Terrible Journaler

Ugh, I really do intend to keep up with this blog, but alas there are always a million projects, which I'm thankful for. But I really want to keep a record of the growth of the girlcubs and my thoughts on it all. I know that already the past year and a half has flown by and my memory is already getting fuzzy.

Just so I don't forget here is a brief rundown on some of the things happening in the world of cubs these days.

* Holding Hands: Ursula and Freya are holding hands more and more, note to self get photo of this. They do it in the car, sitting in their seats bouncing their legs to the music and holding each other's hand. Oh my my my...when I look at them they both smile big toothy grins at me...I love it. They also started walking around holding hands last weekend when we went to the City Wide Garage Sale. There they were two nineteen month old toddlers holding hands happily roaming the aisles of vintage/retro/junk items in front of mom and dad. It made we want to scream it was so damn cute.




* They are loving on their daddy. These two are really into their daddy right now. They call out for him all the time and want to help him with his tasks. They helped him fill holes in the back yard the other day, pushing the wheelbarrow with him, stamping down the dirt. They also wrestle like crazy with him on the floor laughing and jumping on him with abandon.

* Ursula is getting her first back molars and it doesn't seem to be bothering her much.

* They are obsessed with reading books, yes, thank you, finally. I'm so happy to see them loving books now. They bring books to us constantly and do that little backwards wiggle walk feeling the air with their booties so that they can sit on our laps. How cute is it when toddlers do that? Some of their current favorites: Bear Snores On, Silly Sally, Goodnight Moon, Many Colored Days, Snowy Day.

Oh there are so many things, but I should go to bed. I will try at least once a week to keep up with this blog...really, I mean it.

It is fascinating to see the differences in children of the same age. We have been going to a class called Music Together that includes children around the girlcubs' age. The girlcubs dominate that class, roaming all around laughing and dancing, grabbing instruments and sitting on them. They climb all over Ms. Carey the leader of the class. They adore her, must be some sort of previous life stuff. They will sit in her arms the entire class checking in with me occasionally, but mostly wanting all her attention. I would be jealous if it weren't for the fact that I welcome the break. So the girls hang with Ms. Carey and their Daddy while Mommy just sings and dances hovering near them to tickle or poke. Anyway, my point was that the girlcubs are so vivacious compared to other children their age. Other kids seem so quiet and a bit timid next to my girls. Not that I find anything wrong with shy introspective children, in fact I like the subtley of them...It is just that my girls are definitely NOT subtle. And I LOVE it! We recently drove to to Taos, NM with the girlcubs for Amanda's wedding and everyone was floored by the expressiveness of the cubs. Rob's mom-in-law sighed and said "They just have so much joy in them" I think that statement pretty much sums it up. These girls have joy.

Oh, but do they also have woe. They just turned fifteen months and it has been so hot and they haven't been able to play outdoors much because it has been so hot and did I say it has been so hot? Argh! My Sweet Petites are arriving into full-blown tantrum territory. It usually happens after their afternoon nap (they get cranky just like their mommy). If I don't have milkies and snack ready to shove in their plump little mouths it can set them off...sometimes even if I am shoving snacks and milk into them they are still writhing. I try not to take it personally. I breathe alot and touch them gently or not at all depending on what seems to suit them and talk reassuringly telling them I know that they are tired and feeling emotional and need to let it out. I don't know if any of that helps them, but it does help me to not get caught up in the drama of it all. Though I do have plenty of moments of snapping.

So for the past two days the sky has threatened rain even giving us a few puny raindrops...teasing me with the sweet wet possibilities but nary a real shower. However, at least the when it does that the afternoons become bearable and the girlcubs can foray around the backyard. Yippee. They try to get as dirty as they can in the shortest amount of time. They slide and rock in my plastic rocking horse from childhood. They ransack the garden and try to move boulders. Freya tries to creep between the sheds towards the dog poop can and I have to call her back. Ursa loves to stand on top of the rocking horse from my childhood threatening to fall backwards busting her head on the hard dry earth...Today they sat in the flowerbed scooping up piles of dirt. Freya's hands were filthy and she stuck a finger in her mouth. I made the mistake of squishing up my face and saying "Nasty, don't stick your dirty fingers in your mouth, Freybie" Well that started them on their game. They both laughed at me with those laughs...Oh those delightful devilish laughs with that sparkle in their eyes and their four big teeth poking out...and Ursa scooped dirt into her hand and promptly shoved it into her mouth. "ooohhh, yucky, Baby...How does that dirt taste? Pretty Good?" Freybie licks her filth smeared hand "Grody, Baby. Nasty old fingers. Yum Yum?" They giggled somemore scooping and licking. Flecks of dirt all over their cheeks and lips and rolling across their tongues. Oh waht vagabonds my children are. I'm sure both their grandmothers would be appalled. I on the other hand love to see those toothy smiles and wrinkled up noses...so I'm willing to suffer a little dirt.

