The Twins Are HERE!

Very early this morning,
on Mother’s Day no less,
two new people joined the world:

Maria Angela and Thomas David, III

Welcome, babies!! :D

Everyone is healthy, all toes and fingers accounted for, and Abby is grateful to whomever invented epidurals. (“Hallelujah and Amen!” said Tom once the drugs kicked in…) The babies weighed in at about 6 pounds and 20 inches long each. Puffy black hair is all over their little heads and they have those cute baby mouths and big blue eyes. I’m already calling them Mary Angel and Tommy 3 ;) We’ll see if that sticks.

Happy Mother’s Day to all, but now especially to our Abby :)

Family Updates

We’ve moved Grams in with Edgar and Dad has the house to himself. The house is on the market now. I’m not happy about that part. I’ve known for a while now that it was going to be someone else’s home soon, but it hasn’t gotten any easier to deal with. This isn’t the first time I’ve lost a home — the one my parents had before Mom died was sold eventually — and it’s not technically mine anymore, but yeah, I don’t want to lose it. Jazz says I might feel differently after spending enough time there with Grams moved and then again once it’s actually empty. We’ll see.

On the baby front, everyone’s started taking bets on when Abby will deliver the twins. Abby would happily take the bet on “any minute now” because she’s “so done”. I’ve witnessed the baby foot poking out her stomach and can completely agree with her that I’d be so done once that started happening too. Miracle of life? Sure, but I’ve also seen “Alien” thanks. My money’s on Mother’s Day since it’s sort of half-way to the real due date, twins always come early, and why not.

School-wise, next week is exams. YAY! Not yay for exams, but yay for this semester finally being over. It wasn’t a terrible semester, but I’ve had more fun at the dentist. Mostly because of that speech class from hell. Turns out I don’t like public speaking no matter the subject and this audience wasn’t my favorite group of people either. And I don’t like people critiquing how I talk because no, you slimy slug of a student, I won’t “butch it up” when discussing the oh so manly topic of football. It’s not acting class, so I’ll be me behind the podium.

Anyway… I don’t really have anything planned to talk about next week, so if there’s a post it’ll be totally random. If there’s nothing, it’s just because I’m busy or recovering. Alec and Jazz are free to post if they like, but I don’t know if they’ve got plans to do that.

So until next time, go read something with smexy boys doin’ it with cops, firemen, aliens or angels. I’ve been reading The Gifted One by Jacob Flores and can I just say Craig with Matt? Dude, niiiiiice ;)

Mores’ Ocean

In making room in our attic for new things to store because of Grams and Dad moving, I discovered a half-finished painting. I’d forgotten about it which, at the time I put it in the attic, was the goal. See, I started it after looking at photos of Maine that Mores had taken. I don’t know what part of Maine it might be, though Mores grew up near Bar Harbor. After he died, I hid the unfinished painting away, just unable to look at it and know he’d never get to see it. I’d meant to give it to him.

I couldn’t leave it unfinished anymore, so here’s the final result. It’s very special to me and because of that, I’m not sure if I’ll put this painting on anything to sell just yet. Maybe the items I put it on will forever be donated in full to a charity in his name? I don’t know. I did want to share it with you all since some of you remember Mores. With the weather getting warmer and when it doesn’t rain, Jazz and I ride into campus on Mores’ motorcycle, so I’ve been thinking about him a lot.

Mores' Ocean

Mores’ Ocean, 2013, TAR

Oops, I broke the car…

Adorable in a lemon yellow blouse with tiny ruffled sleeves, Thorny sits in the driver’s seat of the family car. He is confused and frustrated. Picking up his cell phone again, he discovers it is no longer being charged by the car. With mounting concern, he now calls his husband to confess.

9“I think I broke the car.”

There’s a judgmental sigh. “What’d you do?”

“I didn’t DO anything.”

“Step-by-step from the moment you approached the vehicle.”

Thorny huffs. “Oh don’t get all Law & Order on me. I’ve literally just been sitting here.”

“Then what’s wrong with the car?”

“It won’t start.”

“Try again and let me hear what it does.”

Thorny turns the key even though… “It doesn’t make any noises at all. It’s just like it’s dead.”

Another sigh. “Seriously, honey. What have you been doing in the car?”

“Sitting here, I swear! I’ve just been charging my phone and chatting and I rolled down the window and that’s it.”

“So it was running and then it died? Wait. Wait.” Jazz sighs heavily. “You turned it on but didn’t start it. Am I right?”

“Well, yeah. I just wanted to charge my phone and it was hot in here. I didn’t want to waste gas.”

A bearish grumble. “How long have you been sitting there?”

“Why are you using that tone? I didn’t do anything.”

“Because you drained the battery and now I’ve got to get someone to come give it a jump.”

