Ten Reasons My Teething Toddler Threw a Tantrum

Oh my goodness. Remember how I mentioned both twins had a fever? Well, in addition to that, mother nature decided this would be a great time for Miles to start cutting THREE teeth (both top canines and a molar) at.the.same.time.

Needless to say, there were a few tantrums. A list of my favorites.

Ten Teething Toddler Tantrums (yes, this is similar to reasons why my son is crying, sans pictures)

1. I picked him up.

2. I put him down.

3. I tried to hand him a ball.

4. I offered him some frozen yogurt.

5. He finished the frozen yogurt.

6. I made him stop playing in the dog food.

7. I tried to dry him off after I took him out of the bathtub.

8. The TV screen turned black for 5 seconds while a new Baby Einstein started (actually, that may have been Abby).

9. I wouldn’t let him eat nail clippers.

10. I tried to offer him a teether.

Don’t be jealous :)


When it Rains

Its been a drizzly rainy week around here lately. I love this weather as a runner, but otherwise rain rain go away.

The title to this post really serves two purposes here.

Remember when I wrote about how a bacteria stole my birthday? And this post about a cruddy day?

Well I think I’ve topped it.

Let’s start with Monday. Bryan and I get into the car to take the twins to day care. It won’t start, so we jump it, assuming it needs a new battery. Wrong. The alternator is bad. After some hemming and hawing we take it to a local mechanic.

Tuesday Bryan texts me that the mechanic called. Supposedly, he’s spent 8 hours trying to replace the alternator (and CV joint), broke two tools and is so pissed he told Bryan to come get the car and never bring it back. He finds a kind neighbor to drive him to get the car, jumps it again, and then drives home and fixes it himself. How the mechanic couldn’t manage but he could remains a mystery to me.

Wednesday I wake up with faucet nose. Hello cold.

I've done it before, and I'll do it again

I’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again

Thursday I meet a neighbor to take the twins for a walk. When we start, its misting outside. I have my (brand new) iPhone in the Bob Stroller pocket covered by the flap. After some walking we get caught in fairly heavy rain, and somehow the water has leaked through the flap into the pocket where it has collected a puddle WHERE MY IPHONE IS. Needless to say, it is no longer working.

Today, after 24 hours of drying it out, it still doesn’t work. I try to reactivate my old phone online, and Verizon keeps telling me to switch out my SIM card. HELLO VERIZON! iPhones don’t have a removable back! Abby wakes up with a fever. At 230 the daycare calls because guess what? Miles has one too! I Finally get my insurance claim in for my phone and its on backorder with absolutely no timeline as to how long it will take. (I finally got it reactivated with a phone call later)

Glass? Thanks, but I'll take the whole bottle

Glass? Thanks, but I’ll take the whole bottle

Bring on the weekend.

Thinking Back

About a year after the move to South Carolina, my ex husband and I bought a house in a city about 45 minutes from Charleston. It was in that neighborhood that I met my first friends that weren’t automatically associated with the military. These women eventually formed a Bunco group who met once a month with a built in excuse to drink wine, chit chat and scream like kids on a roller coaster after a good roll.

Naturally, I was no longer in the group once we moved, but not too long after I moved back, this time by myself, I was welcomed back in. Many of the members have changed since then, but the atmosphere has never really shifted.

Friday night, after I left my wet flip flops in the foyer and grabbed a plate of food, I joined 3 others sitting at one of the tables. One of the women is a fellow mother of twin toddlers (hers are nearly 2). Unless you count the handful of outings I’ve taken with only one baby, I have zero experience as a mother to a singleton. Still, I know that motherhood to twins is a different experience entirely and enjoy having someone to share stories with from time to time. The most common (and unknowingly loaded) question I find that I get (from singleton and twin moms alike) is “do twins run in your family?”

I was very open about our road to parenthood as we traveled it and now is certainly no exception. The majority of the time, and in this case, I say “no, we went through fertility treatments.” Typically, I get a few questions or a short side story about a friend of a friend who had an IUI. On more rare occasions, the person has experienced infertility herself. There is always an instant bond with these people, because you know that they too have walked a lonely road that is very difficult for someone who has not walked it to understand.

In this case, the fellow twin mom not only had zero experience with infertility, she conceived with an ease that makes every fellow past and present infertile drool. What made her different, though, was her interest. Many are interested in the science behind the procedures. Fewer ask about the emotional impact. Even fewer REALLY ask.

