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20 years of being in love

14 years of marital bliss

5 years of infertility

9 months of a high risk pregnancy

2 perfect boys (at the same time)

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5/26/12

Zeke saves the day!

It only takes one time.

 

So tonight the boys, the dog and I went for a walk around the block. Like we always do.

 

Halfway around, Rocco says “I feel low. I turned to look at him and he looked low - pale and tired.  Oh, my God! I didn’t have his blood sugar monitor or his glucose tablets. How could I forget?



 

I guess I always figured I could run home. But this seemed problematical as I took in the scene -  my exhausted and hypoglycemic son, my full-of-energy other son doing scooter tricks, my 15 year old dog limping behind and Rocco's f#%*^, bulky, remote control car!

 

I told him to climb on my back and I would carry him piggy back. I cursed myself. We got 3/4 the way around and Rocco said he couldn't go any further and just wanted to sit down. I could see my house and I told him I would run and get the tablets.

 

When your blood sugar is low, you can be stubborn and irrational. He grabbed my leg and begged me not to leave. We only had one choice. We both looked over at the hero on the scooter! I looked at Zeke and said "You're strong. Please go get Rocco some tablets. They are in the cupboard."

 


In true Zeke fashion, he simply said "OK" and "I know". And away he zipped!


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 Scooting down the path. Five minutes later he returned with a roll of glucose tablets in his hand!!!! 


He said "here you go Rocco", as he passed him the roll. 

 

My/our hero!

 

Each boy ate three tablets (a special sweet treat for non-diabetic Zeke) and we all hobbled home. Rocco on my back with his car in his hand banging me in the chest, Zeke with his scooter and the old limping dog.


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Note to stupid self: Bring monitor and tablets EVERYWHERE you go and don't be so cavalier and think it will never happen to you...


To tell the truth, when I got the boys in bed, I kind of had a pity party. I texted my friend explaining my terrible error. Her son is diabetic and I knew she would understand. Then, I cried. Stupid Damn diabetes!! It can infect even an innocent walk around the block! I hate this damn disease sometimes. 


After the pity party, I got on Facebook hoping to get lost in my friends' lives since at that moment I felt like mine sucked so bad. 


At least I felt that way until I saw this picture that someone shared. 



So, after I stopped sobbing at this picture, I can for sure say that my life does not actually suck...

5/23/12

diabetes vs. career




Two years ago, I applied for a job. A really big sales job! Lots of money and lots of perks. It was a lot like the job I had before the boys were born. I was the second runner up and I did not get the job.  I felt terrible about not getting it.  It was such a blow to my ego.
 
However, since then I have thought many times that I was grateful not to get that job. It required traveling out of state for ten days for training up-front. Then working on the road and traveling to quarterly meetings out-of-town. At any point in time, I would have been maybe an hour away from Rocco and Zeke. The boys were four at the time. Looking back now, I would have missed so much. I am definitely a believer that everything happens for reason.
 
But last Thursday, I got an email from the same company wanting to know if I would be interested in interviewing for that same position again. At first, I was elated! I was just so excited that they remembered me! I felt like, "I told you that you should have hired me." Sorry, but it's true!
 
I spoke with Michael and we hastily/excitedly/preliminarily agreed to write her back and say "Yes!" The job paid a lot and, more importantly, it had a 401k.  My previous 401k had stopped growing when the boys started growing.
 
I was initially excited to get back to my old life of swanky cocktail hours, schmoozing with the customers, meeting deadlines and quotas. New suits and high heels! Really important stuff! It would be so great to feel important again. It seemed like a fairy tale compared to my current projects of reorganizing my kitchen and volunteering in the classroom.
 
But, as the next two days passed, some sobering realities set in. It wasn't pretty.
 
