Cosmic Charley leading the great playpen escape!
"We've taken over the living room and now we have plenty of room to wrestle!"
"I've got my favorite pink purse, my plastic lipstick, a diaper, pictures, and I'm going on a road trip!"
"Take me seriuosly Mom, I don't understand why you always say I'm your little 'Drama Queen'! Abby stole my pretty purse again, the sky is falling, the sky is falling!!!"
"I'll show him not to go around purse snatching!! That purse is mine, mine, mine, mine!!"
"I'll show him not to go around purse snatching!! That purse is mine, mine, mine, mine!!" -
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I’ve been lazy and haven’t updated in a while. Life does that, distracts me from my personal endeavors, but that’s cool because livin’ life is usually more interesting than writing about it. A foot of snow just when we thought spring had sprung and condo neighbors who forgot to leave us the keys to the storage unit housing the snow blower (thereby trapping us in our icy parking lot last weekend), 1 fat split lip and trip to the ER, 3 fevers requiring pediatrician visits on separate days, 4 cases of the runs, 1 projectile vomiter, 1 dentist appointment, 1 excessively long camp scholarship application for Jordan (those competitive scholarship applications/competitions are WAY worse than college applications!) , 2 school meetings, a few Birth to Three visits, 4 kittens, with the orange one leading the coup, escaping from their former playpen home and prompting an entire living room make-over that includes a larger play yard home with a tiny litter box that is still unused (they think it’s a playground sandbox!) and careful placement of furniture to protect them from flying baby toys … uh, and a partridge in a pear tree … and poof, here I am, back in action again.
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As I write, I should note that the twinkies have been having an ongoing “pink purse” battle all morning, and the score is currently Noah:4, Abby:2. It must be because it isn’t one of their regular toys (just another thing Mikailey forgot to pick up) and there is only ONE of them. This is a big deal with twins. If there are two of the same toy, they want the one the other has so there is always at least a little bickering, but if there is only ONE of something, it usually instigates all sorts of extreme angry baby babbling and twinkie fighting. Both babies have learned the word "mine" and don't hesitate to use it often. Noah has the pretty pink purse right now, and has neatly packed up his talking cell phone, plastic lip stick, a diaper, and two plastic baseball card pictures of Jordan and Mikailey. Maybe he’s going to run away in his striped pajamas?? Abby, on the other hand, is taking her latest defeat in stride and is plotting how to show Noah who's boss by wearing the huge Red Sox finger and wagging it in his face. (By the way, for people who have seen tons of pictures of Noah - yes, he does actually own clothes and a wide variety of P.J.'s, but he's developed a very strong preference for his favorite goofy striped pajamas!! They remind me of something a little old man would wear while smoking a pipe in a Lazy Boy, but hey, I'm not one to bother arguing with the fashion sense of a 21 month old!) Oh, and for those of you who are wondering why I took pictures instead of intervening in the pint sized particularly pitiful pretty pink purse problem... I did. Again and again and again. But, they've eventually gotta learn to work it out amongst themselves because there will always be another single pink purse (or block, or doll, or car, or whatever) around every corner, and there will always be two of them! So if they aren't hitting or hair pulling, well then, the twinkies have to figure it out together because I can't rip everything in half!
As I write, I should note that the twinkies have been having an ongoing “pink purse” battle all morning, and the score is currently Noah:4, Abby:2. It must be because it isn’t one of their regular toys (just another thing Mikailey forgot to pick up) and there is only ONE of them. This is a big deal with twins. If there are two of the same toy, they want the one the other has so there is always at least a little bickering, but if there is only ONE of something, it usually instigates all sorts of extreme angry baby babbling and twinkie fighting. Both babies have learned the word "mine" and don't hesitate to use it often. Noah has the pretty pink purse right now, and has neatly packed up his talking cell phone, plastic lip stick, a diaper, and two plastic baseball card pictures of Jordan and Mikailey. Maybe he’s going to run away in his striped pajamas?? Abby, on the other hand, is taking her latest defeat in stride and is plotting how to show Noah who's boss by wearing the huge Red Sox finger and wagging it in his face. (By the way, for people who have seen tons of pictures of Noah - yes, he does actually own clothes and a wide variety of P.J.'s, but he's developed a very strong preference for his favorite goofy striped pajamas!! They remind me of something a little old man would wear while smoking a pipe in a Lazy Boy, but hey, I'm not one to bother arguing with the fashion sense of a 21 month old!) Oh, and for those of you who are wondering why I took pictures instead of intervening in the pint sized particularly pitiful pretty pink purse problem... I did. Again and again and again. But, they've eventually gotta learn to work it out amongst themselves because there will always be another single pink purse (or block, or doll, or car, or whatever) around every corner, and there will always be two of them! So if they aren't hitting or hair pulling, well then, the twinkies have to figure it out together because I can't rip everything in half!
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Hmmm, I know I started off with something to say, but the pink purse battle and breakfast dishes have completely distracted me…. I’ll have to finish at bedtime:-)
Hmmm, I know I started off with something to say, but the pink purse battle and breakfast dishes have completely distracted me…. I’ll have to finish at bedtime:-)
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P.S. I recently saw a maternity t-shirt on ebay that says "Birth Control Is For Sissys." Even though Chris is fixed, I'm thinking of buying it just to scare people. C'mon, who dares me to wear the shirt out in public? I'll wait til the big kids are both fighting, have the twinkies skip their nap, and then take all 4 to the grocery store (you all know this is where kids are genetically programmed to behave their worst, especially when your trapped in the candy aisle trying to unload your cart, pack groceries, and pay!) ... imagine the looks of pure terror on strangers faces, picturing me with another one (or two, or three) on the way -it would be a hoot! I'll do it for a night of free baby-sitting!!
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I double dog dare yah!
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