Part of our groups conversation involved the experiences of pregnancy: morning sickness, bed rest, stretch marks, discomfort. When I first joined this Bunco group I was not yet ready to have children, so I didn’t have much to contribute. While trying initially, these conversations interested me. As we sunk further and further without any luck, they became painful. Even now, with 2000 pictures of my beautiful twins in my phone, when someone asks if twins runs in my family, it stings a little. It stings because I’ll never forget how painful those conversations sometimes were and how alone I felt. I’ll never forget feeling like I saw pregnant.women.everywhere. I’ll never forget how bitter the experience made me feel for a long time. How annoyed I felt when someone would complain about a pregnancy I would give my left arm to have and sometimes forced me into another room to shed a few tears before I could compose myself.

Fellow twin mom, taking interest, began asking questions not only about the IVF procedure itself but about how it felt to go through it. She said she had a friend who has had difficulty conceiving and, incidentally, been acting differently lately. She asked me if I thought being around her might be difficult for her friend, if she maybe felt bitter about the fact that her ability to conceive had been so easy. I was honest when I told her that was possible.

She was shocked. She told me she had no idea. That she meant absolutely no harm. This time, I understood.

I think I speak for many when I say that one of my biggest complaints was what felt like the lack of understanding from others. In hindsight I suspect it was more a lack of information than understanding. Through no fault of their own, people just have no idea. Truth be told, before I was ready to have a family, I didn’t either. In fact, I recall responding to the news of an acquaintances miscarriage with “at least she knows she can get pregnant” (not to her, thankfully). To this day, knowing what I know now, I am ashamed by that comment. I didn’t even want to type it out.

This post has sat unfinished in my drafts for two days because I am not sure how to finish it. I guess the experience brought some new understanding into the minds of others. When you’re in the throes, it’s so difficult to see the good natured side of some of the things people say. It seems, though, that many are really good intentioned. I was. Little did I know (at the time), though, the impact those words could have had. I, like fellow twin mom, meant no harm.

From inexperienced, well intentioned but likely insensitive, to the person on the receiving end of well intentioned but possibly insensitive comments, to someone who has now been on both sides being asked about someone else’s experience, it seems like, in a way, I’ve come full circle.

And I feel just as confused as ever.

*If this offends anyone still struggling, please accept my apologies. This was really just may way of trying to sort out my own thoughts and feelings about this particular issue.


5 miles at 8:30 and this is without attempting intervals!

30 Day Challenge and Training Update

A few weeks ago I posted about my newest 30 day challenge attempt (I’ve only actually completed…well, zero all the way through, but one almost all the way), which I was particularly excited about because it is geared specifically towards runners.

I started on September 1 and fell a bit behind as there have been a few nights I didn’t get home until late, so even though its the 20th I just finished Day 17. The challenge is broken into five sections and each section has its own set of stretches/exercises. The number of sets typically increase each day.

Stage 1; Basic Mobility and Balance Training (Days 1-6)

  • Hip Flexor Stretch
  • Adductor Stretch
  • Hamstring Stretch
  • Single Leg Balance Exercises

This stage felt awkward to me, in that I felt like I looked silly, but the benefit of the stretches and balance made sense so I told Bryan to stop looking at me funny.

Stage 2: Basic Strength and Core Training (Days 7-12)

  • Split Squat
  • Hip Thruster (this is as awkward as is sounds)
  • Single Leg Straight Leg Deadlift
  • Mountain Climbers or Standing Core Control

Stage 3: Intermediate Mobility and Plyometric Training (Day 13-18)

  • Modified Pigeon Stretch
  • Lateral Hip Stretch
  • Spiderman Rotations
  • Single and Double Leg Jumps

This is the stage I am on now and this one has been the most difficult for me to get through. I regularly use the pigeon because of my injury but had trouble with the lateral for the first few days and cut a few. The spiderman rotations made me a bit dizzy (I get dizzy easily) so I modified them, and the jumps have caused some soreness in my calf so I didn’t do them today.

I haven’t looked ahead so I am not sure what awaits me at Stage 4 and 5, but so far, overall, I do feel like this is benefitting my running. Each stage has videos that not only explains the exercises but also why he recommends them (so when you feel silly you at least understand why).