If I got the job, I would be flying to Utah within a few weeks for the ten-day training class. That would have been right when the boys were coming home for summer vacation. Then I would be gone from them every day from 8 to 5, forever and ever. The great money would bebreached significantly by a nanny’s salary. I would also need to rely on the nanny, Michael, family and friends to get our life done while I traveled each quarter for the out-of-town meetings. Sure, I thought, "Women do this every day. Michael and I will work it out! Why can't we have it all?"
 
Then, I remembered one obvious reason. Rocco, my Type 1 diabetes buckaroo!
 
My stomach sank. How would I find a trustworthy someone in the next couple of weeks to care for him? Type 1 diabetes requires constant vigilance and never-ending care giving activities. For all the gory details, check out my friend Meri's post. She perfectly puts into words what a parent of a diabetic child goes through in a day. Click here to read her post.
 
 
So now, after reading that, can you see the dilemma too?  How could I ever teach a wide-eyed, well-intentioned, twenty-five-year-old ALL of that within the next couple of weeks? How would we continually coordinate information between nanny, me, grandma, my sister and Michael?  Something would for surely get messed up along the way. And a simple mistake with diabetes can have serious consequences.
 
Diabetes needs a home base for it's numbers. It needs a brain. Right now, I am that brain just as Meri is the brain for her operation of raising three children with Type 1 diabetes. If there are too many brains it just tempts fate of poorly controlled diabetes. I couldn't do that to him. The better we take care of Rocco now the less complications he will have in the future. Diabetes can affect your sight, your heart, liver, kidneys and limbs. This poor little guy is about to embark on a lifetime full of responsibilities. If I can help him with that now,  do not care if I live in a fancy old folks home. 

Plus, how would we train that person to understand that Rocco bites his nails when he is high and that the corners of his eyes get red when he is low? Also, he can't have peanut butter because it makes his blood sugar go to 300 .
 
What happens if he passes out because she didn't understand that when his blood sugar is 79, he can't go to play with his friends until he has some sugar? And then he can only play if he waits fifteen minutes while the sugar kicks in! try telling a new nanny who's trying to learn everything to make a six year old sit and watch his friend's play with his brother for fifteen or more minutes. It wouldn't even be fair to her. 
 
What happens if he is hospitalized and I am in day six of a training class in Utah, several hours from home? What happens if I am at work an hour away and his port comes out? What happens if he gets dehydrated and his blood sugars go too low? What happens?  What happens?
 
So I imagined all these dreadful scenarios, each one worse than the other. In each scenario, I am somewhere smiling and closing a sale while my boy is lying unconscious on the floor.
 
And I haven't even mentioned how my absence would affect Zeke! My little angel needs me still!
 
Then my mind drifted to the future. Diabetes can be more difficult for teenagers because hormones and stress cause blood sugars to rise and fall more than the fancy fountain at the Bellagio in Las Vegas! My friends are forever on their phones texting back and forth to their teens with adjustments to insulin because of their child's day of adrenaline-filled drum line practice and stress-filled test taking. Could I get all this done while also performing my very important job?
 
Would any of these terrible scenarios I have imagined ever come to pass? Realistically, probably and hopefully not. But, “what if?” Should I be limited by the "what ifs?" Maybe not, but this job came with a lot of variables. A lot of variables and no home base for all the numbers. 
 
At first, Michael was on board with the job. He said he could handle being a home base for the numbers. he is wonderful with Rocco and has a deeper sense of responsibility than most people should. He said they could just call or text him if I wasn't available.  I know for him it must have been so tempting to finally share the daunting burden of providing for the four of us. But, as we spoke of “what ifs”, we both agreed - it wasn't time yet. Today’s “what ifs” were just too scary for us both. He likes me to be the one to care for Rocco when he can't do it. For now, he trusts only me to handle his sons’ daily lives. That is worth more to him than sharing the money burden. He said, "We have a great life. Why ruin it?" I told you he was a peach!
 
When I asked my mom for advice, she simply said in so many words, "2012 Shari can no longer be 2002 Shari". She meant that 2002 was a different time without kids or diabetes. This helped me with my decision.
 
