© 2020 iused2flyjets.com JES Yin and Yang is an apt and accurate description of how twins can behave. Often, they choose to go opposite yet oddly complementary directions in their attempts to arrive at a desired outcome. Twin the older, draws on puppy dog eyes, giggly smiles, and all things manners in his attempts to manipulate the parental units towards some hoped for end state. His brother’s yang to all that cute and cuddly yin? It can best be summed up with a single word: “NO!” Only in a little louder a delivery than the use of CAPS can convey. With that “NO” comes a tidal wave of tears and an absolutely amazing ability to increase his mass when you try and pick him up. I mean honestly, he can make himself feel like he weights a ton, how does he do that?
You’d think, FYI thinking when you have twins isn’t as easy as it sounds for two reasons. First, there’s just the overall fatigue factor. After all the books with “Splish, Splash, Splooshy,” – honestly I think those are the only three words, 15 pages worth of ONLY those three words – and having to repeat “Don’t put that in your mouth” about a jillion times until yep, you guessed it they put it in your mouth all while balancing their requests to chase them, not chase them, sit with them but don’t sit with them when taken all together can be really wear one out!! Particularly when all that happens in a mere five minutes and there’s still 240 minutes to go until their bedtime.
© 2020 iused2flyjets.com JES “Release!” There comes a point in every toddler parent’s life, particularly twin toddler parenting life where you find yourself wondering – “Am I parenting, or am I training?” While you’re scratching your head as to what that intro means let me give you a quick background. On top of the twin boys we also currently have three dogs and a cat. While you’re still wondering what that has to do with anything, the opening word to this whole shebang – “Release” – was the “tactic” I instinctually employed when one of the twins got his hands on something he shouldn’t have and I was trying to get him to let it go.
© 2020 iused2flyjets.com JES As my core readers know, or as I like to call them my Wife and my Mom, (thanks you guys!) my twins are two and well, I’m not. I’m actually twenty-two times older than they are. Why would I bring up such an odd way to highlight the vast gulf in age between me “no hair” and them “lots of red hair.” Well I didn’t get that “no hair” on the account of nothing. With years comes mileage, with mileage comes wear and tear and recently that “tear” seems like it is starting to pile up.
© 2020 iused2flyjets.com JES Let’s just plunge right in – I, a gentleman and father in his forties has a purse. There I’ve ripped the Band-Aid off and said it. Interestingly it was the quick retrieval and application of a Band-Aid that largely made me realize that yes, in point of fact I did indeed have a purse. While we’re on the subject of sharing I’m not afraid to also add – I’m rather proud of my purse! It has pockets where I need them and schleps everything and then some. From half-eaten peanut butter crackers to two sets of rain galoshes with just about every conceivable item, toy and snack food you can think of in between. Yep it’s all in there!
© 2020 iused2flyjets.com JES Let’s get one thing out there. I’m not much of a swimmer. Never have been. The water is okay, but its never really been a go to for me. There is a reason I used to fly jets, vice I used to crew ships. But this is Texas, and Texas starts doing one thing really well this time of year – it starts getting hot. When it does you can either crank down the AC and stay in the in, or venture into the out and beat the heat by embracing the life aquatic. I don’t know about y’all, but over the last few months life on the inside sure has felt like its overstayed its welcome. Time to hit the pool!
© 2020 iused2flyjets.com JES Jesus, Mary and The Apostles! No not the name of some new retro folk band I’d like start. Though it was who I invoked and the order in which I invoked them as I tried and failed for the eleventy-fifth millionth time to get my two-year-old twin toddlers to drink that ultra-weird beverage known on the street as – water. Yes, that plain old simple, cornerstone of life stuff that for the sciency folk in the crowd is merely two Hydrogens holding hands with an Oxygen.
© 2020 iused2flyjets.com JESSo the whole schtick with my blog is it’s supposed to be me military meets them twins only I’m a fish out of water who’s not in the military anymore, they know absolutely nothing about the military so its worlds collide, hijinks, hijinks, hijinks throw in a dash of jocularity, add a fake audience laugh track and there you have it. A made for television real-life family adventure sitcom. For you old-school folk a little Major Dad meets Who’s the Boss.
© 2020 iused2flyjets.com JES I end all my twin Dadding posts with “Sigh I used to fly jets.” I suppose I do it as half tongue-in-cheek way of implying that before the drool, the flinging food, the endless diapers and the two-year-old tudes and tantrums I did something more. More what though? More important? More meaningful? More harder? For my friends and family with “more” than a passing interest in the correct use of the English language and grammar I apologize for that last one, it just seems to resonate better with me when I word it that way.
© 2020 iused2flyjets.com JES So, I turned 44 yesterday. For those of you who couldn’t see after the first sentence I took about a ten-minute pause to internalize & reflect on what all that means. For surely it has meaning. Nah it doesn’t and most likely that ten-minute pause was just my brain finding an excuse to take a siesta.
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