little patrick

i've sat down to write thisblog at least 16 times.
i don't know how to write. or what to write.

i've said it here before.
the very second you find out you are pregnant with twins,
you are immediately inducted into one of the most loving sororities you've ever known.
other twin moms wrap you up in their ever-loving arms.
you can't understand it at first.
actually, it's kind of weird.
how does this person who doesn't know me that well care so much about my pregnancy?
or my twin my babies?

and then you have those babies.
and you get it.
you're one of them.
you know they understand how hard a twin pregnancy is.
or, at times, how hard a mama worked while she was pregnant to keep those babies in her belly.
for as long as possible.

i realize
i may
at times
appear ungrateful.
partly because i know you all love a good story.
partly because some days i am.

our friends, neighbors, and former classmate, pat and april emrich lost a baby.
his name was patrick. litle patrick. he was a twin.
to savannah.
that makes her a twin mom.
so my heart burns a little more for her.

april is one of those moms who worked hard to keep her babies safely in her belly.
she went into labor at 21 weeks.
she was on 100% bed rest for ten weeks.

ten weeks.

for ten weeks she stayed in bed.
for her babies.
you can't fathom that, can you?
neither can i.
she worked so hard to keep those babies safe. and healthy.
her muscles had atrophied so badly during that time that she couldn't walk.

on november 6, 2008, patrick and savannah were born.
they were nine weeks early.
on november 30th, 2008, sadly, little patrick's fight to survive ended.
you can read more of their story here.

did you read it?
i know.
you'll never be able to imagine their pain.

so here's how i feel,
they are my neighbors.
i want to go to their house multiple times a day and wrap my arms around them and praise them for their strength. and their dedication to each other. and their family. and the march of dimes.

since it would be so awkward for me to randomly pop in and hug pat and april every day,
i am soliciting help from all of you.
so it will be like a bunch of mini hugs.
less awkward for them, i'm sure.

i heard april say a couple of weeks ago "i just don't want another family to ever feel this pain."

after hearing a mother say something so selfless after all the pain she has endured?
it put me into 5th gear.
i want her to exceed her goal.
by a lot.

april is walking in the
March of Dimes: March for Babies
those huge letters are a link to her page.
donate to it.

please.
please go get your wallet right now.
i know it's in the car. or in the kitchen.
and i know it's annoying to walk out there and get it.
but, do it now.
you'll forget later.
and it will be harder to go get it at 3:00 am when you can't sleep and you're thinking about sweet little patrick.
trust me.

you will be changing lives by doing so.
every single little dollar helps.

help April and Patrick fulfill their dream of raising money so one day every baby will be born healthy.

and after you donate to the March for Babies in honor of little Patrick,

come out for the

2nd annual dodge ball tournament.

to benefit the March of Dimes . little Patrick, and the Emrich family.

on april 16th.

the tourney starts at 7:00 and check in is at 6:00 pm.
yeah, i said it. dodge ball.
dodge ball! how fun is that? 
invite all of your "favorite” coworkers and friends to airheads trampoline arena and
and hit them with balls!
on trampolines!
for a good cause!

i know, it doesn't get any better.

how amazing will you feel the next day at work?

the cost is $100.00 per team.

there are five members on each team so it is basically $20.00 per player.

i have my team,

so no.
i can't be on yours.

if we win? which i think we will, everyone will win.

why?

because my husband's company,

lawn lizards landscaping,

will match a $100 entry fee to in honor of Little Patrick and Savannah.

so,

let's recap:

go here to donate to April's March for Babies page.

message/email me to register a team for little patrick's

2nd annual dodgeball tournament.

or,

go here:
team captains can register and pay online at:

www.MarchForBabies.org/Dodgeball:

or:

just donate to april's march of dimes: march for babies in honor of little patrick. and savannah! and the emrich’s!

mkay?

parenting advice

i spent so much time looking for the perfect parenting books while i was pregnant with the twins.

i envisioned dreamy, gauzy days of  picnicking on fluffy clouds. in this vision, the twins were around one and a half years old. we were on a blanket. during the golden hour. the sun was creamily sinking into the trees. we were drinking and eating out of those cute ikea tea sets.
they're glass.
shows how removed from reality i was, right?

so, i'm going to give you some parenting advice. it's real advice. because if your vision is anything like mine was? let me help you, no one and a half year old is gracefully drinking from a glass tea cup. and if they are? it has already been broken in the time it took me to type this sentence.

and if your tot is poised enough not to break it?
skip this. it's not for you. you've done a far better job than me.

the following advice will allow for the best of both worlds....
maintaining your sanity,
properly disciplining your child,
and
more importantly,
looking good in front of judgy mothers.
judgy mothers are like sharks.
they band together.
and they prey on you.
their looks will, and can, penetrate your skin.
penetrate your skin, i tell you!

here goes.

+ pacifiers.
use them. force them. in desperate times use a boob. know that the boob will work 98% of the time. this will be your ace in the hole. try your best no to abuse it.

