Swimming and Hockey

It is not easy finding sports that 3 year olds can play and enjoy. The boys took swimming lessons and hated it. I couldn't even watch them swim because if they saw me they would start to cry. I would go out into the lobby and put a magazine in front of my face and peek over the top every now and then. We did this for 2 sessions then I needed a break. Towards the end I was finally able to be in the same room with them without them freaking out. I next tried ice hockey. They had to learn how to skate using a tot cart first but now they can get around without one but try convincing them of that. The boys don't like hockey either. Actually, they don't like the coaches. I guess big guys on skates are pretty scary. They do like to skate with Michelle and I. We are all learning to skate together. Michelle is the only one who can't skate without holding on to something and even that is a challenge. I think she is going to take lessons. We go to family skate night at the rink for extra practice for the boys. The boys have one more week of hockey then they are done for a while. They don't have enough skills right now to join a team. But I think we will keep up with the skating.

Jay

Jay and Owen

A Nose Ring and a Tutu

Yesterday Owen asked if he could get a nose ring. He is three. Where do they get these ideas? Then at hockey practice, the coach said no tot carts. The coach told the kids that carts were for figure skaters and if you don't have figure skates and a tutu you couldn't get one. The boys wear figure skates at hockey practice because that is what the rental skates are. Owen started crying that he wanted a tutu.

Cooking with Twins

My boys love to cook. I have learned to keep them away from the stove. Once I had Owen help me make Rice Crispy Treats. His job was to dump the marshmallows into the pot. He was kneeling on a stool by the stove and I gave him the lecture on not touching the stove, burners, or pot because they were hot. He began to dump the marshmallows into the pot and a few dropped onto the gas stove below the burner. Owen went to reach for them and I swatted his hand away and in the process, knocked him off the stool onto the floor. Now they are no longer under any circumstances allowed within 5 ft of the stove when I am cooking.

I make cookies with them because it is something that can be made mostly away from the oven, they are simple to make, taste good, and they have enough steps to occupy the boys and not so many to try my nerves. A couple of weeks ago, I decided to make snicker doodles with the boys. I left the butter on the counter to soften. Owen took the butter and used it to draw all over the glass sliding door. He had to clean the door of course, not a real punishment since he likes to clean everything but his toys. Owen called the cookies, "sneaker poodles." Jay called them "those sneaker cookies"

The Difference Between Boys and Girls

The boys have started to identify people by gender. Last night they were busy naming the people they know and stating whether they were a boy or girl. I asked Owen what the difference between boys and girls was and he said, " Girls have really big swing sets with lots of swings and a slide."

The Diagnosis is....

Jay came running out of his room last night to tell me that his belly was making noises. I asked him if he was hungry. He said no. I asked him if he burped. He thought about it then said yes. Then he said it made noise again. I didn't hear anything and thought the boy might be hallucinating. I picked him up and put him on my lap and he hiccuped. I told him he had the hiccups. With much excitement in his voice, he declared that he needed to go to the doctor. I explained to him that the hiccups will go away on their own and he doesn't need to go to the doctor. I told him that when he was very little and still in my tummy, he used to get hiccups all the time. I miss that.

He Can Be Sweet Too.

The boys were fighting over a toy the other day. Owen had it first and Jay wanted it. I called Jay over to me and picked him up and started hugging and kissing on him. Owen is very jealous of any attention that I show Jay. Owen walked over to us and offered Jay the toy thinking that Jay would leave me for the toy. Instead Jay says, "Okay Owen I'll get it when I'm done hugging my mommy." He actually chose me over his toy. He can be so sweet sometimes.

Don't Make Him Mad

Jay got mad when I told him he could not play with my hand lotion and ripped the door off my coffee table. He didn't break it at the hinges. He actually broke the wood. If he is capable of this at 3 years of age, what does the future hold?