Hi all! Thanks so much for your many well wishes! I thought I would attach a few pictures from our first day with our new little friends. Lina and Daphne greeted their new siblings with enthusiasm, and Nana had to start practicing her two baby hold. Anyways, here they are, and ain’t they sweet? We might just up and pop with love.Â Â
I just wanted to take a moment to be pleased that I finished the Christmas stockings! True, none of the ends are woven in, and none of the hanging loops are done, and mine is only about five inches long so far, but who cares? I’m done! I almost expected my water to break as I was closing the last toe – the stockings being the one thing that I had to finish before the babies come. I started Luke’s a long time ago, thought I didn’t like the pattern part way through and stalled out. Then, in a binge of knitting righteousness thought I should finish it anyways. I did, and then actually liked it. Starting out to knit four kids stockings seemed unreasonable, so I thought I would just do one or two this year. As soon as I was working on Lina’s, the pressure was on to finish Daphne’s before the babies came. Daphne would stand at my knee and say “what you makin’ mama?” – Lina would fill her in that it was her Christmas stocking, and Daphne would say “and me stocking mama, and me!” So I pretty much did a knitting sprint through those two, and then decided to try the twins too. Now, it doesn’t really matter if I don’t get mine done (it will be the same pattern as Luke’s, but in the girl colors). YAY!
I just couldn’t resist when I saw all this talk about the Advent excitement! As is very obvious by the last couple posts, my little family has been very blessed to live near my parents and celebrate the Sabbath with them. My Mom is a bit of a superhero, and I am sure that if we didn’t ever do anything by ourselves at our house, my kids would still grow up loving Christmas and the Advent season. But just not doing anything at our house would be (to put it mildly) pretty dumb.
A couple of years ago, my husband and I decided to make an Advent calender. A friend of mine had told me that her mom would make a calender out of old cards, and the kids were on a rotation of days, so what was inside was specific to them. We thought this was a great idea, but when we started trying to get down to business, it started getting out of control, and a lot bigger!
The basic idea was that we wanted to put things in our Advent calender like “Get the Christmas tree today” or “Make Christmas cookies” or “Look under your pillow for a surprise.” The concern (I would think an obvious one for mothers) would be having your Advent calender contradict the spirit of the moment. I can easily see trying to persuade Read More
So, today marks the thirty-fifth week in this pregnancy of mine, and it seems like an appropriate time to write a little post about the whole endeavor. A lot of women have asked me if being pregnant with twins is very different from carrying one baby, or just what it is like in general. The truth is that it is a lot like being pregnant with one, just more. It is as though you read one manuscript about pregnancy, and then the same thing was re-submitted to you in all caps with reckless use of exclamation points. The content is familiar, but somehow the tone has escalated.
My stretch marks, which once looked like a tasteful flame decal on an El Camino, have now out-done the most over-embellished jacked-up monster truck around. We just aren’t proceeding in moderation any more. When the babies move, I can start feeling downright motion sick. And I should mention that the babies love to move. It usually seems like they wake each other up. One will start moving, that little stretchy feeling, and after a little bit, the other will suddenly kick violently. I think it must be funny to have someone poke you in the eye while you are still in the womb. But speaking of poking, when I wake up in the mornings, the babies seem to be just firing up a Jane Fonda workout video, and I have to sit up in bed, prop pillows behind my back, and devote my attention to pushing very busy feet out of my ribs. Read More
So here it is – the post you have all been waiting for, the post you can’t wait to read – the post about my sugar jar!
As long as I can remember, my Mom has kept her sugar in a gallon-sized glass jar with a yellow lid. It is a cute shape, but much more functional than flourishy. She has mostly kept it in cupboards, or on the bottom slider in her pantry (which is where it is right now), but that jar has just been part of the kitchen life at Mom’s for so long, that it has actually gotten itself all tied up in a lot of fun memories.
I know that I learned to bake with that jar on the counter – I still remember the feeling of trying to shake some sugar out into a measuring cup and having one of those huge sugar landslides come out on the counter, caused by some invisible sugar clod, and I am sure that I used it when I made my incredible orange zest angel-food cake. I don’t know how old I was then, but I had been perusing some cookbook (habits can start pretty young), and landed on what I thought would be a very dreamy cake. As I recall, we did not have all the ingredients, and I asked Mom to get me some of the needed items.
Remarkably, she invested in that scheme of mine – she has always been kind that way. I am not sure why I was let alone in the kitchen for this, but it is clear in retrospect that I was over-confident. I simply grabbed a mixing bowl, beat it all together, and popped it in the oven. In the time that lapsed before the buzzer buzzed, I looked in the oven and Read More