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Book Club!

I expect the following statement to be completely predictable for the majority of people who know us well: We love to read!

So much, in fact, that Kindra’s baby shower was book-themed. What better way to encourage your child to read? Start young! As in, when they are a fetus.

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Check out the stack of books for Baby Violet in the background!

We also may have been known to read with flashlights under the covers at bedtime.

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This obsession started at a young age! I still fall asleep like this.

So it only seems natural that we should integrate our love for reading and books with our new blog. Hence, an arena to share and discuss [one of] our favorite thing(s)…

The following shall apply:
1. One book per month,
2. Dual reviews from two very similar but different perspectives each month,
3. Book to be decided and mutually agreed upon by your favorite blonde twins.

And that, my friends, is what we call a book club!

Up for the month of May:

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HeLa! How do you do?

We chose this book for a few reasons, but mainly through a process of elimination comparing both of our book lists (kept in the notepad app on our iPhones).

So get busy reading, fellow readers! We will meet back here for further discussion and review in one month’s time.

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This is why we have a blog

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More twinner conversations coming at ya soon!

That is all.

On Paranoia

I think we can all agree that when you have your first child, it brings a new level of paranoia to your life. You spend nine months preparing, researching, reading, waiting…and then this little amazing thing is suddenly laying on your chest in the delivery room and it’s the most exhilarating, soulful thing you’ve ever experienced in your life. It hits you–I KNOW NOTHING. I hate to break it to you, but there is no adequate way to prepare for being a parent. Suddenly, you are responsible for a life that is not your own! With great power, comes great responsibility, right?

I bring this up because becoming responsible for another person’s life has made me one paranoid parent.Is she breathing? Is she happy? Does her tummy hurt? Does she know how loved she is? These thoughts go through my head every day, and I think they will last for the next 18 years at a minimum. But the best example of my paranoia lays in what I am about to tell you.

My little Violet has slept in her Rock N Play Sleeper (word to the wise, pregnant mamas, you NEED this) next to her bed since we brought her home. This is both for convenience, since babies wake up so often at night, and also for peace of mind. In the middle of the night I like being able to glance over and see her, make sure she’s okay, and fall back asleep. However, she has seemed restless at night lately. I think she’s trying to tell us, “I’m ready for my big girl crib, bitches.” (What? Surely I can’t be the only one who narrates their baby’s thoughts with curse words.)

Sigh. Off to the crib she goes. This conversation between Kristen and I ensued:

Kristen: So you’re seriously going to sleep in there?

Kindra: Yeah.

Kristen: So did you guys put the air mattress in there too?

Kindra: Our air mattress died 😦

Kindra: That reveals the extent of my paranoia…I am sleeping on a pile of blankets on the floor of my daughter’s room. Lol.

Kristen: That would make a good Facebook post if it wasn’t so pathetic.

Kristen: I can guarantee you that this won’t happen if you ever have a second child.

Kindra: That is a correct statement.

Kindra: Baby #2 we’ll be like, “Oh where’s the baby? Sleeping under the couch? Ok cool.”

Kristen: Yup pretty much.

Kindra: One day you will be doing the same thing!

Kristen: I like to tell myself that I won’t.

Kindra: Go ahead…try to say you won’t…I’m taking a pic of this convo so that I can hold it over your head one day.

Kristen: I like to think I’m not that kind of person

Kindra: Hmmmm perhaps I will make this a blog post, so it lives on in the internet.

Kristen: Perhaps you should FINISH your blog post. Put that on the internet.

Kindra: Shush.

Kristen: Also, it’s called the world wide web.

Kindra: Shush again.

Kristen: Hater don’t hate.

This conversation illustrates two things: (1) the embarrassing extent of my paranoia and love for my daughter, (2) the proof I need to tell Kristen a big fat “I told you so” when she goes through this one day! 😃

So comfy in her crib. And so oblivious to her mother’s paranoia.

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Motivation, Where Art Thou?

