Somewhere between hypercompetence & homeownership
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Whatever the hell that means.

Tuesday, January 29
Disgusting but inevitable
Jenny is right, I did immediately s***can the idea of PB slices. Personally, I think they'll be disgusting and not at all appetizing. The consistency of a cheese food slice is so nasty. Many have commented on the ease of construction of a PB&J sandwich that these things will provide. I would agree, but I never seem to have this problem with the current form of PB. I think the issue isn't actually the PB, it's the sad, sorry, structure of processed white bread. Try using a thick toasted slide of decent hearty bread instead.

But I digress.

The sad truth is that while I find these things repulsive, I will bet that Hannah (and perhaps her sisters as well) will find them irresistible and I will be forced to purchase and use them. I must agree that they will probably make PB&J sandwiches a no muss, no fuss process.

Hmmm, new idea: make Hannah make her own lunch. Yeah, now we're talking QoL (Quality of Life) improvement

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A little motivation is a dangerous thing We really like our house, but we are constantly looking to change and improve it. The 'big' project, the one we know we won't do for years, is the kitchen. We've discussed lots of possible plans, nothing ever seemed like the right solution, so it was easy to put the whole project off. We've always said it will have to wait about 8 years, till the student loans are paid off. Well, things change. We've gotten closer to a clear mental model of what would work and that makes waiting that much harder. It's not like we broke out the sledgehammer and started knocking over walls, but there's been a change in the tone of the discussion from fictional to factual. Enough so, that we'll watch our neighbors addition go up with a closer eye and probably talk to their architect before they're done. Thats a whole lot sooner than 8 years.

Of course, we have no idea how we'd pay for it.

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Monday, January 28
It's not the burning, it's the itching but in this case, it's:

It's not the 3am diaper changing that's killing me, it's the screaming. For whatever reason, Olivia screams like you're poking her with a hot stick when you change her diaper. She has 2 volume settings: off and 11.

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Friday, January 25
Attention Industrial Designers: From this day forth, nothing shall be designed without one of the following:
1. retractable cord. God, I love these. Not just for the vacuum cleaner but wherever they appear. My rice cooker has one and I'd hate it without one.
2. flip-away outlet prongs. Not sure how to describe that correctly. You know, the little metal bars that go into the electrical outlet. I love when they fold up into the back of the charger or whatever. I hate when I have to pack chargers and such in a bag and the damn prongs jam into things.
3. just make the damn thing cordless and solve the problem altogether.

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Friday, January 18
Resorted priorities? Since surviving the hospital, I find it hard to really care about most work related issues. I suppose this is a good thing in that it helps to keep things in perspective for the long haul but on the downside, I must be careful to keep this to myself in meetings about project prioritization.

Nothing like a life and death experience reality check every now and then :-)

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Thursday, January 17
Life B.T. (before twins) no longer exists. Term coined by LuAnn, quite accurately

and I am already sick of telling the woeful tale of the hospital stay. In some weird and twisted way, it wasn't really all that stressful. Once past the immediate scare, it became a slow grinding sort of existence.

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Wednesday, January 16
Okay, here's the scoop... or at least a reasonably quick run-through for those of you who haven't heard any of this. You might have been wondering why I hadn't blogged for so long with so much new happening around me. The only real clue online that anything was amiss was a brief reference in Jenny's blog about Leah having a cold and another about the babies feeling better a few days later. Well, those only scratch the surface.

Way back on New Year's Eve and maybe even a day before, we noticed that Leah had the sniffles. It really sucks to have a cold when you don't even know how to breathe through your mouth. On the 2nd, Lara decided to take Leah to the pediatrician. I got desperate phone messages while I was at lunch: Lara was taking her to the emergency room. I left work immediately to meet her there. Sure enough, Leah had contracted a virus (RSV) that had developed into a viral pneumonia. She was admitted to the hospital immediately. The illness could be potentially life threatening if left untreated but those concerns passed fairly quickly (about 48-72 hrs.). Unfortunately, there was nothing to do for her but give her plenty of oxygen and TLC. Then we watched and waited for Olivia developed the same symptoms, which she did about 48 hrs. later. We repeatedly tried to be optimistic with each new development and continued to assume we'd be able to get out of the hospital in 'a couple of days'.

Turns out, it was about 12. Yes, Lara, the babies and I all lived in a single hospital room for 12 straight days, never getting more than 3 hrs sleep in any single stretch. Lara left the room about 2 times a day (shower and field trip with Hannah) and left the hospital once for 2 hrs during the entire time.

The only thing that alloweed us to survive the event was Lara's mom. She virtually fed and clothed all of us for the entire time. She cared for Hannah at home and constantly brouhgt us food (take out and homemade) and clothing (a few days worth a time since we were leaving 'any minute')

Currently, the girls are home again, Leah is 100% recovered but Olivia is still requiring a tiny bit of oxygen assistance, that should be over by the end of the weekend. The entire experience has been a nightmare but we have survived and hope that it all becomes a distant vague memory VERY soon.

One has to look for the upside to events such as this: Lara and I didn't kill each other. There were some occasional cross words but they were usually at 3am during feeding. I got alot more bonding time with the girls than I would have otherwise.

Hannah has had the worst of this whole life changing series of events. First, mommy is on bedrest, then Mommy is gone, then these new babies arrive and then all of your family goes to live in the hospital for two weeks. She is clearly stressed out, so sad for a three yr old. We are doing what we can to make it up to her. On the plus side, she does clearly love her sisters and is anxious to help care for them and love them. She and I can hardly wait for the arrival of baby smiles and giggles so we can subject them to countless 'tummy blows'.

I could probably write for thousands of words about this whole experience but I think I'd make a mess of it and bore you all to tears. If you want to know more, email me.

I deliberately did not bring a camera into the hospital, I wanted to avoid creating any lasting record of this event. The only 'souvenir' we kept from the hospital was a note left on our door barring access to anyone without permission from the charge nurse.

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Wednesday, January 2
New Year's Resolution: Survive the year.

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