Freybie loves my belly. Oh I'm glad someone does. She often will pull to lift up my shirt and when she sees my belly she smiles pokes it and then lays her sweet soft cheek on it. I love to stroke her downy hair as she presses that cheek against my belly sticking her finger in my bellybutton. I love the smell of their hair and skin like sunshine unleashed mixed with garden flowers and a touch of sour milk. Hmmmm, I miss that smell just thinking about it right now.

Speaking of their hair. These girls have hair of the most beautiful color and eyes to match. Their hair is such a lovely mocha brown with just a hint of red and it is feathery soft and just starting to curl at the ends, though sometimes it lays really flat against their heads and looks all mod. I've even had people ask me if I have cut their hair that way because it looks so styled. Their eyes are so lovely and soulful. This time a deeper more esspresso brown. At Amanda's wedding her friend Alex said that the girls have a wonderful chaotic beauty and I thought that was a perfect term for it. At a recent birthday party the girls were running around with just their broomstick skirts on bellies poking out (which no one could resist btw) and our friend Jen said they looked like little gypsies. It is true. Though neither Chris nor myself look particularly ethnic the unusual blend of our Czech and Cajun heritages has combined to form two very unique creatures. They are stout and compact too. You can see the earthy energy mixed with a ball of fire inside of them. So many other kids I"ve seen their age seem whispier, longer and leaner...though the girlcubs aren't uber chubby or short. It is just they seem ...well...yes "compact" is the right word for it.

They are talking more too babbling sentences that I can't quite make out, but the sounds are resembling english a little more. And they are continuing to say words though none with regularity. And they are understanding more too. I can ask them to go get those blocks over there and bring them to me and they will walk over and get the blocks. Chris and I say "Ok, it is time for a bath" and they both walk immediately to the bathroom and sometimes start trying to climb in while still clothed.

Oh and the lovely kisses are coming more too, especially from Ursa. She is understanding the closed mouth kiss thing better. There is nothing nicer than baby kisses especially when the babies are your own. A hug and kiss from one of the girlcubs just about sends my brain into delerium...I love it so much. They also have a few new favorites. Freya loves to get the big broom out and tries to sweep with it. She sort of rubs it back and forth on the ground. They also love their new Mardi Gras beads from Amanda's wedding. They string them around their neck especially Ursa taking them on and off clicking the beads together. Getting mad when the beads get tangled and she can't get them over her head properly. If feel like I should do more structured play with them but they seem pretty content to wander around the house picking up one thing after another playing with it for awhile and moving on. I keep track of what they are doing commenting on it to them and occasionally redirecting an action or chipping in to stack blocks with them or stir imaginary soup, but other than that I let them do what they want. I guess I shouldn't worry too much. You can tell these girls are well loved just by looking at them. They don't appear to be babies who are lacking in the parental attention department so I guess I'll ease up on myself. I know they will need more structured play as they get older, but for now they would rather eat the crayons than color with them.

Games and Fetishes

Ahhh, Toddlerhood or Topplerhood as my friend Ted calls it. The girl cubs are now getting so long and thin. I look at them wistfully wondering how it all went so fast when I distinctly remember wishing that first year would hurry up and be over with. Now they run around the house as if they've been parading around like that forever. I grab at their still semi fat baby thighs, but I can see the change. Just their big bellies remain leading them around the house.

The have such amazing new expressions and ways of communicating now, sly smiles, sideways glances. Freya loves Foxy...LOVES her and wants to poke and prod her at any given moment. Poor Foxy is beside herself with worry. You can see it on her little pointy rat terrier face. Freya runs toward her hands out feeling for Foxy. Foxy retreats. Freya laughs more and runs faster following Foxy around the house. Foxy get skittish and turns to yap and snap at Frey a warning. This makes Frey laugh harder and run faster. It is a viscious cycle. Pablo on the other hand seems to have mellowed tot he girl cubs quite a bit. I think it started when the girls began eating solid food and dropping on the floor for the pups to snack on. The girls now just hold out their crackers and Os for the dogs and then cry when the dogs dare to eat them. To the pups' credit, however, they are both really gentle while taking food from babes. Back to Pablo. He now lets Frey and Ursa crawl all over him. They drape themselves over his body, scratch at his muzzle, grab at his paws and he just lies there. Sometimes he even has a big ol' Pablo grin on his face. I've even seen the girl cubs crawl on him to sit and he barely lifts an eyebrow. Sweet Pablo, you are a good dog. I knew you would take to the girls.