Will I get another chance at a sales career sometime in the future? Who knows? It may be that no one will want to hire a mom who hasn't worked as a sales rep in years? But, as I wrote a "Thank you but no thank you" email, my heart got lighter. I knew it was the correct decision for my family right now and for me personally. I won’t close any doors for the future, but for now I will wear my heels to Field Day at their school!

As for the funding of our retirement,  I'm scrappy. We'll find a way. I still have to publish my book. Maybe I'll be on Ellen one day to pitch the book and thousands of people will upload it on their tablets.
 
For me, feeling important is when we get a 120 on Rocco’s blood sugar meter or when Zeke is asked to be a mentor in helping other students to behave because he is a "model student". It's when I can send Michael off on his day with clean clothes, two healthy, thriving boys and a happy, settled wife. Settled wife, settled life. Right?

Oh well, so we will be poor in our old age. Raising two boys who will be co-President's will be my investment opportunity. Who needs funds or bonds with cuties like these?

Hey, does anyone if Obama's parents live with him at the White House? And if that's true, you bet your sweet ass, as Rocco boards Air Force One I will still be on the tarmack yelling "honey, check your blood sugar before you take off!!". Poor kid... 




5/20/12

My Diabetes Hero

Wow! I have had so much fun writing every day for Diabetes Blog Week! I have had such great comments through Facebook and on my site. I even gained three new members to Everyday Highs and Lows which to me is the greatest compliment! One lady even told me I was and inspiration! Totally bawled... Thank you everyone for your support! It has been a great week!

Today's last topic is a great one. It is "who is your diabetes hero?". We all know the obvious choice is this little man right here..
And don't get me wrong, he absolutely is! 

But, I have another guy that I actually look up to, also. He has had diabetes since 1981. He has checked his blood sugar around 8-10 times a day since let's say, you were in high school. Or since your first child was born. Or since you bought your house. Every single day. 

His running A1c is 6.9. He has only been in the hospital less than a handful of times for lows. Never for highs and never for problems resulting in elongated high blood sugars. He has carried on a career as a major executive while handling the hour by hour care that diabetes requires. He used the first pumps that came out. His original blood sugar monitor was HUGE! He has NO complications from his diabetes and he is 66. That is 31 years of monitoring every single thing he puts into his mouth. He has checked his blood sugar on average 101,835 times!! He never complains. Ever. He never speaks of burning out. He just handles it. Every meal, every drink, every day. Just handles it. 

So, I can proudly say that my father-in-law, the editor of my blog, and Rocco and Zeke's grandpa is my diabetes hero! So, thanks  Liza for saying that about me but Tom is really the inspiration here! Thanks Tom for giving Rocco and I a model with which to aspire! 


What does diabetes look like?

Today's topic for Diabetes Blog Week is: show what diabetes looks like through some snapshots. So here you go...

This is what we keep his pump in. Pjs have no pockets.

This is him getting checked during his basketball game.
This is three days before Rocco was diagnosed. He had lost a quarter of his body weight and was not yet 2 years old.


These are his test strips. We use these every time we poke his finger to check his blood sugar. There are 50 in each box. This is a two month supply.

This is him at the same waterpark three days before he was diagnosed. I am guessing in this picture his blood sugar was above 500. We had no idea he diabetes. He chews his nails when he is high. We know that now..
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This is him at the school Valentine's Day party. This one had low carb food, thank God. But typically these are a nightmare.

This is Rocco without diabetes.

People always tell me I can cure him with exercise and eating right. 


This is how his pump attaches. 

This is a perfect blood sugar number for a child.

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This is him going to play in the neighborhood. He has a backpack with water, his monitor, sugar tablets and yes that is a cell phone. He calls me if he feels low. 

I loved this picture until I washed his hands and the paint colored all of the holes in his fingers from when we check his blood sugar. They were everywhere.

