You down with MMT?

Yeah, you know me!

So apparently, one of the booby-prizes that I received for having the twins is a torn knee! Wee! I had an MRI yesterday, and I’ll know tomorrow if I need surgery! Roopa! It was on open-sided MRI, and I think I can now honestly say I know what a grocery-store lobster feels like =)

And yes, only I could tear cartilage getting up-and-down fetching bottles and twins all day. Not 8 years of marching band, not lacrosse, not even teaching and wearing heels.

And for the record, the girls are not fond of getting immunized. One of the common side effects for them is a low grade fever – and for the parents, no sleep. I gave up and put Allison in a snuggli figuring I wouldn’t drop her if I fell asleep, and of course, she wouldn’t have any of that. I greatly improved my one-handed solitaire playing by 7 this morning =)

And for the record...I bet I'm the only one on this email that has had someone pee on their foot today (so far, at least =))

Hmm.

5 am yesterday – ready to hurl (woke Adam up by thrusting Jenna and bottle in his arms and hauling downstairs)

6:42 tonight – ready to hurl. Just played with raw chicken.Hmmm...Looks like I may be peeing on a stick this weekend....

My Karma ran over my Dogma

I thought this was amusing. Yesterday, Adam had to head up to IUPUI for class, since it was the first day and he’s a “project manager” (AI).

And left about 30 minutes later than planned, but no worries, because he had a DP and could park anywhere. All he needed to do was stop at the Flying J for cheap gas.And got pulled over for 72 in a 55 (just a warning) by Oliver. And gas at the Flying J was $.20 more expensive than Eville so he waited. And Harding Street was closed, and he almost ran out of gas on the detour.

So apparently, you can actually purchase Reserved spots at IUPUI. Like the one Adam parked in. And if someone parks in your spot, you can have them ticketed, towed, or ticketed and towed (the R spot owner’s choice). So he found out when he went out and found a BMW in the spot he parked in, and mentioned it to a coworker hoping there was a mistake and the car hadn’t been stolen. Parking Ops isn’t staffed like ours is, so he calls, no one answers. Calls again, no one answers. Calls a third time, and they tell him the car has been towed, but he can come to the Vermont Street garage to get it. Has an IUPUI coworker drive him over and drop him off since they said the car was there, goes in, pays the ticket and the tow charge, and finds out the car had been towed to a lot on the east side of Conseco. At least they drove him over there...not the friendliest of section of Indy unless you like razor wire.

Honestly, this still cracks me up and I grin whenever I think about it – I may have changed diapers all day, but at least I didn’t have to ride back to Bloomington wondering what else was going to happen!

Truman has taken to crawling under the dresser in our room to hide when the girls are cranky or Harry needs someone to whack around a bit. There is only about a 3” clearance for him to squeeze in under the front, and routinely I jump when I lean over to match a pair of black socks or something only to notice a leg sticking out or maybe his pink nose breathing on my toe.

When I went in to pull the 3’ tall column fan out from its normal corner yesterday, this is what I found behind the fan. Vaguely reminiscent of the Wicked Witch of the West, I think. Got a pretty good scream out of me, that’s for sure!

Life on the outside.

So I thought this would amuse you guys:

I really like being a stay-at-home mom. Even waking up at 2:45 and taking care of the kids/husband until 8p hasn’t been too bad (Adam stayed home yesterday and let me sleep most of the day).

What I can tell you, with certainty, is that I like the feeling of cold formula gleeking out of Jenna’s mouth and dripping down my armpit at 10 am way better that Allison spitting up and dripping down my armpit at 4 am. I’m not sure if it’s more the volume, time, or the temperature to be exact. All I know is when I got christened by Allison, I ended up with spit-up under my boob. I never had that happen at the Library, that’s for sure, but then again, I always wore a shirt over my tank top...

Adam’s mom just called and said she’d be here to help out at 1:30. Which means I’ve got to turn into the blinding hurricane of cleaning to prove everything is going fine (which it is...but last time she came in she noticed dishes sitting out from the night before and went over, picked them up, and started washing them. Freaked me out a little). Who knows...today may be the lucky day I bathe and change out of pjs! Woo-hoo!

In case you ever need to know...

The funky chicken will put both girls to sleep.

Picture if you will...the three of us dancing together in the nursery...with me in my giraffe slippers. I’m not sure what the girls are going to develop a complex about first: big game, fowl, or nice African American men with gravely voices.

Thank God for The Dynamics.