Ursa is still in her habit of taking items from Freya. She has always done that more than Frey. I try to let them figure it all out for themselves. They have started sort of hitting each other when mad, the only thing is, it just makes the other one laugh. Hmmm, wouldn't it be nice if that stayed the reaction? They are both in big fetish mode...these girls love their accessories. Hats....ooh yeah, they love to put stuff on their head. Ursa put her hat on her own head and parades around the house like the cheshire cat, belly sticking out before her. Sometimes she'll even put two hats on her head. The other day she did the cutest thing....She put on her hat as always and then walked around the corner into the dining room. I assumed she was just wandering proudly round the house as always. She returned just a few seconds later carrying the other hat. As she rounded the corner she held the hat out to me. I was on the couch holding Freya. I assumed Ursa wanted me to help her put this other hat on her head too, but instead I decided to put the hat on Frey's head thinking this would probably piss Ursa off. But, no, Ursa smiled the biggest smile and I knew immediately that she brought the hat specifically for Freya so that Sister could wear one too. Ahhh, my smart darlings.

They also LOVE shoes, they always have loved shoes, any kind of shoes, big, small, thong, boot doesn't matter they love it. Only now they try to wear all the shoes, big, small, thong, boot and get angry if the shoe won't stay on their foot. This drives me crazy as I try to show Freya how to hold the thong on by placing its divider between her toes. She always tries to just lift her foot marching milatary style instead of sliding the foot forward and so, of course, the thong flips right off. This makes her yell and hit the air with her hands. They also love to wrap things around their necks. I know, strangulation hazzard, but I let them as long as I'm in the room and it is loose and kind of draped over a shoulder too. And their newest accessory is the toddler sunglasses we bought them to protect their eyes from the TExas sun. They, of course, refuse to really wear them in the sun, but love to wander around the house like Ray Charles on 'shrooms. Speaking of the sun. Today during our morning walk with Daddy and the pups the girls would shreak whenever we passed out of the shade into direct sunlight. Well, I guess they should just wear those sunglasses outside, shouldn't they.

They are both saying more words now. To date Freya has said Daddy (of course), Mama, Up, Stinky, Duck, Ball (while holding a ball without me telling her it was a ball), All Done while signing the All Done sign, Stop and some variation on Pablo. Ursa isn't as verbal as Freya because she is busy developing larger motor skills. Ursa is a our climber supreme. She climbed before she could walk and actually took time off from practicing walking to learn to climb up her highchair. Ursa has said a few words too, though: Daddy (of course), Mama, Up, and Freya mimicking the same sing songy voice in which I was calling Freya. I'm excited about them learing words as my attempts at sign language with them are going slowly. I've been signing to them since they were about nine months. For awhile they would do the milkies sign when they wanted milk, but that stopped. They learned the "All Done" sign too and used that for awhile, then stopped. And then sort of refused to use them even though I know they know them. I guess they found screaming to be a more effective way of communicating. Actually the past couple weeks the signs have returned somewhat. Occasionally "milkies" most the time "All Done" and most recently Freya has been doing her rendition of the sign for "Water", which thankfully they are drinking more of these days. For awhile there they really only liked dairy or soy milk and I would rather reduce their intake of those.

So the girl cubs are spending more Daddy Time these days as I'm now teaching three yoga classes in the evenings. I know it is tiring for Chris, but I also think he enjoys his alone time with the girls. Besides the girls always seem a little better behaved when there is one parent around who is giving them undivided attention. Today he greeted me home from teaching with a smile on his face and that lovely Daddy glint in his eye. He and the girl cubs had played most of the time on the bed. They would pretend to try to escape the bed and he would grab them and toss them down on the mattress making them squeal with glee. They have a game they like to play with him. They sort of hide around a corner or act like they are going toward a room they arent' supposed to be in and when he goes to get them they run from him laughing maniacally. We have speakers in the living room that the girls mess with. We don't know what to do with the speakers or how to get the girls to leave them along. Mostly when the girls test us by starting to do something they aren't supposed to, like stick their hand in the dirty diaper pail, we try to ignore it so as not to make a game out of it. Well this evening, Freya was creeping around the woofer trying to get her Dad's attention. Chris pretended not to notice in hopes she would lose interest. Instead of losing interest she stood in front of it saying "Stop" and shaking her head "No" at herself. Ok, I'm sure she gets that from me, but I think it is pretty cute that she was telling herself to Stop. I wish I had seen that one. This is one of the reasons I can't imagine going to work full-time and sending the girls to daycare. I go away for a couple hours and I feel like I've missed the world.