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This is my man giving himself insulin. He's six.


This is what he looks like when his blood sugar is 326.
Yes he is eating ham pieces and diet pop...

Here is an after school snack when his blood sugar is high. 

But this is also him....
just being a kid,

A brother,

A sweetie,

a goof ball,

And a perfect little human...

















5/18/12

One thing I want you to know

Today's topics is "Tell everyone something you want them to know about diabetes". 

I remember a very funny video a friend of mine shared with me. Excuse the stupid animated voices but the content is very funny. If you have ever said anything the guy says to the lady to a parent of a child with diabetes, don't worry. We know you were just trying to be helpful. Anyway hope you enjoy! 

5/17/12

What Is Your Fantasy Diabetes Device?

Today's topic is "What is your fantasy diabetes device?" If you could have any helpful device, what would it be?

 

Hands down, I want a breathalyzer to check blood sugar. One that works every time!

 

I remember the doctor telling me that my 22-month- old son has a disease which requires that I, and later he, must stab his fingers with a poker every day for the rest of his life.

 

No, not once, but 6 to 10 times per day! Every day, for the rest of his life!!!

 

Do these finger pokes leave marks? You betcha! Do they scar and cause calluses? Yep! Do they hurt? Ding! Ding! Ding! Winner!

 

Whaaaattttt?

 

Well, what if we don't want to, I thought? He's my child and I DON'T WANT TO!

 

Oh, don't worry we were told; we will put the poker in a cute little plastic thing and make it look pretty. You can even get one in his favorite color!  Oh, and don't worry, if his fingers get worn out, you can test him on his arm, or maybe even his toe!

 

Whaaaatttt? His toe?

 

OKI’M THINKING, YOU GET THIS BABY WHO IS STILL IN DIAPERS TO STICK OUT HIS TOE, AND THEN YOU POKE IT WITH A POKER AND HOPE IT BLEEDS AS HE WATCHES AND FEELS YOU SQUEEZE - 6-10 TIMES A DAY. MY FIRST THOUGHT WAS, YOU GO AHEAD DOC AND GIVE THAT A TRY BECAUSE I SURE AS HELLAM NOT DOING IT!!!

 

I thought that he would surely squeal and run, similar to kids facing immunizations. As they should. Nope! Not me! Not my kid! Not EVER!! See you later suckersbecause instead of poking, we are headed for the Dairy Queen!

 

Good luck to all y'all; later gators! 

 

That is how I remember it. That dramatic and that overwhelming.

 

Of course, it went nothing like that in reality, but it might as well have! Because poking you child's finger 6-10 times a day every day stinks! No, to hell with it! It sucks! Noone should have to endure this every day. They say you don't feel it after a while. That is beside the point. A man walked on the moon 15,642 days ago. The internet was invented 10,951 days ago. My friend used her cell phone Facetime app to see her mom in the Southern tip of Africa 94 days ago! Believe it or notthe seemingly impossible can become reality if someone is determined to make it happen!

 

I know they have tried the breathalyzer to check blood sugar and there were difficulties. But come on people, let’s not give up! The status quo of barbaric pokers is unacceptable!  Make it happen! Don't you want to be the first company out there to create this? I promise it would put you on the map forever! Just ask all the 6 year olds who will be buying your products for the next hopefully 94 years. 

 

So yes, if Rocco could blow into a little piece of plastic instead of poking and bleeding, that would be nice… I mean look at those little fingers. He has at least 80 more years of doing this... 



5/16/12

One Thing To Improve






Today's topic for the 3rd annual Diabetes Blog Week is doing one thing better. Talk about one thing you would like to improve. Of course, this one is way easier to talk about than yesterday's post! 

 

The one thing I would like to do better is honing in on every carb. It was over Easter break that I noticed my shortcoming. Rocco’s numbers are pretty stable at school. Not too many unexplained highs or lows. Nice and stable. But when he was home for Easter break, his numbers were all over the map.

