‘Tis the Season

Even though I did the entirety of my Christmas shopping for the kids via the Internet and accomplished it all in just one night, using only three websites and spending way less than what we had budgeted, the holidays are still such a busy time of year. More than not, though, the clan has been a lot more holly-jolly than bah-humbug.

The adventure begins @ Sugar Plum Farm.

As can be expected with the 3 Amigos, there was never a dull moment during our Thanksgiving in the mountains.

  • Daddy and I took Gabriel and Zeke on a hike up the back side of Uncle Clay and Aunt Naomi’s house. After much initial whining and plenty of dramatic falling, our outdoorsy boys eventually overcame and conquered the steep hill.
  • On the windy wagon ride up Sugar Plum Farm’s mountainside, Zeke decided that choosing and cutting a Christmas tree is way lame. There was more dramatic tumbling and lots of crying while Daddy, Houston, Gabe and I picked out “Freddy the Fir.” Thankfully, Zeke recovered once he had his blankie and warm food in his belly.
  • Houston used his first porta-potty while atop the chilly mountain at Sugar Plum. Since both Daddy and son were bundled in bulky winter gear, and only Houston would fit inside, Stephen had Houston stand on the seat for discharge, and then picked him up and shook him over the hole for the remainder of the task — actually an efficient and fairly clean means to an end.
  • Houston and Gabe insisted on taking off their gloves while toasting marshmallows around the Sugar Plum campfire, yet refused to warm up their hands near the flames. Why they seemingly want to run through our home campfires, but wanted to steer clear of this fire is beyond me.

Zeke & Daddy chill behind the Creek House.

After Thanksgiving, Daddy and I implemented the “no more floor blankies” rule with the twins. We had gotten tired of kids constantly tripping on slippery fleece; the blankies acting as dust, dirt and hair catchers; kids crying when they misplace their beloved blankies; battling keeping yucky floor blankies out of cribs; and trying to keep a stash of clean blankies around, which had become just an added burden to my never-endless laundry load.

If they ever need a fix, Gabe and Zeke are more than welcome to cuddle with their blankies in bed. The same rule holds true for Gabriel’s cherished pacifier: an empty baby bottle. But other than those moments of weakness, blankies and bottles are only allowed during nap time and while in bed at night. Thankfully, the transition has gone surprisingly well.

The twins are making great progress with Miss Pat.

  • A few weeks ago, Gabe strung together his first four-word sentence during speech therapy (“More bubbles, Miss Pat”), while Zeke is saying plenty of two-word combinations.
  • Gabe finally said “car,” instead of “brrrrrrrr,” yet he and Zeke still prefer “choo choo” over “train.” I suppose some words are just more interesting as sound effects.
  • Miss Pat is impressed with the twins saying “please” and “thank you” without being prodded to do so. Turns out my heathen boys possess manners after all, although they usually reserve such civilized behavior for everyone other than Mommy.
  • Miss Pat is also amazed at Gabriel and Zeke’s understanding of the alphabet. They probably know about half of their letters and the corresponding sounds, as well as a few numbers between 1 and 10.

Gabriel (left) & Zeke recuperate from their exhausting hike.

The dudes are currently in the throes of hardcore Christmas-show-mania. We own “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,” “The Grinch Who Stole Christmas” and “A Charlie Brown Christmas” on DVD, and the boys are obsessed. You may find Houston reciting dialog to a show (while watching it or otherwise), or Gabe and Zeke gleefully exclaiming “Bumble!” or “Hermey!” It’s fun to watch them get so excited over these holiday classics, although Daddy and I have had to reduce their viewings to a much saner rate of consumption.

The first weekend of the month was Christmas kick-off around the home front. After Daddy took Houston to his first basketball game, we took the 3 Amigos downtown for the city Christmas Parade. It snowed the entire time we were there (accumulating about 1 1/2″ by that night), which made for an even more festive occasion.

Since we were at the end of the parade route and only stayed out in the elements till the kids’ shoes and gloves were drenched, the boys didn’t see many balloons, but they did witness lots of marching bands and a few cool floats. We then hit one of our fave Mexican joints to thaw out, warm up and chow down.

That night, we strung lights on Freddy the Fir with the boys’ “assistance.” Stephen and I opted to decorate the tree once they had gone to bed, saving a few fave ornaments (most Rudolph stuff) that each amigo got to hang himself the next day: recuperation day. After the boys donned Freddy with the remaining bling, we watched “Elf” and drank hot chocolate with marshmallows by the fire. The scene would’ve warmed Norman Rockwell’s heart!

“Let it snow!” say Gabe, Zeke & Houston (L to R) @ the downtown holiday parade.