I’m training for the Myrtle Beach Mini Marathon and ramping up my running a bit so I thought this would be a great time to try this out. Granted, more than one thing has change since  I’ve started. I got my new shoes, started this challenge, and stopped carrying things in my hands while running after reading this article (read it! I promise its interesting!). Since then, I’ve noticed an improvement in my pace and one comparatively closer to that of my pre pregnancy running. I don’t expect to PR this half marathon, but I’m excited to see some faster numbers again.

5 miles at 8:30 and this is without attempting intervals!

5 miles at 8:30 and this is without attempting intervals!

Today I ran 7 miles at an 8:48.

On the minus side, I’m still over pronating. I don’t know that I expected my shoes to fix it, but I’m still seeing the exact same wear pattern on these shoes, perhaps even a bit more so than the others. Also, I got a blister after my 10 miler last week, so it makes me wonder if I might have to try a different pair next time around. Despite that, I haven’t felt any extra butt or hip tightness, so that’s a win!

Stay tuned for the rest of the challenge in (hopefully, if I don’t miss too many more days!) a couple weeks.

Those of you who joined in, how is it going?

To sign up for the 30 day challenge, click here. Its free and you’ll receive daily emails with the exercises, or you can click the link to the dashboard on day one, bookmark it and go back (that’s what I’ve been doing)


A pink and blue foot for each of my little ones :)

Leaving a Mark (Part 2)

Shortly before we underwent our IVF, I decided to get a second tattoo. I got my first in 2007 and started to entertain the idea of a second after I ran my first marathon. After infertility became such a huge part of my life, and particularly after the post where I compared it to a marathon, I really wanted to symbolize them somehow.

So in July 2012, I nervously stepped into a local tattoo parlor and got this

finished tattoo

You can read the full story about that here 

Part of the reason I decided on this particular design was that it could work two ways. First, infertility will always be with me, because it and the experience really changed a great deal about the way I look at life. Second, if/when our treatment was successful, I could use it to symbolize things that are most important to me, things that are closest to my heart.

When our cycle was a success, I knew I’d somehow want to add the twins. This past Monday, I finally walked back into the tattoo parlor (though not as nervously this time) and got back into the chair.

A pink and blue foot for each of my little ones :)

A pink and blue foot for each of my little ones :)

A pair of footprints on my foot :)

Hey, Miles - what is this thing?

Life With Twins – 16 months

Things are starting to get fun around here.

Gross Motor

I’ve heard that you see much of yourself in your kids and I’ve really started to see this recently. I wrote a post awhile back about my “secret” triathlon training that I didn’t admit to until a week before the actual race in case I decided I wanted to back out. Even though I knew I wouldn’t, and I knew I’d be able to finish it, I just had to wait until I was 125% ready. Apparently, she is the same way.

Today, at 16 months on the dot, she is standing at the dining room table banging on the little middle section like the two of them like to do, and then suddenly, she let go and walked across the room. It took me about 4 steps to register what was happening and then I’m all “she’s walking, she’s walking she’s walking!” For the next half hour, she got up ON HER OWN, from the floor, refusing all help from us, and walked back and forth from the living room to the dining room. She fell periodically, but literally went from crawling to practically running in a half hour. Meanwhile, Miles continues to walk in circles around her, all like hey I’ve been doing this for weeks, big deal.

And we were literally hours away from dropping $30 on a pair of Stride Rite baby shoes she’d wear for a month before she grew out of them in hope they’d help.

Fine Motor

Both have started to put the pieces back in the Fisher Price puzzle. We’d put the wooden puzzles away because they had become glorified teething toys, and maybe its time to bring them back out. They can both feed themselves with a bowl and spoon now, but still prefer fingers because its much faster. I’ve tried to show them scribbling a few times but they still want to eat the crayons. Miles has become a cup nesting master because he carries them around wherever he goes. Admittedly I haven’t put much thought into what is developmentally appropriate fine motor wise (OT friends don’t yell at me) because I’ve been more focused on trying to get Abby to walk and trying to get these guys to learn some words because we’ve started having TANTRUMS (dun dun dunnnnnnn).


Both have 5 words, give or take, that they use when they feel like it. Key word here is when they feel like it. Abby has said “hi daddy” a couple of times. I haven’t heard “mama” all month. Comprehension still appears to surpass expression at this point. When Miles heads towards the dog water or bathroom and I tell him to come back or get out of the bathroom, he actually does it. Abby cries. She knows what I mean when I ask if she wants to get out of the bathtub, but still won’t say or imitate out. She will give me her feet to put on her pants when I ask for them, they both know what it means when I say bedtime and eat. We get “done” periodically from both.