 

I said to myself, somewhat jokingly, "He gets better care from the lady who checks him at school than from his own mother."

 

But then I thought about it some more and realized the reason why. The truth is, I sometimes glaze over. I don't usually get diabetes mommy burn out per say, but I do tend to get sick of counting every carb, every time he eats. You even have to count each m & m individually! Every single thing. So, yes like any person who has been on a diet and got bored of it, I am sure you can relate to the "glaze over". Only difference, you can never get off the diabetes train. If you glaze over with diabetes, you see the effects immediately. Sometimes if you get it really wrong, those effects are life threatening. That is why this condition is so constant and all consuming. Burnout happens quite often, understandably so. 


When he is in school, I make him lunches and count every single carb. I do this so he does not go high or low when I am not with him. So, I totally focus every night when preparing his school lunch. I pack high fiber and whole grain carbs, veggies, fruits and a protein. We all know this is the best way to help a body process food. Therefore, his numbers run stable. 

I always wonder why I am not as vigilant for my own meals but that's another topic! 

 

However, when he is home with me, I guesstimate. I know I can see the look on his face when his blood sugar is low and see the look on his face in voice when his number is high. So, knowing I own this information I tend just to look at a plate of food and say, " Ahhhh, looks like about 35 carbs." I get it right most times, but then there are times when I get it wrong and the poor guy pays with highs or lows and ultimately feeling crappy!





 I shouldn't trust my mommy vibe so much I should take the time to stop, count the carbs (really count) and do the best I can for him. Whether I am busy or not. His care comes before loading the dishwasher for God's sake right? 


So, this summer I promise to count every carb - at home, during pool visits, at camp, and when otherwise traveling about with the boys.


If you would also like to read others who are participating in Diabetes Blog Week, click here's and meet my peeps! 


5/15/12

One Thing Great

Today's topic for the 3rd annual Diabetes Blog Week is "One Thing Great". The goal is to write about one thing that I or a loved one does great while handling their diabetes care

 

Hmmmm, I am a humble person, so this topic stretches me past my comfort zone but hey, it does take a lot of work to handle diabetes, so I guess I will take a moment to celebrate that and not care if I sound braggy. 

 

I would say am great at having Rocco, my six-year-old diabetic, feel "normal". I obsess over the numbers so he does not have to. I memorize all the carb counts so he can learn to add in school and not in our kitchen. I set my alarm in the middle of the night to check him so he can dream in peace. I create balanced meals so he doesn’t often feel extreme spikes and drops in blood sugar. I embarrass myself in front of other moms with my vigilante behavior before, during and after birthday parties, so he can concentrate on what's in the goody bag instead what's his number. I give him a heavy protein diet for breakfast and lunch on Valentine’s Day so he can have the cupcake later at the Valentine's party. I research everyday for tips and tricks to make him even healthier. I arrange diabetes-focused meetings with teachers, secretaries and principals and fill in the paperwork for school medical management plans. I find diabetes camps he can attend. I stare at his neck in case it's sweaty and his eyes to see if they look sleepy, looking for signs of low blood sugar or high blood sugar. I do all this while orchestrating a perfect, seemingly "normal" family life. I guess I can say I am proud of myself for that. 

 

As far as the most important person, Rocco, you know the one WITH Type 1 diabetes, he does everything great! But, if I were to pick one thing, I would have to choose the fact that he hardly ever complainsAlmost never. I can count on one hand how many times he has actually said something like, " I wish I didn't have diabetes."  Or, "I hate changing my port site.

 

He also keeps his days normal. He stops anytime we ask him to get checked. He doesn’t panic if the number is high or low. He always does what we ask him to do, like eat something, get a port change (these can hurt) or wash his hands 1,000 times a day. Everyone who is around him is amazed at his complete resolve. People who care for him often ask him how to handle certain situations about his care. He is so responsible he routinely helps them through the process. He does this with my family, my husband's parents, teachers, and babysitters. He is a special kid.  