I can’t get no…motivation! *sung to the tune of “Satisfaction”*

So yeah…as you can guess I am feeling quite lazy. I’m in a slump, if you will. My to do list is growing by the minute but I just. don’t. feel. like. doing. it. Right now I could be (1) working out, (2) cleaning the kitchen and washing bottles, (3) cleaning the house, (4) folding laundry, (5) job searching, (6) cleaning Violet’s room…trust me, the list goes on.

Hands down, the one I most feel like I should be doing at the moment is working out. Working out makes me happy. When I got the ‘all clear’ from my doctor to workout again post-childbirth, I was so happy to get back out there. Now? I think about working out all the time. I just haven’t gotten up to do it. I can’t quite figure out what happened? I have access to a gym. I have access to group fitness classes. I have a good selection of workout DVDs and free weights at home. I can run anytime I like. And yet here I sit.

Guess what tomorrow is? Monday. This week Papa Winne will be staying with us while he’s in town for work, Violet has three doctor’s appointments (one of which is in Tampa) and two different playdates scheduled, and I seriously need to start job hunting. But no more excuses…time to make it a habit again! So, this week:
• I will workout three times this week.
• I will attend at least one group fitness class.
• I will go for a run at least once this week.

*Updated to say: I started this blog post on Sunday, edited it on Monday, and finally published it on Wednesday. How’s that for motivation? It extends to other areas of my life besides physical fitness!*

PPS. Last night I had a dream that giant vegetables were chasing Kristen and I through Barnes & Noble, and she yelled at me to hide from a giant carrot in the cafe. So yeah…any dream interpreters wanna take a shot at that one?

My running shoes are gathering dust! Help!

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A Blog Is Born

There comes a time in every blog-writer’s life when they must suck it up and [finally] write that first post. How does one follow a post about chia seeds and one adorable little lucky charm?

Easy… I don’t! I will be taking you back to way before the chia seeds hit the dirt, and before Kindra even blogged about it. The time when this blog became the genius brainchild of ours.

Kindra and I talk often. As in all day. And, since baby Violet has made an appearance, all night too. Given that we are constantly talking — or rather, texting — our conversations can often take a turn for the hilarious, as I am about to show you.

Ladies (and Gentlemen), I give you the history of our blog:

As a warning, this might not make sense to some people. Maybe not to a lot of people.*

KM: “Wait. So your friend [who recently married] went from Green to Genre? That’s like the same thing.”

KE: “Yes! Isn’t that awesome?”

KM: “Hahaha, yes. You have to promise me if you ever met a person named Winen, you would fly to Vegas and get married IMMEDIATELY.”

KE: “Lolol. Absolutely! Or Wienn.”

KM: “Or Niwen.”

KE: “Oh! If his first name is Ken, it would be perfect! I don’t think I’d even hesitate.”

KM: “Oh. My. God! Hold on a sec.”

Both of us are giggling and hastily – and with out the other’s knowledge – googling various Ken Winen, Wienn, and Niwen on our phones.

KM: “Okay. I found a Winen! He lives in San Francisco.”

KE: “That’s okay. I can travel. We can totally make this marriage work.”

KM: “He has a Facebook page!”

KE: “Should I email him and see if he’s okay with making our first daughter’s middle name Marie? And he has to not be a carrier for CF. And be okay with purple being a wedding color.”

KM: “Lol yes!”

KM: “Wait a sec. Uh-oh. He lives in San Francisco, and likes wine and musicals. Your future husband might be gay.”

KE: “Dammit. Now that might potentially be a problem.”

KM: “Lol… I crack myself up.”

KE: “Me too!”

KM: “It’s a shame nobody else was privy to this convo.”

KE: “It really is! People don’t know what they’re missing.”

KM: “We should start a blog! We will both write in it. It will be amazing!”

KE: “Oh good idea! You can go ahead and take the lead on that project.”

And thus, a blog is born!

That may or may not be a per verbatim conversation.

*Footnote: As is usual in these modern times, Kindra and I don’t really “talk” as much as we “text”. However, as I have known my sister for 29+ years, I think we are able to fairly accurately read and/or hear the implied inflect of the other’s voice when typing. Hearing that convo, rather than reading it, might make it more understandable. Seriously though, it was funny!