No Time to Pre-Heat February 23, 2007

I love to bake. I love the measurements, the dough yielding to my touch, and the beauty of creating something (other than children).

My best friend and I get together once or twice per year and bake for an entire day. She always does the cut out cookies because I can’t stand cutting and rolling over and over again. I always make the Danish Puff because she can’t get the pastry to puff.

Maybe what I really love about baking is the time between batches that I get to spend with J. Or maybe, it’s that I covet her Kitchen Aid (I really need to quit talking my husband out of buying me one of my very own).

I have found that true friends take more than 8-10 minutes to find; and few are able to stand the heat of the oven we call life.

Note to J: I am hooked on Saint Cupcake. It is all I can do to keep from loading up my brood and heading down there right now.

Four Glorious Hours February 12, 2007

The newest debate at our house it whether or not to send the boys to 3 year old “preschool” in the fall. It really isn’t a debate as we’ve been waiting for the day to send them anywhere on a regular basis since they were 2 days old. We’re talking about 4 glorious hours per week. Whatever will I do with myself for 4 glorious hours per week? I wonder if they have summer school?

As with most parents of multiples, the question of putting twins into the same class must be addressed. There are those who believe strongly that separate classes, teachers, friends, and clothes are the only way to educate. (I wonder if they could also get separate parents?) While others are insistent that remaining together is the only way for multiples to feel secure in their new and ever-expanding environment. (Again, I wonder if this new experience of hot lunches comes with a side of new parents?)

Today, I was discussing the pro and cons of both scenarios with my mother-in-law when Violet piped up with the solution: “What if only one of them gets a bag of chips?” With logic like that, who can disagree with putting the boys into the same class!

I wonder if I can get a two-for-one discount on their tuition?! Or maybe they can be the class “experiment” and I could get paid for their attendance!

How Do They Pay Me, Let Me Count The Ways… February 7, 2007

So, I’m sitting on the couch- not folding laundry, not sorting laundry, not even thinking about laundry (until this very second)- surfing on The Pilot’s laptop -the beauty of him being home! (This statement makes me laugh. I am having visions of me at the beach with my Gateway board, just waiting for the best wave!)

I digress.

I was scrolling through OrBlogs when I spotted “Non-Profit“. The two line teaser piqued my curiosity. So I clicked and continued reading. I even commented using my real name (ok, not my name but my initial! You know I like my privacy!) Anyway, I put “non-profit” in my profile, and now I feel the need to defend/explain that. I might even remove it after I complete this entry.

Originally, I used it because I was sick to death of people asking me IF I work. I want to scream “I work ALL day, EVERYday” while throwing my laundry basket. I’m also irritated that Blogger does not offer me a way to describe my “Industry”. Someone recently told my sister that they would love “to be that lazy”. The nerve of some people.

Being home with them is difficult- I won’t lie- but it is also the most rewarding thing I have EVER done. My college degree has done nothing to prepare me for dominoes in the wall, endless questions about mummies (I think we’re finally moving on, but only after a trip to the library to see real pictures with real descriptions. Yes, I let her look and then she decided that they were “too gross”. Yeah!), laundry in the toilet, singing “clean-up, clean-up” all day long, fire in the playroom, deoderant ALL over the bathroom floor (that’s a whole ‘nother entry!), sleepless nights, countless diapers, mom clothes, enough tears to flood the neighborhood, scraped knees (real and imaginary), broken favorite toys, lost “lovies” (aka stuffed animals), and no social life.
My “industry” is only “non-profit” in terms of my gaining money. I am certainly contributing to the financial profit of many establishments as I buy diapers, sippy cups, books- easy reader types, and the occasional latte that I allow myself on really long mornings. My payment comes in facials and “hand-cials” with Violet, love bug kisses from Herbie, and Aunt Fanny sized hugs from Bigweld.