Mom of Fraternals

It doesn’t take more than a passing glance to notice that Louis and August are not identical. It took a couple of days to see their differences–slimy, bright pink newborns all kind of look the same–but sure enough, Louis is olive complected with dark hair and dark eyes and August is very fair with reddish hair and blue eyes.

Most people look at them and comment on how they don’t look alike, which is fine, but some people have some very odd responses. Here are my two favorites:

First, at least once a week, someone leans over my double stroller, looks at my two boys, and exclaims, “well, they can’t be twins!” Um. . . excuse me? I assume they’re saying this because the boys looks so different, or because they’re different sizes, but really. If they don’t look like they’re nine months apart, I’m not sure WHAT they think I’m carting around with me. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m certainly not borrowing an infant to take around with me, and even if I did, I wouldn’t buy a special stroller specifically for that purpose.

The other one that got me was when a woman peered into my stroller the other day. Keep in mind, I don’t actually invite people to stare at my children, but twins are just one step above circus freaks and people don’t even try to hide the fact that they’re coming over to ogle your children. So she looks over my two guys and say, “not identical, huh?” To which I reply, “not even a little bit!” And then she looks back at them and says, “well, that’s OK.” Ummmmm. . . what? Of course it’s OK! Most people’s kids don’t come as matching sets and they seem to do just fine. I don’t know about you guys, but I prayed at night that my children would be healthy–not that they look like each other. Sheesh!

 

 

 

What to do About Penn State

I’m probably not alone when I say that many of my thoughts have been consumed by the scandal at Penn State. For those that live under a rock, an assistant football coach at Penn State has been accused of molesting eight young boys over the course of at least a decade. According to reports, many members of Penn State’s administration were aware of the abuse and failed to do anything to stop it. Most notable for the news sites, is that famous college football coach, Joe Paterno, knew and did nothing.

picture of happy valley football stadium

I read the Grand Jury report and the whole thing is shocking. Horrific, really, but what really gets me going is the angle that every single post and article on the topic is covering: football is bad. Everyone involved is bad and horrible and it’s all because of football that this man got away with it.

I mean, really?

Here’s why this bothers me: every community has pedophiles. They exist in small towns and large cities. They are everywhere. As part of my education degree, I had to attend a seminar on recognizing warning signs that another teacher might be abusing a student. What stood out to me the most was this: the teacher most-likely to have an inappropriate relationship with a student is one who has special privileges–coaches, band directors, and the like. So basically. . . anyone.

This is scary stuff and the media is painting it to be a big conspiracy between powerful men with access to untold resources. People are screaming about who should have told.

These things may be true, but the bigger truth is that every day people don’t tell, and THAT’s what we really need to be talking about. Why don’t people tell? What kinds of manipulation is used to prevent this abuse from being reported? What are the outward signs that this abuse may be going on? What is it about humans that makes us unwilling to believe this kind of thing occurs as much as it does?

The sad fact is that this topic makes most people so uncomfortable they don’t even know HOW to talk about it. The facts are that Sandusky was barred from an entire school district in 2008. An allegation of sexual assault was also reported to the police. A DA was assigned to investigate Sandusky in 1995 as well. I think there’s too much time between those incidents and the public being made aware of the situation. We have GOT to get better about talking about these things–we need to create a safe place to have these conversations.

Hopefully the whole sordid tale will remind us parents that we talk to our children about who is allowed to have access to their bodies and what they can do if someone tries to violate their innocence.

We also need to talk to each other. If someone gives us a bad feeling–follow up on it. Don’t be afraid to mention anything that gives you pause. I’m not saying we should start calling people child abusers if they give us a funny feeling, but keep our kids away from them? Absolutely. Tell our friends that they gives us the creeps for no particular reason? I think so. If nothing else, I hope this scandal shows us that we can’t expect someone else to speak up–it has to come from us.

Notes From the Field

Several people asked me to report back on the vitamin situation, so here we are with over a week of  daily vitamin doses.  I am happy to report that Charlie’s behavior is much improved. It is not perfect. He still bites his arm to let me know that he is displeased with something, but it does appear to be a form of communication and not just random frustration. He still tries to get out of doing his work by biting as well, but again, it’s not random. In general, there has been a LOT less crying and hysteria. He goes to school happy and comes home happy. He’s had no temper tantrums on the bus when he has to wait for the other kids to arrive. He’s had mostly good days at school. Just a few days after we started giving him the vitamins, he had one of the first giggling fits he’d had in ages–a lovely sound.

It could be a coincidence, but I’m going to go ahead and put a hatch mark in the win column. A happy boy is a happy boy.

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I started blogging in November of 2005–not here, but a blog on MSN’s blog platform, Spaces. Spaces was this itty-bitty blogging community and we all read each other’s blogs–they’re weren’t that many of us.

Jenn wrote a blog back then called, “Dating at Twenty-something” that chronicled her adventures in online dating. I wrote about teaching kids in an inner-city school. We’ve been reading each other’s blogs for almost six years now–that’s longer than I’ve had Charlie.

Jenn grabbed an opportunity recently and came down to New Orleans for a visit. I was thrilled and got to see her on three different occasions. For the record, Jenn is a lot like her blog–except I think she’s calmer in person than online. I guess she lets her sass hang out online. It’s always a treat when I get to meet one of my blogging buddies. Getting to meet one I’ve known this long is doubly special.

two girls smiling at the camera

Jenn and I in the Quarter

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You may have noticed that this post is full of Instagram photos. I have pretty much fallen in love with Instagram as I find it a fun way to pass the time when I’m sitting in a waiting room or sitting through a therapy session. One thing I didn’t like, however, is that I was unable to share my photos with people who weren’t on Instagram. I’ve solved that problem as I’m now sending my photos over to a tumblr page. If you’ve never heard of Tumblr, it’s basically a place to stick quick, random things that don’t go in a full-length blog. I’ll be sending my Instagram over there and probably be adding recipes and other random things over there. So feel tree to check it out. It will get updated WAY more than this blog, which I try to only update when I have a coherent thought. I’ll eventually get a button on my sidebar, but for now you can just click on the link at the top of the page labelled “Bird Bits.”

 

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