I’m a guy, so take this with a grain of salt. I imagine that women fantasize about marrying an artist/writer/director and living in Hawaii.
Maybe I’m wrong, (I often am).
If, however, you are interested in the musings of a twin mom married to an artist/writer/director living in Hawaii; keep reading.
Adventureswithtwins.com, is a blog written by MeiMei Fox, a New York times bestselling Author (oh, and a wife to a writer/director/artist).
Yet, reading MeeMei’s posts, I feel like she’s just another parent writing about her life. From her tips on surviving the stomach flu with twin toddlers to the fear of losing a child in a crowd, her writing really resonates to the parent of twin toddlers. We also found the advice to be spot-on. To top it all off, she’s got a youtube video of one of her kids “sleep eating” that is hilarious! (For those of you who are parents of twins, if you aren’t aware of this phenomenon check out her page; the rest of us already have video of our kids doing the exact same thing. It’s just funny watching other kids do it as well).
In my opinion, this blog does an amazing job at doing two things:
First, it delivers the personal opinions of a fellow twin parent in a very relevant manner. That first bout of Hand-Foot-and-Mouth is always a kick in the parental bona-fides. She handles it with grace, and shares how she did it beautifully. She even has a rather pointed piece on what will become the mundane “twin” conversations that will plague you for what seems the rest of your natural life.
Second, it proves that the issues revolving around multiple-parenthood are rather universal. (whether you happen to be a globe-trotting Stanford graduate, or a college drop-out like myself). I don’t know if it’s schadenfreude, or the tendency to commiserate, but reading that I’m not the only one that has encountered any vast number of parenting faux-pas is rather comforting. As a stay at home dad transplant, that has yet to find a new tribe of dudes in a new city, it’s comforting to know that even though I am not commiserating with my fellow dudes; the foibles of parenting go on.
A few months after hearing the phrase “baby A,” we embarked on a corporate roller coaster with the wife at the helm and myself making the transition from aspiring amateur cycling domestique to professional domestic do-gooder.