Last weekend, the family headed out to Houston’s second basketball game. Besides sometimes brandishing his “light sabers” (read: extended index fingers) during the game, Houston has found his comfort zone. I don’t think he particularly loves the sport — he’s much more interested in baseball, football and karate — but Houston seems to like playing on a team, running around with other kids for an hour-plus, and pleasing cool Coach Forrest. Needless to say, Gabe and Zeke enjoyed the jaunt, and had a blast tossing around spare basketballs and causing trouble with the coach’s two sons.

We ended up taking Zeke to the pediatrician for a second time, since his cough had gotten pretty nasty while up at Granny’s over Thanksgiving. The doc sent us to a radiology place for an x-ray, and thankfully, everything came back negative. So, the doc suggested that Zeke take a very small dose of cough suppressant 1-2 times per day, and that seems to have (finally) done the trick.

Last but not least, tonight was an extraordinary time for this domestic goddess. Greg and Merdy’s church offered a four-hour-long “Parents’ Night Out” — free baby-sitting services so that mom and/or dad could get a few things accomplished without lugging around a bunch of hoodlums or just have some kid-free adult time. I did both: a little light shopping (and was the only person relaxed, happy and humming Christmas ditties in Wal-Mart) before Stephen and I dined out on delectable Indian cuisine. What a treat!

Houston, Gabriel & Zeke (L to R) sit proudly in front of the Dillingham tree for 2010, “Freddy the Fir.”

When picking up the kids, we somehow managed to lock the van doors while the car was running and all three boys were buckled up inside. Being the smarty britches that he is, Houston followed my direction, unbuckling himself and then unlocking the doors via driver-seat controls. Consequently, he got his 10th star on our new reward chart, earning back his DS privileges.

Click the top photo to check out all the Thanksgiving fun, the snowy street shot to view parade pics, and the above photo to check out December stuff. Also available are Play Land photos and four humorous pine cone turkey pics at the end of the November gallery.

This blog is dedicated to the memory of Unka Jim. Thanks for the life lessons, the laughs, the love, the libation, and, of course, the buttons, buttons, buttons! We miss you. Rest in peace.

Also, rest in peace, Osiris. A mellow cat, who I adopted in 1992, and was lovingly raised by Gramsey and Papa from 1994 on. Have fun smelling the flowers in kitty heaven.

Ghoulish Good Times

Houston picked out everyone’s costumes for Halloween this year. He wanted to be a scary skeleton and requested that the twins be Super Mario Brothers, with Gabriel as Mario and Zeke as Luigi. (He plays the “Mario Cart” game on Daddy’s Nintendo DS, as well as sometimes watches a cheesy show about the video-game brothers from the late ’80s.)

Intrigued as always, Gabriel (left) & Zeke help Granny, Mommy & big bro carve the jack-o-lantern.

Granny & Grumps couldn’t stay for all the fun, but they helped us get the boys into their costumes. After hot chocolate, we hit the streets with some of our closest neighbors.

Very soon after the festivities began, Luigi (Zeke) only wanted to eat the few pieces of candy he’d gotten and wasn’t at all interested in continuing with the trick-or-treating nonsense. So Daddy and a stubborn Zeke headed home to hand out treats and eat sweets.

“If I could only ride a trike, surely I could score more candy in a shorter time,” contemplates Mario (Gabriel).

Houston the skeleton, who was sticking with the some of the faster, older kids (led by Miss Heather from next door) eventually got ahead of Mario (Gabriel) and Pocahontas (the boys’ good pal, Maddie), who I was pulling in our new wagon. As we made our way up an incline and farther away from home, we inevitably caught up to an increasingly slower, tired Houston.

That’s about the happiest skeleton I’ve ever seen & that was just the first house!

By that time, Gabe was pretty pooped, so I took him home, where we helped Daddy and Zeke with candy duty, and Miss Ruth and Mr. Kevin (Maddie’s folks) took Houston and Maddie around the hood for more trick-or-treating via wagon.

Even though the Houston, Gabriel and Zeke were on totally different schedules that night, it turned out to be a great Halloween, thanks to awesome neighbors, friends and family, as well as perfect autumn weather.

“Hey, pisan … waddya lookin’ at?!?” says Luigi (Zeke), conjuring his inner Italian machismo.

Click the top photo to check out Part 1 pics, which include trunk-or-treating a few days before Halloween at Uncle Greg and Auntie Merdy’s church, and the above shot to view Part 2.

Daddy’s “the Rock”

Before I get to the other stuff, it is most definitely worth mentioning that today is the one-year anniversary of Zeke’s lung surgery.

Our Z-Bird is so big and tough and loud that I often forget his lungs are shy one lobe. Thank God the “yucky,” which is how I described the cancer-prone CCAM to Houston, no longer lives inside our sweet Zeke and instead resides in the safer confines of a Wake Forest University research lab.

