Tricks or Treats

A person should choose a costume which is in direct contrast to her own personality,” states Lucy in the 1966 TV classic “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.”

Your friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man is excited about the prospect of filling his bag w/ lots of yummy candy.

Ignoring her advice, we went for costumes that embraced our children’s quirky natures and hopeful spirits. And what could represent the wonderment of this anything-is-possible stage of their lives more than super heroes?!

Daddy, Granny and I took out all the boys for “tricks or treats,” as the Peanuts kids call the Halloween custom, while “Grumpy Ghose” (what Houston named Grumps in his spooky attire) handed out candy at our house. The twins lasted for about a 1/2 hour of fun, and Houston and all his pals begged for candy just shy of two hours.

“I still don’t get why Mommy keeps putting this crazy outfit on me,” thinks Gabriel the Hulk.

Our neighborhood was packed with children and families, and we visited many festive houses, including one that featured a homemade graveyard with a real, live Grim Reaper guarding the dead and pointing kids toward the door. After getting used to Grumps in costume earlier in the evening, Houston wasn’t frightened by any of our neighbors scare tactics.

What he did have trouble with was keeping up with his candy bag. He kept inadvertently leaving it in people’s yards or on their sidewalks or in the road or in Mr. Trey’s wagon. Houston was having such a ball just being Spider-Man and hanging out with friends that, honestly, candy was his last concern. It took a team effort by everyone in our posse to help that boy retain possession of his bag.

“I’m just starting to walk, but w/ the help of my trusty Super Man cape, one day I’ll fly,” says Zeke.

And being that Houston’s diet doesn’t include much candy and that it takes him about 30 minutes to methodically eat one fun-size chocolate bar, I suppose it wouldn’t have been a big deal if he had returned home from trick-or-treating completely empty-handed.

He only consumed a pittance of the yummy edibles once we arrived home and did so at an extremely leisurely pace … what a contrasting attitude to most other kids (and adults) on Halloween. Like Daddy and I say, he is one unique little dude!

This 4-year-old Dorothy guides & instructs Houston in the proper ways of trick-or-treating.

Click the above photo of a serious and attentive Spidey and his pal, Maddie, to view all the cute pics from Halloween 2009.

Twin walking update: Daddy and I agree that 11/13 is the date that Zeke officially started walking. And yesterday, Gabriel took 4-5 consecutive steps toward Daddy — the greatest solo distance he has completed thus far. Keep up the good work, boys!

Independence Day Every Day!

(Yes, I have co-opted the “Earth Day Every Day” slogan, and I feel darn good about it.) Clan Dillingham traveled to Raleigh to participate in another Tea Party in celebration of “Indy Day,” what we called the 4th of July when explaining the important holiday to Houston. It was hectic, of course, getting all of our hoodlums to the state capital and back, but it was well worth the effort. (Click the pic below to check out all the photos of our patriotic excursion.)

“Tea parties make us tired, Mommy,” whine the boys at the end of our fun-filled day in Raleigh.

In fact, there are 258 Tea Parties taking place in cities all around the country tomorrow, July 17, which are aimed specifically at opposing government-run healthcare. Not sure if we can swing the one happening near us since it’s taking place at noon. I have, however, already called my congressman and senators to share my TTTS story, explaining that it is very likely Gabriel and Zeke would have died in utero should the ever-encroaching federal government have run healthcare during my pregnancy.

The Wheel of Debt game: it would’ve been fun to play if it weren’t so darn true.

I’ve said it before but it’s worth repeating:

  • My 20-week ultrasound on July 8, 2008, showed some “abnormalities,” so my OB referred me to a specialist.
  • Just two day later, on July 10, I was in the specialist’s office and was diagnosed with Twin-to-Twin Transfusion Syndrome.
  • The following Monday, July 14, my specialist performed an amnio-reduction on me, and then I was admitted to the hospital for a few days of observation and testing.
  • By July 20, we were off to Cincinnati Children’s Hospital, after our local specialist referred us to the Fetal Care Center there.
  • The following morning, July 21, I not only had a two-hour ultrasound and then a lengthy fetal echocardiogram, but I also had an MRI.
  • On July 24, I underwent fetoscopic laser surgery. What an amazing turn around!