 

It could be that he’ll go through a phase as a super-rebellious adolescent or teenager, in contrast to his great attitude about diabetes as a little kid. But maybe not. Fingers crossed. My father-in-law's endocrinologist says that "if you must be a diabetic, you might as well be a good one." I can say for sure that, so far, Rocco is a good one! 

 

I couldn't live a "normal" life without him and his cheery attitude. He makes life pleasurable and easy for all of us! 



5/14/12

Find a Friend

Yeah! Or is it yay? Either way, yippee! I officially get to participate in The 3rd Annual Diabetes Blog Week. 


This means that I post everyday for a week about set topics that Karen from www.bittersweetdiabetes.com has come up with. The purpose is to share experiences that we have gone through by having diabetes or by caring for someone with diabetes. The Diabetic Online Community is so open and welcoming! I am so greatful for them! Thanks Karen!

So, the today's topic is to Find a Friend. I would like to let you about one you may already know and one you probably don't know. Hope you enjoy!

The first one is someone I just met on this past Friday and Saturday. Her name is Kerri Sparling and she writes a blog called www.sixuntilme.com

When I decided to put us on the internet and start writing this blog, I did some research! It was such exposure to the outside world and I wanted to do it for all the right reasons. My goal was to have other parents feel that there was someone else out there experiencing the same 24-7 vigilance over their child as I was. But, I remember looking at Kerri's blog specifically because she had 365 days full of pictures of diabetes. It was a photo diary of one year's worth of pictures of her diabetic days. When I started looking through the pics, I cried. I usually cry when I can feel someone else's pain. When I saw she used the same monitor we did and it had a low blood sugar number on it. I had seen that low number before when checking Rocco's blood sugar. I realized then that I must have felt the same disappointment in myself that she must of felt when she read that number. Only I was disappointed for my son and she for herself. I already knew I liked her just from the pictures. So, imagine my delight when I found out she was coming to speak at our local Juvenile Diabetes conference! Imagine my delight when I was invited to come the night before and meet her and speak one on one with her regarding our mutual experiences handling diabetes. 

When I saw her that night, I have to tell you I was a little nervous. I felt as awkward as if I were meeting Bono, Sting or Martha Stewart! But, I needn't worry because she was  wonderful! She couldn't have been any nicer. She was open to sharing advice with me regarding reaching more parents with children who have diabetes. She even went so far as to say she would do a guest post on me! She didn't have to do anything like that but I am super greatful! 

So, when you get a second go to www.sixuntilme.com. Her clever writing and her vlogs are super funny and oh, so real! Don't forget to check out the 365 photos. When she spoke at the conference and shared her story about her diabetic life - I laughed, I cried and I loved it! If she comes to speak in your town, go see her!  She is great! Bring a cup of coffe because her speech is so comfortable, real and funny that you'll feel like you are sitting with her chatting at Starbucks!! Thanks Kerri for being so super cool! 

Ok, the second person I would like to introduce does not have anything to do with diabetes. However, she shares a similar journey to us all. She also has difficulty finding sitters she trusts to handle her son's care.  She also tries to avoid average loud kid functions with her son.  She also sometimes feels held up in her house while she manages the day to day activities of her son.

Her name is Karla. Her son's name is Jonathon. She writes a blog called www.dynamicmom.com. Together they are amazing. They work so well together that when you see them, it is difficult to distinguish who is actually teaching whom? :0). Let me tell you why.

Jonathon has Sensory Processing Disorder. http://dynamicmom.com/what-is-sensory-processing-disorder/.  Despite everything that he experiences in a day he truly shines throughout it all! His smile is infectious and Karla and I are convinced he was sent to her straight from God to help her understand her world, his world, and the thousands of people out there with their shared world! Without even knowing it, he helps guide her through her days to help parents and children all over the world support each other through their common journey. To do this she writes a blog called www.dynamicmom.com!