+diapers.
only change them when they are touching the child's ankle. this saves money and you can avert judgment by stating you do so to be green. it's really important these days to be green. say it like you mean it. with authority. make them believe that.

+meltdowns.
the following will aid in, but, not guarantee the stop of a full blown meltdown.
dance parties: when they cry louder, dance faster and turn the music louder.
baths: baths must have bubbles.
going outside: i opt for locking them outside while i stay inside. only sometimes, though.
target: fyi - target fixes everything, usually.

+alcohol.
if you don't drink, start. if you do? increase your intake.

+crap.
don't buy a bunch of crap.
you need a
crib
pacifiers
diapers
a car seat
and clothes. and save the cute clothes for at least 6 moths and older.
sperrys are the only exception to this rule. because there is nothing cuter than a kid in sperrys.
that's all you need.
period.

+consistency.
consistency is key. always follow through. all the good books tell you that but, they don't tell you how to do it while maintaining your sanity.
here goes: make sure if you threaten time out you are actually willing to get off the couch to put the kid in time out. there is nothing worse than throwing out a premature time out threat and then realizing no money in the world is going to get you up and off the couch for the follow through. realizing you must get up if you want to be a good parent will make you angrier than the original offense.

+food.
i too said i wouldn't feed my child in exchange for good behavior. i lied to myself. you will feed your child even ifit's only for thirty seconds of quiet bliss.
admit this
and accept it.
it will make it easier on your ego when you decide to cross over to the dark side.
now, be smart about what you feed them.
opt for things that take a long time to eat.
always ask yourself what will take the longest, and go with that.

+candy.
the twins did not have sugar until their first birthday.
since then, sugar has become an additional food group in our home.
sugar is only used in extremely desperate times, oh, and also when i am trying to pimp chloe's sweet dance moves out on a crowd.
sugar is the new boob. although I have in desperate times thought about going back to the boob.
that said, if you have followed this blog for more than, oh, i don't know, a day, you know i am desperate daily. so, when you're in publix, and your kids start chanting
"candy! candy! candy!"
make sure you loudly say something like
" babies, mommy gives you candy when you go pee pee on the potty."
please note,
this is not a lie.
if you would have said
"mommy only gives you candy when you go pee pee on the potty",
that would be a lie.
you will see judging faces relax into sympathetic smiles while thoughts of
"oh, i used candy to potty train my kids, too" dance through their heads.
smile back. confidently.

+parenting in general.
always make sure you parent your children, don't let them parent you, unless your tired. then do what ever you need to do to stay afloat.

+eating.
let your kids eat off the floor. after they are done, put them on the floor to clean up. their mouths are like little vacuums, put them to work. they're like free roombas!
now, this can get tricky when you have guests. i have two solutions for this.
1. you can go all out and say it's good for them to get a little dirt, it builds their immune system. only go this route if you believe it. they will see through your lies.
2. just instruct the child to stop eating off the floor and state firmly that it is dirty.
please note, this will only work while they can't talk. they will eventually call you out. i know, the nerve of them.
luckily, i opt for option 1 because i believe it so i haven't had to come up with a new solution now that they are talking.
implementing option 1 can be tricky while in public. chloe has been found on more than one occasion eating food off the floor.
one time was at the country club. thank goodness one time she was with my mom. her problem, not mine
the second time, at a restaurant,  i just swooped her up and said "no chloe! that is so dirty!" practice a horrified look and scurry away quickly.
now, note that the majority of meals will be served at home so you will have time to prepare a response in public if need be.

+fighting.
you will be able to tell when a fight is abrewin'. if you are ready to tackle your inner disciplinarian, go for it! good job! if you're not, right before physical contact is made walk out of the room. when a child comes screaming and crying, comfort the hurt child and ask what happened. disciplining after contact is easier than getting in the middle of a fight. plus, you could catch a bow! and who wants that?
this also works if you have asked a child not to hit their sibling  3,784 times. sometimes i just can't muster up the energy to ask for the 3,785 time not to hit. or kick. or jump off the couch on to your sister who is quietly laying on the floor.
so, this is also a perfect time to leave the room. again, you must leave the room before contact is made if you want to stay in the good parent category.

+boo boos.
elmo ice packs cure everything. so do band aids. but, be advised that getting a band-aid also involves getting up. i have implemented a "there must be blood for a band-aid" rule.
i am a really good mom and have the bathroom locked.
the twins can get the elmo ice themselves.
see how we're working over here? we're working smarter, not harder.

+avoiding an escalation in conflict.
when i go psycho so do my kids. it's not possible to stay calm all the time. it's just not. so, when you are almost there, like to the point of no return? just pretend not to see something. but here's the deal, don't make it obvious! for example when i'm about to snap because i have asked colton not to throw a fire engine at the tv 64 times, i discretely put a dish away in a lower cabinet so he knows i don't see him throw it the 65th time. continue to do so until throwing cars at the tv is no longer fun. it will happen, eventually, that is.

choose your battles people. this parenting gig is no joke. and take comfort in knowing that there is nothing a glass of wine and a bubble bath won't fix.

good luck. you need it.