Time for a Change

I've decided to be proactive again and engage my inner writer. Figured this would be good practice before I dive back into my book. Yes, for those of you who don't know, I decided to write a book about my experience with twins and surviving a BMT. I've struggled with putting my experience about it down on paper. It's painful to recall some experiences I wish to suppress, but I know I need to do it and that it will be extremely therapeutic. Thanks to a very good friend and her Facebook pep-talk, I am back in the saddle and writing again. And also, largely in part to the fact that the boys will be in Kindergarten this year, starting Sept. 7th. I cannot even being to wrap my head around making it to this stage, but blessed is how I feel and very grateful. Now I will have oodles of time on my hands, so what better way to utilize that time than by FINALLY accomplishing my writing goal. Wish me luck!



Top 10 WORST MISTAKES...
1. Giving my hair a wavey perm, not once, but 2X! What was I thinking!!?
2. Getting your hair cut by some one who looks like Mrs. Dursley from Harry Potter, then rushes to get through the cut because she booked you too close to someone else and then says, "Uh oh!" under her breath and keeps cutting. Seriously!
3. Blogging when nobody can open my blog page. Thus, the blog change.
4. Eating TOO much junk. PERIOD!
5. Not exercising.
6. Staying up TOO late.
7. Spending money when I don't need to.
8. Being worried about things I cannot control.
9. Not showering for 3 days.
10. Losing my temper.

Buddies

Ethan, Chase & Keane -Triplets? (above)
Chase & Ethan, Best Buds Already (below)

Chase & Keane

The Boys FINALLY had a play date! Chase came over and enjoyed a very fun evening; romping around from place to place, loving every new toy found along the way, and as an added bonus they all had fun in the bath. The boys seemed to love their new buddy, Chase. Especially Ethan. Ethan seems to be my big social bug and LOVES kids. Keane too, but he is Mr. Independent and happy doing things his own way. Laura and I had a great time watching them interact and move from room to room discovering new things and each other.

Xander and I are still a little overly cautious about germs and since Chase was putting everything in his mouth along the way, we followed him around with anti-bacterial wipes. We've lost it, right? We still had fun, but we will be happy when we can finally get to a place where we feel comfortable having real interaction with other kids and not always having to worry about our boys getting some germ or other. I kind of feel like Helen Hunt in, "Something's Gotta Give." Her child is always sick and in the ER for something. She is always freaking out over her kid doing thing and being way too protective. Yikes, I guess in a way that is how X and I feel sometimes. Or, at least how I feel. As hard as it is, I know there will be a time when all will seem at least somewhat normal. Maybe when they get to college? Let's hope sooner.