Zeke’s love of music & penchant for persistence inspire him to “assist” Grumps in playing the recorder.

The last day of May was not only Memorial Day, but it also marked the end of a stressful chapter in my “chronicles of motherhood.” If you hadn’t sensed in the last blog, I had been feeling pretty overwhelmed and fatigued raising the 3 Amigos — good-hearted boys, but all of whom lean toward the push-your-luck school of thought. It’s like they’re animals (this is “the zoo,” after all), who sensed my growing frustration and weakness and were taking advantage of the situation.

Then it all came to a head when Uncle Greg and Auntie Merdy came to our house to celebrate the holiday. Let’s just put it this way, if I saw some other kids acting the way Houston, Gabriel and Zeke did that day, I would think to myself, “Why on earth don’t those parents discipline their children?” Since we do discipline our boys and it’s rare that they misbehave so badly en masse, Daddy decided our strategy had to tweaked and updated.

As of June 1, we agreed upon and implemented more stringent, consistent rules for the family (both boys and parents included). Now there’s no gray area on what to do and when to do it. The kids immediately responded with more tolerable conduct, acceptable manners and better attitudes, and a happier, healthier household has been the result. And since Daddy is is the one who spearheaded this new positive transition for our family, Houston and I have lovingly given him a moniker: he’s strong, he’s reliable, he’s “the Rock!”

Houston helps Daddy tend to his smoked-pork delicacy for our Memorial Day celebration.

My best sanity-saving idea as of late is to SLOW DOWN! I had become my own worst enemy by constantly rushing. I mean, I was hurting myself rounding corners too quickly, making bigger messes by dropping dishes during clean up, doing tasks in inefficient ways because I wasn’t thinking them through, and always forgetting something important and then having to backtrack for the item. What a waste of time and energy this self-imposed habit had become.

So, my new mantra is “I’ll get to it when I get to it.” There’s always a lot to do, of course, but my new way of thinking and doing helps me keep my cool and gives me a greater sense of control, as well as teaches the boys greater patience.

And speaking of discipline and control, Houston has made it halfway through a 4-day punishment that entails no super heroes, no TV, no books, no puzzles, no Star Wars figures, no Hot Wheels, no playing with brothers, etc. In other words, his harshest sanction to date.

The cause? Houston’s horrific display at his annual eye appointment yesterday morning. I have vivid memories of his tantrum-like behavior at last year’s check-up, but this tirade was so bad that Daddy was forced to reschedule the appointment for this coming Monday morning. Only stellar behavior at the doc will earn Houston “Me can’t” Dillingham back his privileges.

Is Gabriel working his way toward penalty in the time-out assembly line? Nah, he’s just having fun w/ Batman.

 Other tidbits:

  • Gabriel can walk down steps all by himself. Zeke, who still needs assistance, is practicing to catch up with brother.
  • Gabriel climbed up the the tower ladder solo for the first time over Memorial Day weekend and Zeke soon followed suit.
  • Despite his fearlessness of physical feats, Gabe is still scared of the sprinkler (a.k.a. “aqua monster”) and exhibits anxiety when the dishwasher is running.
  • The twins are spending more time in the kitchen. They’re doing fairly well with the off-limits stuff, unlike their big struggle in the living room: the electronics shelf with all of its bright, noisy, buttony equipment.
  • The twins independent eating is progressing slowly but surely. Eating out on the deck during nice weather provides a great opportunity (read: easier clean up with a garden hose) to get them used to dining up at a table with a plate or bowl.
  • Due to their recent headway on the table-manners front, today was the first time I took all the kids out to a restaurant by myself. It wasn’t the worst experience ever, but it wasn’t the best either. Don’t think I’ll be doing that again for a while.

This old pic recently sent to me by Uncle Greg is from Houston’s first encounter w/ Spider Woman.

  • Gramsey and Papa spent the night on June 2, and I helped Papa (finally) put together the swing set Santa brought oh so long ago. Thanks, Papa … the kids are loving their fully-assembled Christmas gift.
  • Since the family is more functional now with the new rules, Daddy and I took the boys out to dinner last week at Hooter’s; we figured it was such a loud place that we wouldn’t stand out. The kids did much better under the watchful eyes of both parents than they did with me today.
  • Granny and Grumps visited last weekend, and I was (finally) able to tend to a major garden project that has been on my to-do list since before I was on bed rest with the twins. See, my “I’ll get to it when I get to it” mantra comes in handy in all parts of my zany life!

    Click the top photo of Zeke and Grumps to view all the June photos, and the grilling pic to see a few new shots at the end of the May – Part 2 gallery.