Once Upon a Time

The twins turn 15 this in a couple of days, so I thought I’d commemorate the occasion by telling stories about them this week.

I carry with me many fond memories of the twins from the last 15 years. Goofy things they’ve said and done. Cute things that used to make me smile so wide I would nearly break my face. For instance, the time one of them fell asleep in his closet under a mountain of stuffed animals when he was supposed to be cleaning his room.


Of course I took a picture. So what?

One of my most favorite memories is bedtime. Bedtime stories specifically. Bedtime stories started out much like they do with every child. The twins would get into bed and either their mother or I would read to them from one of their many books.

Storytime morphed somewhere along the way. The tables were turned. I’m not sure how or why it happened. It eventually turned into the twins telling us bedtime stories.

Every night the four of us would gather in the bed their mother and I shared. We would cuddle underneath the blankets while the twins told wild and outlandish stories that only the mind of a 5-year-old could conceive. Other times they would simply recount something that happened during the course of their day.

“Once upon a time there was a daddy takin’ a video of me. With a video camera. The end.”
Baby B

Two things were consistent, though: the beginnings and endings. Every story began with the line “Once upon a time,” and every story ended with the line, “The end.” Those are obviously classic fairytale lines which I cannot for the life of me figure out where they were learned. We didn’t read them classic fairytales. We read them Bob the Builder and Elmo books.

Can we annoy you? Yes we can!

It was the cutest damned thing ever. After all of the stories were told (often nights they’d both tell multiple stories) we’d all climb out of my bed and head to their room where we would say our final goodnight, a routine I have carried over to Baby C.

“Goodnight.” I would say.


“I love you.”


“I’ll see you in the morning.”


Once upon a time my boys were precious and cute. Now they’re young men, wonderful big brothers, and uncles. They are nearly as tall as I am. They both have the beginnings of a mustache sprouting above their lips. Their voices are a far cry from the squeaky, infantile tones of their childhood years.

Sigh. Time goes by entirely too fast for my liking.

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30 Comments on Once Upon a Time

  1. Lisa @ The Meaning of Me // December 1, 2014 at 12:21 pm // Reply

    Dontcha wish you could just stuff them back into babyhood for awhile? You know, just until you get tired of the crying or the pooping or whatever. Seriously, time moves much too quickly where children are concerned. While it’s exciting to watch them grow and get to know their older selves, there are those moments when I just want to rewind and do it all again so I can take in the details even better.
    But that is precisely why when Kidzilla wanted to hang on to me a little longer than usual this morning on her first day back after Thanksgiving break, I did no such thing as push her toward the door of the school…


  2. Cherish those memories. The time flies by so, so fast.


  3. Do you still have bedtime rituals with the twins even though they’re bigger?


  4. What a sweet story! Look at you, all nostalgic and stuff!

    I wish I had written cute things Little Dude said when he was Littler Dude. I can’t remember any of it. Part of the reason I post it on Facebook now is on the hopes that I can retrieve it, years from now.

    I got a lump in my throat. Fifteen. Wow. LD just turned 11, and I already see signs of him growing up. We went to see Mockingjay yesterday, and he took my hand in the parking lot.

    I thought, “how long til this ends?” And then I just enjoyed it. 🙂

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  5. Once upon a time,… in a land far far away, you made a young lady smile with joyful tears in her eyes. The End! 😉


  6. So sweet…and bittersweet. And that picture us about the cutest thing ever. I think I would have been legitimately mad at you if you HADN’T taken that picture.

    Sigh…it does go so fast. Happy birthday to your boys!


  7. This is very sweet, Scott. I am so keenly aware of how quickly the time passes. Perhaps I should start a second blog about my son, to help me remember?


  8. Yay, this is going to be a fun week reading your memories of their antics. What a cute picture.


  9. Time is like vapor. You can’t hold it or put it in your pocket. In your head is where it lives and that’s where it’ll stay. My daughter is just 13. She’s getting inexplicably moody. To what do I attribute this? Any ideas?


  10. Last night I watched my 15-year-old son get introduced as a freshman on the high school basketball team. As his name echoed out over the same gym floor I played on, it was surreal. I thought, “Hey, that kid has the same last name as my son! Holy crap…that IS my son!”

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  11. Kristi Campbell - findingninee // December 2, 2014 at 11:43 am // Reply

    Happy birthday to your twins, Scott! (every time I type Scott I think TD in my head fyi)
    Time really does go by too quickly. I try to remember to savor things like my 5yo coming to get me in the middle of the night knowing that one day, if he has a bad dream, he won’t come get me and it’d be kinda weird if he were to…

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  12. They may be growing up but I bet they’d still tell one hell of a bedtime story. I loved this. What a beautiful thing to write for your kids.

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  13. No. 1 Niece turns 13 in March. I remember holding her when she was just two hours old. Now she’s not far off being as tall as me. It’s scary.


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