Revved up on chocolate ice cream, Houston entertains himself with the patriotic ring toss.

Consider:

  • TTTS is a disorder that progresses quickly, so time is of the essence, since 70-80% of twins die without treatment. The lucky few who do survive run an extremely high risk of damage to vital organs and brain injury.
  • There’s a five-month wait for MRIs and CT scans in Canada — a country whose socialized healthcare system our government pines to emulate — but not even two weeks after my TTTS diagnosis, I had a fetal MRI (not to mention the very timely CT scan Zeke had at two months in preparation for his CCAM removal at about eight months).
  • Germany is considered to have one of the “best” socialized healthcare systems in the world, yet the wait for TTTS surgery there is about 20 weeks.
  • TTTS fetoscopic laser surgery is still deemed somewhat experimental and survival rates post-surgery are statistically low. This is surely something the medical advisory panel — the centralized body of about 25 unelected and unaccountable “experts” that would decide who gets treatment, what treatments they get, when they get it, if they get it, who provides the treatment, how the treatment is administered, how long the treatment should take, etc. — would take into consideration when deciding if the risks of the surgery outweighed the financial costs, as well as promoted the “general welfare” (in other words, if they thought Gabriel and Zeke’s lives would serve the the “greater good.”)

Sandwiched in between the big mouths of Capitol Hill — San Fran Nan and Barney Skank — Daddy lets his freak flag fly!

If you feel as passionately as I do about telling government “hands off my healthcare” and “keep your big bureaucratic noses out of my family’s medical decisions,” please call your member of congress and senators by phone today and sign the Patients First online petition.

Or if you are apathetic about the ethical and/or Constitutional problems that a federally run healthcare system would pose, consider how the Obama administration and Congress plan to pay for this healthcare “reform” bill and how that will effect all income-tax-paying Americans … and all while we’re in the midst of a heavy recession and experiencing 26-year-high unemployment. Brilliant.

Easter In the Mountains

Houston kicked off Easter weekend by spending his first night away from home without Mommy and Daddy. Mommy, Houston, Gabriel and Zeke road tripped about an hour away from home to meet up with Grumps at an Arby’s. After getting Houston some grub and a diaper change, and then installing a car seat into Grumps’ Jeep, Houston and Grumps were off for the mountains, and (after a parking lot breast-feeding extravaganza in the back of the minivan) Mommy and the twins headed back to Clan Dillingham. 

Houston dyes Easter eggs w/ Granny.

From all reports, Houston did pretty good being away from home without us, except for the fact that he missed the solitude of his crib. Granny said she and Grumps found Houston tooling down the hall in his PJs, trying to continue the fun times well after his bed time. It took some convincing and major soothing to get him to finally go to sleep in the big bed.

Gabriel soaks in the mountain air w/ cousin Terry.

The rest of the gang got to Granny and Grumps’ house late the next evening. We had planned to arrive much earlier, but packing up all the twins’ gear was a huge pain in the rear … and we still forgot stuff! Thank goodness we had at least a little down time before we had to pack it all back up again and head out on the highway. (Click the photo below to see all the Easter pics.)

Zeke hangs w/ cousin Christy on Easter Sunday.

The next day was Easter and it was an incredibly beautiful spring day. We all went to Granny and Grumps’ church, and Granny gave special thanks to the Lord for His helping to see the twins through all their challenges in utero and as preemies. It’s just so amazing to think that this time last year Gabriel and Zeke were such helpless and dependent little dudes living inside my bum placenta, and now they’re six months old and strong as can be.

Houston plays in the bed of Uncle Tommy’s truck with cousin John.

The twins got spoiled being held by all the family members who came over to celebrate Easter at “the Creek House,” and Houston had a blast hunting for Easter eggs; shadowing John-John’s every move; running up and down the driveway; checking out Terry and Rick’s trout and worm bait; picking flowers for Marley; and doing all the other cool stuff that you can do in the mountains in springtime!