We are hitting the age now where I feel like its soon time for some hilariously awkward blog posts are in the works. Take a recent Facebook status, for example:

I asked Miles for a hug and opened my arms. He smiled and ran towards me, stopped, turned to the right and ran to hug his dad ‪#‎rejected‬

Favorites this month

  • Going outside – both, though more Miles. Despite numerous attempts to get at least one of them to try to say “out”, or SOMETHING, I’m just met with whining. One day. I swear, between work and home if I had a dollar for every time I sound like a broken record trying to get a kid to talk, I’d be rich.
  • Nesting cups – Miles. He carries them all over the house. No, he hasn’t said cups. Grrr (Cups! cups! cup! tell me cup!)
  • Brushing teeth – both
  • Pool/water table – both
  • Ball pit – both, but more Miles
  • Waiting until the last possible second to walk, and drive her mama crazy – Abby
  • Shoes – Abby
  • Tantrum throwing – depends on the day

Some of these may be repeats. If you don’t like it, sorry (not really).

  • We take a trip to James Island for an outdoor wedding reception


  • Abby and I do NOT have a case of the Mondays
We have the sillies

We have the sillies

  • We are made in the shade

    Keeping cool in the pool

    Keeping cool in the pool

  • Miles discovers the wonder of the new ball pit
I eat the balls

I eat the balls

  • Miles shows off some shades
One cool dude

One cool dude

  • We practice some yoga
Yoga - mama jungle gym style

Yoga – mama jungle gym style

  • We celebrate Aunt Natalie’s birthday
Happy Birthday Aunt Natalie

Happy Birthday Aunt Natalie

  • And our 4th anniversary
Whooooo loves me?

Whooooo loves me?

  • Daddy gets the twins dressed one morning…
Creating a complex

Creating a complex

  • We break out the new swing set
Hey, Miles - what is this thing?

Hey, Miles – what is this thing?

  • Miles tries to figure out how to watch Pocoyo without leaving the ball pit
I see better this way

I see better this way

  • We are silly
Upside down!

Upside down!

  • We do a DIY project
splish splash - oh wait, wrong kind of splash :)

splish splash – oh wait, wrong kind of splash :)

  • Of course, the ever famous birthday pic attempt
Birthday picture fail

Birthday picture fail

  • Finally, a well placed cup
Good thing for the censor cup

Some splashing and a censor cup

A couple videos – no super funny ones this time

  • Pools make Abby clap
  • Miles tries to nest cups
  • Giggles

The Target Vortex

Two days ago, I ran a couple of errands before work.

First, I ran into Bed, Bath and Beyond to get my sister part of her birthday present. I did so without a hitch. Next, I wanted to get a birthday and anniversary card, so I did the most logical thing I could think to do, which was walk down the plaza to Target.

This is where things began to go awry.

I walk into Target and am immediately drawn to the elusive Dollar Spot, because out of the corner of my eye I can see Halloween things. I love Halloween and so Halloween things excite me. The Dollar Spot has also helped my planner decorating habit so I often go there to see if I can find stickers, pens, washi tape etc. I pick up a magnetic To Do list and some hand sanitizer (because you know, its a dollar). From The Dollar Spot I force myself to walk by the clothes only to find myself drawn towards the shoes. Heat and humidity still runs rampant here and so any sign of fall now makes me happy. Boots, flats, sneakers; I nearly had to force myself to leave.

Perhaps not coincidentally, the athletic department is right by the shoes. I again force myself to walk by the athletic department and somehow end up in the baby clothes.

Uh oh.

Hey! A set of winter pajamas on sale!! Abby needs these! Oh! And a bathing suit for next year! She needs this too! Oh, and while I’m here, lets try a couple new straw cups! I am rocking this!

From there I head to the makeup department to check out the gel nail starter kit my sister has been eyeing, though I decide to pass it up in favor of the one she says is cheaper at Sally’s Beauty Supply. I check out and force myself to leave some Halloween stickers on my way out and pride myself that I only spent $20!

I walk to the car, open the door, turn on the car, and then I realize…..

I forgot the cards.

Curse you, Target.


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