And the girl cubs are my world. Sometimes I see them or even think abou them and I think my heart is going to break. It breaks open and I can feel it oozing out just getting bigger and bigger creating more space to love them with. Hmmm, speaking of girl cubs, there is one crying now. It is 1:00am. and they have started waking around this time to cry and then put themselves back to sleep. Sigh. Ahhh, sleep, that hasn't gotten any easier but that is a whole other bean burrito. I better get my tired Mommy butt to bed too if I'm going to get any ZZZZ's sans girls at my breast.

one fish, two fish

Some days are just about perfect. You wake up in the morning, perhaps not expecting much of anything. You may even feel a little cranky, but then you take a deep breath, rub the grit out of your eyes and jump into each moment. The thing is, it isn't even that everything goes rosy and smoothly the whole day. It is just that you allow yourself to enjoy it. Today was one of those days. It was an F day, full, flavorful and fun.

The girls swam for the first time today. I love firsts, and the beautiful thing with having children is you get so many of them. We met friends at Ramsey Park. We were late getting out because the girls decided to take a late nap. Then it took us about an hour to gather all our stuff and get out of the house, which is often the case with twins. Once we arrived at the pool at 11:30, we were told by the lifeguard that the pool was reserved for lap swimming until noon. Harumph, so here we are a little frustrated, does this guy realize what it takes to pack up two babes, rub their wiggling screaming bodies with sun lotion, fit them with diapers and swim diapers and get them to the pool in the first place. Now he is telling us that we and all the other families waiting around cannot swim for thirty minutes so that one, count him, one person can do laps in an empty pool? Ok, take a breath. Don't blame the lifeguard, he is just passing on information. "Hey, Honey there's the park want to swing the girls?" "Hey, this is fun too" the girls giggling as they whoosh back and forth. Ursa barely peeking out from under her sun hat, Freya grabbing for Chris's face. The thirty minutes passes so quickly and before the girls have tired of the park, the pool is open for business.

Ted, Lizzie and Hazel arrive just as we are donning our swimsuits and getting ready to take the girls in for their First Dip in a pool. We slowly step down the stairs leading to the shallow end, careful to move slowly so as not to scare the girls. Ursa in my arms, Freya in her Daddy's. As soon as their little legs touch the cool water, they jerk. Freya gets this look on her face of concern, as if to say "What the Hey?". We ease them in a little more. Ursa pulls her legs up and hangs on to me like she never will when we are walking around the house. A little more, they are both starting to make some sounds of concern now, little mmm mmmm mmmm mmm mmmm, sounds. Finally, we have their full little bodies in the water. The water is a tad cold, but starting to feel warmer. The girls at first clingy and unsure start to warm up to the experience too. At first I just swish Ursa around while she holds on to my torso, then as she starts to feel more comfortable I bring her further away from my body holding her under the arms. Chris does the same with Freya. Ok, there it is a smile, I see it as I trail Ursa from my outstretch arms. I make motorboat sounds and begin speeding her around the pool. This cracks her up. I place her belly down floating on the water supported underneath by my hands and she instintively begins to kick her legs and fling her arms. She is now loving it and so is Sister Love. Chris and I speed the girls past each other bringing them closer together in a swim by. They laugh at seeing each other emmersed in the blue coolness. Ursula tries putting her face down in the water and comes up sputtering but happy. These girls are naturals.

Chris and I switch babies and now I have Freya. She took a little longer to warm up to the pool than Ursa, but now she is moving like an old pro bouncing around in my arms as if to say, "Just let me go, Ma and I'll swim to the other side. I can do it. I can do it." I walk backwards trailing Freya close to me. We have a beautiful moment when we lock eyes and just move as one in the pool. They have such gorgeous brown eyes. And the trust that I can see she feels for me is overwhelming. She would do anything for me as long as I was by her side telling her it was ok. I vow never to betray that trust.

