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February 11, 2003
We’ve Come A Long Way, Baby, Baby!
Whoa, you wouldn’t recognize the twinners. My big boys have lost their padding—they wear “big boy pants” now! Yes, I have survived the perils of potty training twins...barely, it’s true, but I have emerged from this battle victorious. I won’t gross you out with the (green-runny) details but it’s a good thing I lost my aversion to the miscellaneous bodily fluids of my boys long ago. I have two golden words for moms contemplating potty training multiples: “antibacterial soap”.
So…things are so much easier around here now that we’ve kissed the terrible twos bye-bye. The boys help me unload the dishwasher and want to do whatever I allow “all by self!” This “all by self” fixation is fine when we’re ahead of schedule (rare) but it sparks twin tantrums when we’re in a frenzied rush (99.9% of my life). Still, it’s nice that the boys bring their dishes to the dishwasher, take off their own shoes, etc. With twinners every little bit of help…helps!
We recently took the boys to the Monster Truck Show and they leaned forward in their seats and hardly blinked. They loved it! We also ventured to the zoo with their cousins. (See pics) Outings, like everything else, are easier now.
Jakey the Earthquakey
Jakey is loving and sweet and actually leans in for “mommy kisses”. (Max at 6 is pretty much done with those. Sniff!) Jake is my mini-CPA. (Hummm…genetics calling? His dad is a stereotypical CPA personality. Ought-oh, I’m going to get in big trouble for saying that. But Lars is basking on the beach in AUSTRAILA on a so-called business trip and has left me alone to fend for myself, and the three guys, for 10 DAYS, so I’m cranky.)
Anyway, Jake likes things the same with NO VARIATION! This definitely includes food. If it isn’t somehow related to his beloved cheese or presented to His Majesty in his “bippopotomus” (hippo) cup, he glares and says “I not want that!”
Jake follows the rules and expects the same from his brothers. I have inadvertently developed a KGB snitch without rival—someone who can infiltrate and report to management (me) without regard for his fellow man’s peril. Needless to say, his brothers don’t relish life with a double agent and I have had to break up a few physical outbursts of displeasure. Sigh. Jake would make a stellar…you guessed it…CPA…but right now his life’s ambition is to work at “BicDonalds” (McDonalds) as he is quite taken with his McDonald’s kitchen play set.
Tommy the Tsunami
Tommy is my happy, easygoing Mr. Smile unless he doesn’t get enough sleep. Then it’s whining, whiiinnnggg, whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiining until his mom thinks the funny-farm sounds restful. He likes trying new things, just like his me! And he regularly receives amazed looks from other parents as they watch him eat his spinach, or sushi or just about anything else.
Tommy and Max and Lars will try foods that give me a stomachache just to smell (slimy sardines, for example). The three of them would win on TV’s “Fear Factor” where people must eat disgusting foods without puking. (I watched that show once and had nightmares about what the contestants ate—half-developed chick embryos--with feathers and beaks, liver milkshakes and squirming silkworm soup. Ack…WHY did I think about that show again…now my stomach is in revolt. Sorry to anyone else that’s swallowing extra-hard right now.
Maximum Max
Max is so smart! His kindergarten teacher thinks he’ll test in the top 99% of the nation on his SAT tests this spring. It’s hard to keep him challenged but we love to read together and work on advanced math. (He’s learning his times tables and reading chapter books.) I’m proud of him for doing so well in school and working hard on his social skills. But because he’s smart, he gets bored easily and that’s when he starts irritating the twinners…or his mom. He loves to argue too, which makes me crazy at times, but this too shall pass. I hope. ;)
As long as Max is busy, he’s kind and compassionate and loving. He’s my huge helper with Jake and Tommy, and he loves to play “chase” and “tickle” with them.
Twinner Time
I recently taught the twinners how to use the mouse and they love the computer. While they’re busy playing their games I can actually shower without an audience for the first time six years. Or sign onto my computer to work, or write my Internet diary, like now.
Ought-oh! Here they come, my little big-boys. Sitting at my computer I hear the pitter-patter of little feet and Tommy says, “Let’s go find Mommy. She’s in her off-ice.” Jake replies, “Oh yes. Let’s find our Mommy!” Then in unison, “There she is!” I look up and see huge grins from both boys. They won’t be this excited to see me forever and I’m ready for them to stop growing up now. LIFE IS GOING BY TOO FAST!
My little, big-boys are finished playing ‘puter, which means I’m done with my computer, which means it’s time to wish everyone at iParenting good-bye since the boys aren’t toddlers anymore!
My twinners need a bear hug for letting mommy “work” in peace, then it’s off to the potty (yes!), then the grocery store and the library and after that we’re driving Max and some of his classmates on a field trip to the dentist and then…well, you get the idea why we’re usually late.
All the best to you! And wish us luck as we continue this great adventure, otherwise known as our life.
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