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April 11, 2002
Lars left for Norway and was gone for eight days (ack!) and the main thing I have to say is—how do single moms do it? I was totally drained from chasing kiddos by eight o-clock and mostly fell into bed and slept like a zombie until the dawn of another day when the cycle repeated itself. Jake and Tommy were asking, “Where Da-Da.?” And I told them, “Daddy’s in Norway, so they started saying, “Da-da Nor-way!” to everyone they met and people thought it was cute.
On Friday my parents made the crazy decision to forsake peaceful couples-time and drive with the boys and I to Las Vegas for my Grandma Wanda’s eightieth birthday. Thanks to our portable TV/VCR we had an uneventful drive (Jake did throw a long tantrum but one isn’t THAT bad—except for when it’s in progress. (G)) But the fun began when we arrived in LV to find a vicious dog in the room next to us and the lock broken on our door. Um…time to get the blankety-blank out of there!
Unfortunately, there was a huge convention in LV and almost all of the rooms in town were booked and it was past ten o’clock at night and they guys were, well, impersonating grumpy little fiends. In desperation my mom paid a fortune for us to stay at the Tropicana on the strip (in typical guardian-angel fashion she refused to let me pay). It would have been great if the only rooms weren’t smoking rooms—Tommy and Max started wheezing in the night and I slept not at all in between crying/inhaler battles. But at least we weren’t sleeping on a park bench! The next day I begged the Tropicana to switch our room to non-smoking, and bless them, they did. We moved to a bigger room with a breathtaking view of the strip. They guys loved it, especially because they could see the NY/NY roller coaster and they’d jump up and down and squeal “Cho-cho!”, and “Wow, wow, wow!”
My Grandma’s party was fun. She had all five of her boys there (Yep, FIVE boys. Yikes!) Almost all of her grandkids and some of her great-grandkids were there too, so it was a huge bash. She choked up the whole crowd when she said, “I don’t regret the things I’ve done but the things I haven’t done.” We all sang to her after our feast (yummy Italian restaurant which served huge bowls of deliciouso food family-style). She looked really happy and I was glad to see that she’d had a great birthday.
The ride home was looooong. Lars was home when we got back and the little-big guys were all thrilled to see him.
Jake might have a delay in his speech. I know you’re not supposed to compare your kids but with twins (here’s the truth and nothing but the truth) it’s impossible! I counted the words they said one day and Tommy said 80+ and Jake said 22. He’s probably just sitting back and letting Tommy do all of the talking work but I’m having him evaluated just in case. If he does have a problem let’s try to fix it when he’s small. Kids can be mean and some of the kids in Max’s Pre-Kindergarten class tease a kiddo with a lisp.
Max is excelling in school. His teacher says he’s maybe the most intelligent child she’s ever taught. At first I was proud but now it scares me. The asked if I want him to skip Kindergarten. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! I called Mensa (a high IQ society) and they didn’t recommend skipping Kindergarten because of the social skills that are taught, but they think it’s better to skip first grade or even first and second, depending on the child. I’m also concerned about sports…it may sound shallow but sports are really big to many boys and it’s hard to play if you’re the smallest (which Max would be if we start skipping him). Anyway, I was thrilled to find out that his school will work with him. They will let him attend 2nd grade science and math classes (the areas he’s most interested in). That sounds good to me for now. I’m going to have his IQ tested to see where he is. Yep, I know that’s VERY controversial but depending on findings I’ll dig up programs to fit him. I always suspected it wasn’t normal for a 4-year-old to declare that he wanted to find a cure for aging. (G)
The twinners and I are off to playgroup. They love our twins-club playgroup and dance around excitedly saying, “Yay, yay friends!” And after being home with kid-speak for several days in a row I have to say I feel the same way. It’s great to have an adult conversation, so I find myself echoing the sentiment…”Yay, yay friends!”
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