Ted, Lizzie and Hazel are in the pool too and we zoom the girl cubs in towards Hazel who is not so sure she is hip to this gig. Finally, we decide to take a break and all clamber out of the pool and back to our picnic table where we collapse on our towels on the grass. All three girls wander around, exchanging sippy cups, eating each others snacks (the other person's is always better) and climbing on all of us. It is evident immediatly that the girl cubs are a bit on the bossy side, thinking they should have everything. Hazel shares with them nicely. We all decide to meet later at our house to grill and finish the evening together.

Before heading home Chris, the girl cubs and I stop off at Amy's Icecream for lunch and then it is off to napland for the girl cubs. While they sleep Chris goes to get his hair cut and to shop for grillin' supplies. I pull out the pink picnic table that my folks gave the cubs for their first birthday, and which has been scattered in pieces around our house for weeks now. I try to work slowly taking time to read and reread the indecipherable instructions. I finally reach my pentacle of frustration when the instructions tell me to screw the leg braces into the ??? but to make sure that you do not screw the shallow end into it. Now, I'm looking at this cheap piece of wood wondering what shallow might mean to the "They" who wrote these instructions. I turn the piece around and around. I check it against the wood. It fits on both ends. Harumph. I decide to go with the end that looks shallower to me and hope for the best. Ok, now attach that whole thing to the legs. Ok, here I go....um, this isn't working...this should be flush with this piece...this IS THE WRONG END...Oh Sugar, I knew it. I chose the wrong shallow end. Um, guys...the end that you call the shallow end is in fact not the most shallow end. Ok, take a breath. Unscrew it . Rework it. I'm actually quite happy that I have managed to do all of this without yelling, without getting disheveled, and without cursing. Hey Hey, look at me. Now if I could only find a short Phillip's head screwdriver we would be in business. Ok, no short screwdriver so I make due with what I have and after about an hour of all this....Ta Dum, one pink child's picnic table replete with sun umbrella. Cute. I mean the picnic table is pink not the child...though my babies sometimes look pink and I call them the pinky twinkies. It is sort of like that song "One eyed, one horn flying purple people eater" I always thought it meant he ate purple people and I would imagine the lives of said aubergine prey, but I digress.

So everyone arrives for the grillin' and the cubs are in rare bossiness form, especially Ursa. She is after everything that Hazel picks up and as soon as she gets it, she throws it aside for the next thing Hazel has laid her hands on. Still, all three seem to be enjoying the company. At one point Lizzie had them all on the piano bench banging on the keys. I think Hazel felt a little crowded as she kept going back to the piano throughout the night looking for an opportunity to get it all to herself. She is an only child, but not for long as Lizzie is cozy with child.

We take them all into the backyard to play with beach balls which they do for a short period of time, but abandon that to more dangerous pursuits. At one point Freya is practically swinging from the lawn mower, um...honey, see that sticker? It says DANGER. Yep, I know you can't read yet, but let's move away from the metal thing with blades. Ursa is picking on the tomato plants, which she loves to attack and trying to eat rocks (her favorite snack). Hazel, much better at self-preservation, rides the Radio Flyer Roadster around while Ursa isn't noticing. We drag the new pink picnic table outdoors for them all to sit at and they love it, all sitting there like big little girls eating pasta and swinging their legs. Ok, this is cuteness incarnate. Seriously, I can't believe that the cubs have been earthside only a year and Hazel a year and a half. Wow.

After we all decide to move inside to partake of our grillin' feast I look to the picnic table to call Ursa. She has crawled on top of the table (she climbs on everything and could climb way before she could walk) She is perched on the tabletop on her knees. Her face is serious, her hands hang by her sides, the evening sunlight contours her face. She scans the backyard as if it say, "This is my domain. I am master." I'm thrilled once again to be watching two humans grow and develop. It takes my breath away.

We all sit down to the table, girl cubs in their highchairs, Hazel on Lizzie's lap. I must admit, I feel a little guilty as I watch the cubs gobble down all the big people I throw on their trays: chicken, steak, cherry tomatoes, green and red peppers, pineapple, bread, peaches, onions. Ted look at them and says, "Wow, they really do eat pretty much anything." Hazel, on the other hand is a very picky eater. Ted says that french fries make up about 80% of her diet. She just won't eat much of anything else. No meat, no vegetables, no fruit really. We saw her eat pasta, bread, and a couple of cranraisins. I feel really guilty when I think about how Lizzie shared Hazel's pasta with them because the grillin' was taking too long. I didn't even think about it at the time, but that was all the food Hazel would have and here was Lizzie giving it to my foodmonsters. Lizzie, is an angel. Well, I think. "At least Hazel naps, my girls strongly dislike napping. So I guess we're all even"

After, we've cleaned up, bayed the Glick Gang, Goodnight and popped our bathed and pooped cubs into bed. Chris and I wrap our arms around each other. "I had fun with you today, My Wife." Chris says to me. Ah, yes...me too. A perfect day. Then I think. Gee everyday with these cubs is a perfect day, whether I'm tearing my hair out, or having "Gogol Hour" where I dance madly with the girls to fun music...Everyday is perfect. I kiss Chris and take a breath.

