Wednesday, April 28, 2010

spillin' the beans

Owen spills the beans, and then sits on top of his sister to celebrate.

Due with the Axt grand finale - a baby BOY - on 10.10.10. Send all positive energy our way . . .

Sunday, April 25, 2010

thank you!

Thank you all so much for your very generous donations to the March of Dimes. We raised over $2,000 this year, and despite a massive thunderstorm that parked itself right over the walk's course yesterday, we showed up to support our twins, and to celebrate - for another year - their beautiful, magical, miraculous lives.

We also participate in the March for Babies walk every year to support our friends we met in the NICU, our friends who have children with delays and disorders, our online friends who have stories similar to our own, and our friends who have lost their own babies.

I stared at the start line of the walk, and watched the rain and wind nearly blow all of the canopied tents over. Owen and Eliot looked at me from their jogging stroller, like, "Mom. This is nuts. I think I just heard a tornado siren." But, just the fact that they were there, and other preemies were there, and families were walking, and cheering, and smiling in support of babies everywhere was an inspiring sight. And I promise, none of it was lost on me. None of it.

So thank you so very much. Your donation will go to an amazing cause.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

emergency exit

Yellow flag. Danger ahead. All drivers need to find their emergency exits . . .

Wednesday, April 14, 2010


My mom and I took the twins to the zoo on Tuesday morning, and we visited the petting zoo first. (Owen has a strange infatuation with goats.) So after about twenty minutes, and a lot of strange smelling animals, I said, "Okay guys. Say goodbye; we gotta go."

Owie - looking so disappointed - went up to an old, placid, white goat who was standing alone in the corner, and said, "Bye goat. Call me."

Friday, April 9, 2010

eliot's gotcha day

What a year you have had! You learned to talk; you learned to walk; you learned to eat. You got your g-tube removed; got released from three of your specialists; and got kicked out of speech therapy for performing at an above average level. How impressive . . .

Every Christmas, I ask your grandparents to get me a piece of pottery to symbolize the year. This past holiday, I got a small vase adorned with the ginkgo leaf. The ginkgo is said to be the oldest living seed-bearing plant in the world, and was the first living thing to bloom after the devastation at Hiroshima. Because of this, it has become a symbol of longevity and hope. I placed the vase proudly by your picture in the family room, because the ginkgo reminds me of you - strong and full of promise.

In the midst of all of these impressive traits, however, you my dear, can throw a temper tantrum that can bring the house down. "This is a pretty dress, Eliot." Nooooo! Noooooo dress. Superman shirt?
"Eliot, let's put this cute bow in your hair." Nooooo! No bow. Owen's hair. It practically took an act of God to get you into your car seat yesterday, because you decided that you didn't want to be in your car seat for I have NO idea what reason. But, girl. You had a reason, and an opinion, and you were very eager to share it.

If Owen follows some of the rules most of the time; you follow none of the rules all of the time. We take you upstairs to go to sleep, and you run into the master bedroom. I catch you, tell you to go to your room, and you run into the laundry room and jump into Jackson's cage. I catch you again, tell you to go to your room, and you run into the guest bedroom, look at me, and then shut the door in my face - cracking up the whole time. Your selective hearing is infuriating, and at the same time, absolutely hilarious.

At the end of the night though - after the tantrums and trouble - I could just sit and watch you talk about your day with "baby bear"; sing him and the rest of your stuffed animals the alphabet song; and practice jumping in your bed. You love nestling your head on your daddy's shoulder; you love putting yourself in time out (just to beat me to it); and you love proving to Owen that you "can do it, too" - no matter how high, fast, or ridiculous.

You are goodness and grace, Elie Mak; mischief and humor; brainy, but with just enough quirk to make you interesting. We are proud of you and inspired by your accomplishments this year. Congratulations on your 3rd at-home anniversary, Eliot. We're glad we gotcha.

Testing her new bubble bucket.

A new paint brush kit!

Just doin' what we do.

A new bike for Eliot, too.

An artist at work.

After her favorite dinner: pizza, avocado, and hummus.

For dessert, El asked for cupcakes, ice cream, and daddy.

And then, there was Owie . . .

and the blue cupcake that attacked him.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

update - march for babies

I just had to raise our March for Babies goal! In less than a week we raised $1,000 for the March of Dimes. Thank you so much for your strong support!

Thursday, April 1, 2010

march for babies 2010

It's that time of year again! And I'm totally behind on my fundraising efforts . . .

The March of Dimes, March for Babies! walk is on April 24th this year, and we would greatly appreciate your support again for Team Two Early. Owen and Eliot are talking, laughing, and walking today thanks to advances in neonatal medicine made possible by the March of Dimes. Please support this organization's efforts as they continue to research causes and prevention of pre-term labor, as well as improve treatment options for those born into the world too soon.

In the past two years, Team Two Early has raised over $5,000 for the March of Dimes. We hope to continue our tradition of being one of the top family teams in Atlanta for the third year in a row. To get there though, we need your help.

Please click the banner above to make an online donation in honor of our 27-week miracle twins.