ZigZag Zeal

My son Jake is a football player.

Youth football is crazy, you never know what you will see at these games. I have seen crazy dad’s who yell at their sons in front of the whole team, trying to re-live some crazy fantasy of their youth.  I am always shocked at the parents more then the kids, if you ever need a good lesson in good & very bad parenting go watch a youth football game.  Anyway, back to my football story...

I love sitting there in the stands watching Jake play even though I am a nervous wreck thinking about what injury is he going to get today the entire time. I love to watch Jake zigzag down the field with such determination and I smile when his teammates offer a hand to get up after a tough play. I love to hear his name over the loud speaker when he has a great play, especially love hearing other parents say “keep your eye on number 45, he is good.”

I loved watching Jake's twin sister on the sidelines cheering for the team, she was a great cheerleader. She was the “flyer”, you know the girl who gets thrown up in the air and relies on other young girls to catch her also known as the give-mom-a-heart-attack landings. She quit the cheer team last year but that’s okay, I love sitting in the stands with her where I know she is safe.

I love that my youngest daughter always looks for Jake on the field, is the first to run to him and hug him after the game and that even though he is a teenager he remembers to hug her back.

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My favorite football memories of all though is when they have a really tough loss and my son Jake comes out of the locker room and walks back to the car with me slowly because he is so sore and tells me how he much fun he had. That alone is reason enough to love the game of football.

Yielding Yes-man

My son Jake likes to call himself the “ladies man.”
Mom thinks he is more of a yielding “yes-man” thanks to growing up with three bossy sisters.

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One thing is for sure, my son Jake has been enrolled in a dealing-with-women-boot-camp his entire life. Thankfully, his sisters will always be around, just in case Jake does end up with a bossy wife… I am sure they will step in and let her know that is entirely their job and to stand down.

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Hugs and Kisses.
There is nothing like a hug when you are hurt or sad.
Nothing even comes close.
A hug from Jake or his sisters can truly turn my whole day around.
It still brings tears to my eyes when I think back to all the times Jake would get scared of something and run to me with his arms straight up in the air, huge tears running down his cheeks from those big brown eyes, saying “momma, momma, momma” the whole way to me.
I often wish I had a magic wand I could wave to get even one of those moments back, but I don’t.
I always thought it was so funny how I could pick him up, give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and like magic the tears went away and it was back to playtime.  Kind of made me feel like I had the magic touch!

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Now that Jake is almost grown and very unlikely as a teenager to ever run to me screaming "momma, momma, momma" with his arms in the air, I can only carry these cherished memories in my heart.
Have you hugged someone today?

Womb Wars

Years ago during my twin pregnancy, I ended up having five ultrasounds before the babies were finally born and a very funny thing was going on in each of those ultrasounds.
I like to call it the “womb wars” because during all of those doctor visits, staring at the little screen I always layed there watching my two little precious babies literally beating on each other.  They were not messing around in there either, it was like something you would see on a WWF episode.
I remember being paranoid that they would be born all bruised up or with black and blue eyes, I even asked the doctor if it was possible for them to hurt each other, which she quickly told me to stop worrying and that they would be fine. 
Jake’s twin sister must have won all those womb wars because even though he was born a full 31 minutes earlier then her, she was the boss long before her arrival.

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Jake is about four inches taller then his twin these days but every once in awhile when she gets that little twinkle in her eye, he is still smart enough to take cover!

Vivacious Valor

Vi·va·cious

active, lively, animated, spirited and full of life

Val·or

bold, determined, heroic, courage and brave

Two words which describe my twins accurately.

Both have shown courage while others folded.

Both are spirited, full of life and can make you smile when you feel like all hope is gone.

Both have stood up for strangers whenever they felt a person simply needed a friend.

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My twins are my heroes and I am very proud of them.

 They are more loved then they will ever know or sadly that I can ever explain in my writings.

My oldest daughter and youngest daughter also have many unique qualities I am very proud of, they are mom's heroes too but this post is dedicated to my twins.

Who are the heroes in your life?

Unexpected Unbelievable Ultrasound

Finding out that you are going to have twins is very exciting, especially when you are five months pregnant and not expecting it at all, like me.
I was big, very big but the doctor thought the reason I was so big was because my first baby was nearly ten pounds at birth. Yes, you read that right. Imagine my surprise having such a large first baby. Anyway…
When the big day finally came around to have the ultrasound I was so excited and when I got up on the ultrasound table the technician looked down at me and said “let’s start with baby A.”
I laughed at her and replied “I know I am huge but I am not having twins, just one huge baby.”
She laughed and said “okay, well let’s take a look” while she put the cold gel on the giant bulge that used to be my tummy. “Yes, your having twins, this is baby A and this is baby B.”
I just laid there looking at the screen in disbelief and excitement then said calmly “can you tell me the sex of each of the babies if you can see it.”
The ultrasound tech started laughing hysterically.
“Are you kidding me, is there three?” I said.
She stops laughing finally and explains to me that the very moment I had asked the sex of the babies, baby A had been in the right place at the right time, making it very obvious to her that I was going to have a JAKE! She then told me that baby B was going to be a girl, which was a little harder to figure out since thankfully, girls have a way of being a little more discreet.

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Looking back it is hard to believe that was fifteen years ago, one of the best moments of my life.
Have you ever had a unbelievable or unexpected gift from God that changed your entire life?