My Day Now

Happy Mother's Day to me and Happy Birthday to my girl cubs. So, the girl cubs have turned a year old. Wow, that cliche about time flying...well it is true. I remember when we first brought them home and it was so so hard and I thought..."Ugh, a year...that is forever. How are we going to make it?" And it really seemed so far off and the time seemed to be moving so slowly. And now that we are on the other side of it, it seems to have whisked by as if yesterday I was snuggling these two tiny babes in my arms. Clumsily trying to nurse, fumbling to pick them both up at the same time, crying because I just didn't see how I was going to survive days by myself caring for two babies without help or a break.

I still wonder some days how I"m going to survie by myself caring for two babies, but somehow we make it through and they are big and walking and gorgeous and I now can pick them both up without any problems, just one scoop of the arms. And I can also nurse them both no problems and even wish some days that I hadn't gotten so good at it because they can be little titty monsters. I look back at this year and know I've never been through anything so difficult, so sublime.

Sometimes I look at those two crazy girls and am struck by how miraculous it is that I created them. My body created those two beings. They started out as an egg that I would previously suppress monthly and some sperm that usually pooped out because it had no destination and bing bam boom, two beautful glowing girls, full of energy and pizazz and mania. Full of life. It blows my mind. And I see photos of myself big and heavy pregnant with them and I'm so proud of me, that I carried two babies at once. Look, there...inside of me two babies. Where did I put them? Fully baked and ready to go, put your helmets on, buckle your seatbelt WE ARE OFF. And now they topple along, walking stiff and bow legged, their little elblows bent and hands up by their sides for balance, bellies poking out in front so determined to explore everything.

Oh, the joy they express when they are delighted with something. Oh the agony they express when they are mad and frustrated. And it changes in a second, one from another like a mad Le Coquian game. So complete in their emotional response. Their smiles oh their smiles. They have the sparkle and the shine those two. Yesterday we set up the sprinkler for them in the back yard for the first time. Martin and Liz were over visiting and we stripped the girl cubs of their clothes and set them loose in the water. They shreaked and laughed hobbling along as fast as they could through the water, "running" from the drops of water as they splashed across their backs. Their smiles were huge, beeming brighter than the sun. You couldn't even see their eyes they were smiling so much. Little naked babies waddling around, falling in the dirt and wet grass covered in debri, loving every second. It was one of the most joyous sights I"ve ever experienced. Freya would sneak up towards the sprinkler and laugh and look at me as the water splashed. She would be a little tentative and then waddle away as fast as she could only to return again drawn in by this new sensory experience. Ursula would jolt along with cheer dripping from her face loving the outdoor nakedness, taking time out to explore the bar-b-que grill nearby. When Chris picked them up to hold them over the sprinkler so as to clean their nethers from the dirt and grass they were mucking about in, they would both kick and goof and laugh full belly laughs. They thought it was all hilariously funny. After we finished they were head to toe in filth from the lawn so we plopped them into an early bath and aftwards all played on the piano. They love music and will bounce up and down pudgy knees bending in time to the music or swaying back and forth like Stevie Wonder in concert.

Hmmm, so lovely so tiring. Speaking of tiring. I am. So off to bed soon, but I am a very happy mommy. Even though the girls are sleeping poorly again. They are happy and healthy and that makes it all ok. I am stong and mighty, each day we are all learning more and more about each other, we will survive and not only survive, we will thrive.

Yippee, finally created this thing

My first post, I'll keep it short as it is time for bed and the girl cubs will be up before I know it ready to latch on the teet. But I couldn't resist blogging something. Chris is hot on the trail of a new and fancy digital camera because I am tired of our little point and shoot and the lack of control. We're photographers, let's actually get a digital that allows us to be photographers, please. We have about eight still and moving image cameras between the two of us and one lousy little digital. I'm ready for the big guns so that I can shoot those goofy gooses, known as my daughters. Speaking of which, they will be up before I know it ready to latch on the teet. Oh yeah.