About Us

What came first, the chicken or the egg?
I think the chicken was born when the egg cracked open.
I am the chicken my three eggs cracked WIDE open. 

I thought I understood innocence. The truth is, I could not comprehend the depth of starry-eyed innocence until I watched my children question the world around them.

I thought I knew what a superhero was. However, I could not fully appreciate the true meaning until I transformed into one, deep inside the eyes of my three munchkins.

I thought I understood unconditional love. But really, I didn’t. That is, until I had to rock my premature twins simultaneously, standing up, after not being able to sleep more than one hour at a time, for days on end.

Nature versus Nurture? Sure, I had that one all figured out, until two separate human beings came out of my body at the same time. Born of the same parents, living in the same house, eating the same foods and sharing the same life experiences; these boy-girl twins proved they could not be more completely different from each other. I have a front row seat in the left brain-right brain comparison show, every single day! 

Lastly, I thought I understood forgiveness. I had no clue what that meant until I had to forgive myself for not being the ball of parenting perfection I wanted to be.

You see, having children is what I always dreamed of. Yet, it has proven to be the most excruciatingly difficult, most challenging time of my entire life. Then, a few years ago, it happened.
Did it get easier? Ha! No! But…

Gifts started to come, flying out of the mouths of my children. Funny little antics wrapped up in their adorable little voices that would make me stop in my tracks, laugh-out-loud, sometimes grab a dictionary and often compel me to share with others. 

These antics connected me to their humanness and helped my love for them grow. Sharing these antics with my friends, either by phone or on Facebook, while sitting at the kitchen table, wearing my pink robe and cradling a hot cup of coffee, connected me once again with the living. For that, I will be forever grateful!

I am now sharing these 100% organic, completely spontaneous, positively witty antics here at randomfamilyantics.com. 

The cast of characters: 
Snap: 10-year-old girl 
Crackle: 8-year-old twin boy 
Pop: 8-year-old twin girl
Mom and Dad: supporting characters who merely provide the backdrop of love that allow these hilarious antics to overflow and connect us all! 

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