you helping Annalie?”
My response is mean and to the point, “How the fuck am I supposed to help her when I am trying to stop this one from blowing up?!”
And Caragh, never one to miss an opportunity to prove a point smiles divinely and says, “And how do you think I do it all day when you are at work?”
At which point my respect for her grows even more, I melt inside a little, ask for a hug and understand her life just a little better. She really is an amazing mother to our twins.
Yesterday I saw the funniest exchange on Facebook.
First mother; “I buy the best educational toys I can for my baby and all they want to play with is the kitchen utensils.”
Next, “My kid loves to play with the cardboard box his diapers came in.”
Final mom says, “My son likes to play with his penis.”
And you know, that penis is the best toy a boy could ever hope to have. It will be with him for life, hopefully. What more could a boy ask for? ahhh…the years of enjoyment that little guy is going to have…
Last night I met with the people behind the campaign called, “Community against preventable injuries”. They provided me with a fact sheet that made my hair curl…its a figure of speech people. Did you know that preventable injuries are THE leading cause of death for British Columbians between the ages of one and 44? Did you also know that preventable injuries claim the lives of more children in BC than all other causes combined?
These are deaths caused by shit we can avoid…or prevent…preventable injuries! Things like texting while driving, kids running out from between parked cars and get smucked by a moving car, unsafe use of ladders, putting chairs on top of tables to reach those high places in our homes. Think before you act! These things can be prevented!
Every year 440,000 British Columbians are injured and another 1200 are killed (like dead man, killed dead…end) by predictable, preventable injuries. If you were able to predict what the 6/49 lottery numbers would be would you act on that ability? Of course you would. So think about the fact that these injuries and death are predictable! You can predict where and when they will occur. So THINK before you ACT!!
Just gotta send that super important text while your on your way to the grocery store? Why not, after all there is nobody on the road…until that kid who is late for school steps out from behind that parked van. You are looking down and…you have shit on more than one life. You could have predicted that situation. THINK.
Preventable injuries and death can be predicted and can therefore be prevented. Save a life, think before you act.