You'll have to forgive me, but I'm a little rusty at this. I've not kept a blog for nearly three years, and I'm afraid that I might have forgotten how to do it.
My name is Joanne, although I'm not sure I know anyone who actually calls me that. Jo, Joey, Jojo, Butthead (little sisters are the best)... sometimes when some stranger calls me "Joanne," I look around in search of who they're talking to before I realize it's me!
I'm 34 (in 2010), but tell my kids I'm 25. Unfortunately, they've now figured out how to subtract, and have deduced that, if they're 10 years old, I am unlikely to be the age I tell them. But, they usually let me have my illusions, anyway.
Joel. Go ahead... "Awwww!!" He's a very good and funny man, and I'm a lucky girl. He's beyond smart and works for Microsoft. Please don't ask me what he does. I don't know. It's not that I don't care. It's just so far over my head and changes so often that by the time I've figured out what he's doing, he's been promoted or transferred to something else, and I have to start all over.
We have three daughters, of whom you will likely hear a great deal. McKenzie and Casey are 10 year old identical twins, with Alicia following 16 months younger at 9.
McKenzie is a real interesting little thing. Born eight weeks early, she had the hardest start as a baby, on a ventilator at birth, followed by being on oxygen until she was three months old. Physically, I consider this the explanation for why she is the way she is. But, I'm not sure I would change the way she is, either. Joel and I can often be caught saying, "McKenzie is... special." Huge attention span issues, no concept of how to control her emotions... but mostly, she's simply a square peg in a world of round holes. She just doesn't think in the same way that other people do, but she's always challenging me to think outside the box.
Like the other day, she said "Mom, you know the story of Adam and Eve... how Eve ate a bite of the apple and then Adam ate a bite of the apple... What happened to the rest of the apple?" What, indeed! I've heard the story of Eden since I was a kid, and I'm not sure I've ever considered the fate of that half-eaten fruit. But McKenzie has.
Casey, is a really sweet girl, a puppy lover through and through. Very tall for her age, people sometimes mistake her for being much older than the child she still is. Puberty has found her a bit early, and she is often in the middle of some mega-hormonal mood swing, wailing "I don't know why I'm crying!!!!" Good times. She's a good girl, typically kind and thoughtful. Personality-wise, we often clash in mother-daughter power struggles.
Today, after the fourth nasty remark in a row, I asked in exasperation, "Casey, can't you be nice to your sister for FIVE MINUTES??"
"But you weren't always nice to YOUR sisters when you were little! Don't you want me to do what you do??"
"No, I don't want you to do what I do! I want you to do what I tell you to do!" I should note now that if you are looking for a blog with advice on how to win Mother of the Year, you should probably keep looking.
Finally, we have my youngest daughter, Alicia. Quiet to those who don't know her, she is easily the most responsible of my kids. I fear that this sometimes makes me rely on her more than I should. She's a hard worker when motivated and loves to help out. Where her sisters are inadvertently funny, Alicia is deliberately funny. She has incredible comedic timing for a kid of her age, and she is always making me laugh with the snarky comments that will come out of her mouth.
So there we go! I have much more I want to say, but this is so long already that I think we will save it for the next post. Stay tuned and thanks for reading!