“Oh. Um. I was talking for maybe…an hour.”

31A very long groan and then some knocking noises. Oh dear. He was either hitting his head on his desk or tapping the phone on it.

“So that drains the battery,” Thorny said, learning this new car lesson.

“Yes. Yes, it does.”

“Sorry.”

“I know.” A not-so-frustrated sigh. “Remember the car care talk? Remember the section on the battery?”

Thorny’s makes a goofy sound and his eyes glaze over. “The things we did to each other on the car that day… Mmm… That was… Yeah…”

Jazz snorts. “Before that part.”

“You mean before we played wicked mechanic and stranded motorist just desperate for a quickie lube?”

“Yes.” He clears his throat. “Before that.”

“Before that was a lot of boring car talk. But I remember you had on a white t-shirt and those jeans that are practically a thread and a prayer.” He pauses to remember them fondly. “Do you still have those?”

“Honey, we’re talking about the car.”

“Fine.” Thorny refocuses on the giant paperweight he’s sitting inside. “So what do I do to jump it? Don’t I need another car?”

“Call Alec. I think he has the cables.”

“Um.” Thorny pauses to bite his lip. “You call him.”

“Why?”

Thorny sighs for having to admit… “I called him before I called you because I wanted to fix it on my own, but all he did was laugh.”

Jazz laughs too now. It’s muffled, like he’s covering the receiver, but he’s definitely laughing.

“Jasper, shut up.”

“I love you. I really do.”

Thorny raspberries him, only to realize he’s just spit all over his phone.

“Okay, if you don’t want Alec, how about your dad? Does he have jumper cables?”

“I don’t know. How come you don’t have them?”

“Because this has never happened to me before. We’ll get some on the way home, though.”

“I won’t do it again!”

“I’m sure you won’t, but now we’ll be prepared.”

Thorny mumbles, “See if I let you lube my quickie ever again…”

More laughter, but Thorny’s smiling too. It is kind of funny. Kinda.

In the end, Jazz calls Alec back and then Alec shows up to “jump Thorny.” Alec thinks that’s hilarious and suddenly he and Thorny are playing at having a secret rendezvous without their husbands knowing. Then Alec gets all blushy and shy since he’s the one who just called Carter his husband and he’s never done that before. Thorny just beams in utter delight while Alec goes back to fixing the car.

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Thank you

Reading your comments yesterday got me going so I saved them for last night to read thoroughly. I just want to say now that I so appreciate how you all step up with hugs and memories of your own parents. It does make me feel better and like I’m just normal.

Jazz has loved seeing all the old photos and movies and I’ve loved sharing them with him. He’s the one thing I hope Mom knows about most. Dad says she would’ve loved Jazz and seeing us together would’ve made her happy.

And having Mom’s things here does make me feel she’s close still. I like being able to tell visitors that something they admire was hers once. Plus yep having the same little feet as her is cool in a cute way :)

So thank you all a lot because it helped me and I really appreciate it.

Memory Lane, One Box at a Time

(You might need to grab some tissues today.)

One of the reasons I was so very looking forward to and needing our Bahamian vacation was because of packing up Grams’ house as she and Dad get ready to move. I’m really glad things are going so well for my dad that he can afford to get an apartment on his own and that he’s really living his life. I am beyond thrilled that Grams is moving in with Edgar, that they’ve found love and are embracing it completely. I’ve adopted Edgar into the role of grandfather — we’re still working out his name — and he’s calling me his grandkid.

(GrandKID not grandSON because he doesn’t want to assign a gender role to me. 8O I was really not expecting him to be so cool about gender fluidity…not that it would bother me if he did call me his grandson, but…yeah.)

What’s got me emotional is packing up the house I grew up in. It wasn’t my parents’ house, but I did my biggest growing up with Grams in this house and it’s chock full of memories. Good ones, sure, but painful ones too. I’m reliving a lot of events as I help get them packed up. I’m also inheriting a lot of things now to use in my own house and some of those… Let’s just say I’m already crying just writing this list:

  • My mom’s wedding gown and her shoes (they fit me)
  • Some of my “special” baby clothes and old toys
  • The grandfather clock my dad got Mom on their 10th anniversary
  • Photo albums and home movies

I go through boxes of things Grams stored when Mom died and I feel like I’m losing her all over again, but it’s different too. I was just a kid then, but now I’m grown and there’s so much I wish she could see and know. I want to believe she does, I do, but she’s not here and I miss her so much. I’m probably torturing myself by looking through everything, but between the three homes, we can’t take everything. And I don’t need everything, so that’s not so hard, and the treasures are easy to find.

So as much as I love this next stage for both Dad and Grams, I’m really missing my Mom even as I bring more of her into our house. Once it’s all over, I’m really going to need another vacation, I think.

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