The Toybox Torture

When Jake and his twin sister were a little over a year old, she came up with a pretty good trick, she would begin the day by using a step stool and climbing into the tall toybox to perch herself on top of the pile of toys until lunchtime. She was smart enough to figure out that if she sat there on top of all the toys that she had all the power, she alone could decide what and if Jake played with for the entire day. She could also bark off orders to Jake to go and retrieve anything she might need that was not inside of the toybox, trust me she had the power that he would in fact scurry off to get anything she asked for.
I was always quite surprised that Jake put up with this kind of monarchy like he did but there really was no way that he would have had the patience or endurance to sit on top of that pile of toys for 2-3 hours at a time like she did and he knew it, he was way too much of a on-the-go kid.
They did talk and share toys the entire time she was in there, but there was the occasional hit to Jake’s head by a toy when he tried to take something out without following the proper procedures, such as begging and pleading for it first.
I think this was yet another way she had her own little way of telling Jake without words that she was in fact the queen of his castle, like he did not already know that!

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Even at the age of one Jake knew that there can only be "one" and he was not likely to be the "one" anytime soon, unless of course she said he was the "one" for a very brief minute or two.

Stitches, Staples & Shiners!

Jake's Lifetime Injury List Excluding Scrapes & Bruises (everything mom can remember at least)
1. The very first shiner ~ black & blue eye compliments of twin sister smacking him with a building block before the age of one. He can always look back at the pictures of it and see where his troubles all began.
2. Stitches under chin ~ pushed by twin sister and fell into the coffee table, age 1.
3. Staples to the head ~ pushed on the stair steps by twin sister, age 5.
4. Dura bond (medical glue) to the forehead ~ rode bike into corner of the house while looking down watching his feet instead of the driveway, also age 5.
5. Dura bond again ~ ear lobe injury from messing with kitchen cabinets, age 6.
6. Staples on side of head ~ fell outside on back stairs of house, age 6.
7. Staples to back of head ~ rough housing with friend and hit edge of table, age 8.
8. Staples to side of head ~ playing with friends outside, age 9.
9. Sprained wrist ~ Football injury, age 10.
10. Stitches on two fingers ~ Shot by twin sister with BB Gun after letting her use it for the very first time, after a full year of him using it safely by himself, age 11.
11. Bruised ribs ~ Football injury, age 11.
12. Sprained thumb ~ Football injury, age 12.
13. Sprained ankle ~ Football injury, age 12.
14. Surgery to abdomen ~ to fix hernia Jake was probably born with, age 13
15. Bruised tailbone ~ Football injury, age 13
16. Stitches on two fingers ~ Just last week, after pulling a hunting knife out of a bag, after it had wiggled out of it’s case, age 14.

I am pleased to say however that Jake has a incredibly high pain tolerance and has always taken the medical procedures in stride and is usually more upset about the low number of stitches or staples he receives, I guess this lessons the bragging rights at school or something.  Once he even got a doctor to add one staple, after much begging!

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As you can see by the size of this list, Jake is a very injury prone boy, which drives me (mom) crazy!!  I am constantly praying that my little boy has had enough injuries to last him a entire lifetime! Thanks to all the wonderful doctor’s who have used great skill to leave Jake with only a few noticeable scars that are all thankfully under his hair! 
Now, how many staples, stitches or shiners have you had in your lifetime?

Remarkable Revelation

Jake has always been one for getting along with other kids and makes new friends easily with his outgoing personality, so you can imagine the surprise I had when the principal called to say Jake had literally pounced on a boy while out on the playground in 1^st grade.
After a lengthy talk with the principal about the investigation he had done into the event, I was very surprised to hear that Jake’s twin sister provoked Jake to tackle this poor boy on the playground.
She in fact liked this little boy and because kids have such a weird way of showing it, she set a series of events into motion just to get his attention.
1. She told Jake that this boy (pointing him out) on the playground was being mean to her and to watch out for her while she played.
2. She casually marched straight across the playground to the boy and told him that it would be fun to have a pushing contest and that he should go first by pushing her.
3. She laughed her little butt off when Jake tore through the playground and tackled this boy to the ground.
4. She sat in disbelief when the three of them had their very first visit ever to the principal’s office and she feared the inevitable punishment that was coming to her when the truth came out.
Jake and this boy went on to be very good friends and the principal used the opportunity to explain to Jake’s twin sister that she has a pretty big responsibility as a good sister not to provoke her brother to defend her.

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Jake learned that day that things are not always as they appear and that sometimes sisters have horns.

Questioning Quandary

When Jake and his twin sister were finally able to talk and be questioned as to “who did this or that?” Jake always spoke first and admitted to things there was no way he could have ever even done. No matter if he was there or nowhere near the scene of the crime, he always said he did it. He never wanted to see his twin cry and would even cry too if she got punished for anything. This went on until they were about 8 or 9 years old, and now that they are teens, forget it, he would rat her out in a flat minute.
Thank goodness though he finally stopped this practice and let her get punished for things he did not do, it did however take a lot of talks about how she needed to learn to be responsible for her own actions.

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The funny thing is… even when she was very little she would in fact say that she had done it (with a little naughty smirk on her face) even with Jake standing there trying to take the blame, this often led to a argument between the two of them over who really did it, which was quite comical actually for any parent to watch.