Her truthful way she expresses their life is something with which we all can relate. She is honest, open and vulnerable in her posts because she knows she is not alone in her feelings. Through her blog she connects moms handling all types of special needs. But even if your child doesn't have special needs, feel free to take a look through her blog! I am positive you can relate to her story. She is one Dynamic Mom! I am blessed to call her my friend!

Looking forward to posting tomorrow about "One Great Thing" that we do well while caring for Rocco's diabetes. See you all tomorrow. 

5/13/12

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day Everyone!
Let me first start by giving a shout out to my own mother! Without her I could never gotten through the infertility, the crazy, twin pregnancy, the infancy, the heart failure or the diabetes. I would have crumbled (& did many times on her shoulder). But throughout everything she just stood there solid as a rock. Letting me feel my feelings and helping me make plans to get past them. Coming with me to the doctor appointments, information gathering meetings, support groups and running to Babies R Us for preemie clothes for my 5 & 6 pound babies! Like a rock saying "ok, what's next? Where do you need me? How can I help?".  Mom, for that and so much more, I thank you! 

Ok, next. I would also like to say that during my infertility years (5 in all, ugh!), I hated Mother's Day. I hated the stupid commercials that kept saying how babies change everything. I hated the lines out of the restaurants with all the pretty moms dressed identical to their even prettier toddler girls. I hated the card section at Target and the roadside stand chock full of flowers! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I hated it all because I wanted it so badly and there was never any hope in sight that i would get cards, flowers or get to match my kids. I know that sounds selfish, ugly and just plain old mean but when you are going through infertility, it sends you deeper and deeper into an ugly selfish world with each passing month. So, today if you know anyone going through infertility please, just leave them alone today but send them a nice text saying "thinking of you today. Hope you are doing ok". It will mean the world to your friend that you remembered she might be having a tough day but also respected what she is going through. So if she wants to feel ugly, she can without you even expecting anything else from her. 

Now for the good stuff. How fun!!! Mother's Day Rocks! The boy's amazing first grade teachers put on a Mother's day tea for us all this Friday. It was the most adorable thing I have ever seen! They memorized and sang six songs. They learned the alphabet in sign language. Baked us muffins. Made us punch (no actual tea but who's counting). Painted us a flower pot with Popsicle stick flowers with jobs they could do for us. Gave us each a top ten list of all the reasons why they love us. And made a picture of each of their moms out of various papers. Mine actually look like me in two separate ways , of course. They worked on all of this stuff everyday for a month and it showed. It was divine. 

However, it was also gut wrenching. The dilemma was that both boys worked so hard and were so excited to present their stuff but they were in separate classrooms this year. So anytime I would be in one guy's classroom. The other guy sat in his classroom with no mom. OMG!! I wanted to die. We ended up just working it out by me running to and fro between the two rooms. Eventually, Rocco ended up in Zeke's classroom with us. But, to be honest Rocco kind of got the short end of the stick. A month ago the boys requested to be in the same room. I struggled with this because there are so many great reasons to put them together and so many to keep them apart. But as far as the groups functions that happen simultaneity, I am all for the same classroom! Having twins is amazing because you get double the love but it does get a little tricky sometimes! 

So, I hope you all enjoyed your burnt toast and coffee-grind coffee breakfast in bed this morning! I actually got a text (so high tech) from my little men because my mom took them over night while Michael and I went to a concert and acted as if we were single again!  Great start to a pleasant day! 

Hope you enjoy your day! Gotta run and pick up the monsters so I can finally be the girl who stands outside the restaurant with her perfectly matching boys. Only problem is, that means I have to wear an Angry Birds T shirt. Lol! Not exactly the picture I had in mind ten years ago but I'll take it! 

P. S. this week I am participating in Diabetes Blog Week. It means that I will be posting something every day. So if you would like to, log on lots this week. I hopefully will have a new post each day!