Not so adventures of the St. Clair clan...

Hangry.  This is one of my least favorite "words."  It's right up there with "nosh" or "noshing" and "nom, nom, nom."  Worst. Ever.  It does, however, fairly accurately describe my current and constant state.  I'm starving.  All.  The.  Time.  I mean, starving in a very first world form of the word.  But in the last three months and twenty days, I've been hungry exactly all of the time.  Something about nursing two babies and trying to keep two toddlers alive apparently burns all of the Calories. If you think teenagers go through food, you haven't seen anything until you witness the damage a nursing twin-mom can do over the course of a day.  First breakfast, second breakfast, a snack before lunch and one after, plus dinner and please don't bother packing up the leftovers, I'll eat those too.  Anyone hungry for dessert? In the midst of eating all the food, it became obvious that for the sake of the babies' stomach i

In the past three months Corona Virus has more or less turned the world on its head.  I feel almost guilty for not being more stressed or put out by the whole thing.  We have been extremely fortunate. What we thought was a most impractical move on our part, wound up being a huge blessing.  With our two boys and our two newborns, we moved out of our house with no yard in the city limits and into my parents' house in the country while waiting for our new house to be completed.  The weekend we moved "quarantine," "social distancing," and "shelter in place" became the new mantra of our state.   Moving in with my parents meant ten plus acres of play space and two extra able bodied adults to help even out the score with the four kids.  Win for the St. Clair's!  Unfortunately, my parents are beginning to realize they may have made an error in judgement.   Yesterday, Sawyer gave their cat swimming lessons.   Last week the boys went fishing i

Listen.  I wanted boys.  I think they are fun.  And funny...sometimes.  I like the way they play and do life.  Their imaginations are my favorite.  Their energy is contagious (and sometimes exhausting).  I really love my boys.  It's just that, they are so gross.  I have a pretty strong stomach.  I mean, I helped pick-out cadavers at the cadaver Costco back in college.  I watched a classmate eat tuna while we taught the muscles on said cadavers to underclassmen.  That, my friends, was a low point.  I've dealt with every possible bodily fluid on my gym floor as a PE teacher.  Note: poop and jump rope don't jive.  I've helped dig a van out of sewer sludge in Mexico - gag reflexes in full force on that one.  I've cleaned cockroach infested fridges and mouse poop covered cabinets (not mine).  Taking all this into account, I was still not prepared for how gross little boys are.  And five years into this boy mom gig, I'm shocked that I can still be surprised by