Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Like Father, Like Sons . . .
When you marry someone, no one warns you to ask your mother-in-law what your future spouse was like as a child. I give you Exhibit A and Exhibit B.
Exhibit A: JR's fancy flight suit is a vestige of his daddy's past, and is pretty cute if I may say so myself.
Exhibit B: Alex looks more like his daddy every day--so handsome.
They also received another quality from their daddy--rascalness. My children all have a PhD in rascal sciences. Thanks daddy.
Exhibit A: JR's fancy flight suit is a vestige of his daddy's past, and is pretty cute if I may say so myself.
Exhibit B: Alex looks more like his daddy every day--so handsome.
They also received another quality from their daddy--rascalness. My children all have a PhD in rascal sciences. Thanks daddy.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
My "New" Laptop
Alexander keeps getting cuter.
The twins keep getting, well, more spirited . . . a little narrative and photographic evidence below.
1. This month, the twins decided to make me a new laptop. While I was, once again, showering, they decided to removed 36 keys from my laptop and hide them throughout the house. Luckily, we were able to recover them and I was able to reattach them (since I have the home keys memorized).
2. Alexander now contributes to the mess in the form of eating.
3. Zoe continues to explore the baby's rice cereal and thinks that it makes a good floor cleaner.
4. JR has started a new career in photography (he jumps the kitchen gate, moves the chair over, climbs on top of the counter, and then takes pictures while I am in the bathroom or changing a diaper).
The twins keep getting, well, more spirited . . . a little narrative and photographic evidence below.
1. This month, the twins decided to make me a new laptop. While I was, once again, showering, they decided to removed 36 keys from my laptop and hide them throughout the house. Luckily, we were able to recover them and I was able to reattach them (since I have the home keys memorized).
2. Alexander now contributes to the mess in the form of eating.
3. Zoe continues to explore the baby's rice cereal and thinks that it makes a good floor cleaner.
4. JR has started a new career in photography (he jumps the kitchen gate, moves the chair over, climbs on top of the counter, and then takes pictures while I am in the bathroom or changing a diaper).
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
A Bubble Pool
Our kids are happy and we're just going to have to bank on that.
Because they are also very naughty--they climb on the counter to feed the baby,
they color their faces with markers,
they steal daddy's body wash and make a bubble bath in the outdoor pool.
Whose kids do such things???? Ours.
Alex looks like he will soon enough follow suit.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Can Our Home Be Declared a Federal Disaster Area?
The morning started off easy enough. I set the twins up with some toys and went to take a less-than-five-minute shower.
When I emerged from the shower baby in tow, a strange scent (familiar but foreign) pervaded my entire home. Then I looked at my windows and saw a strange greasy substance dripping down all of the windows. I was then greeted by a smiling JR, holding a bottle of orange glow furniture spray and spraying his chest like he was some sort of WWF wrestler. As I assessed the damage, I realize he sprayed his chest (like sunscreen), Zoe's hair (like hairspray), all the windows (like Windex), the tile floor (like Swiffer), and Wally (I guess so he wasn't left out??). I started with the floor so they wouldn't track it throughout the house.
While on my hands and knees cleaning up the damage, I heard a small voice from upstairs say, "Mommy, I found the lotions." The pitter patter of little feet came running down the stairs and there was Zoe--covered in zinc oxide diaper cream. At this point, I put the baby under my arm like a football and dragged the twins to the shower.
After bathing them, I decided they could play OUTSIDE with sidewalk chalk. In the middle of this activity, the baby had a blow out diaper. So, I changed it. I turned around to discover the twins drawing all over the tile floor with sidewalk chalk. Deciding that crying wasn't an option, I confiscated the chalk and took the baby with me into the office (I was busy filling out the forms for the pediatric opthamologist because JR had injured his eye by falling into the corner of a filing cabinet). Zoe bounds into the office carrying a piece of blue sidewalk chalk. I say, "Zoe, put the blue chalk down." Zoe responds, "No" and then proceeds to draw all over the walls of the office. Horrified, I exile her from the office and lock the door. The children were then uncharacteristically quiet. I thought, "I guess they learned their lesson." After a few minutes, I walked out to see what they were doing. The little angels were sitting side by side on the piano bench. And then I saw it--they had removed the valve from their sippy cups and they were pouring juice on my piano keys one by one.
When I emerged from the shower baby in tow, a strange scent (familiar but foreign) pervaded my entire home. Then I looked at my windows and saw a strange greasy substance dripping down all of the windows. I was then greeted by a smiling JR, holding a bottle of orange glow furniture spray and spraying his chest like he was some sort of WWF wrestler. As I assessed the damage, I realize he sprayed his chest (like sunscreen), Zoe's hair (like hairspray), all the windows (like Windex), the tile floor (like Swiffer), and Wally (I guess so he wasn't left out??). I started with the floor so they wouldn't track it throughout the house.
While on my hands and knees cleaning up the damage, I heard a small voice from upstairs say, "Mommy, I found the lotions." The pitter patter of little feet came running down the stairs and there was Zoe--covered in zinc oxide diaper cream. At this point, I put the baby under my arm like a football and dragged the twins to the shower.
After bathing them, I decided they could play OUTSIDE with sidewalk chalk. In the middle of this activity, the baby had a blow out diaper. So, I changed it. I turned around to discover the twins drawing all over the tile floor with sidewalk chalk. Deciding that crying wasn't an option, I confiscated the chalk and took the baby with me into the office (I was busy filling out the forms for the pediatric opthamologist because JR had injured his eye by falling into the corner of a filing cabinet). Zoe bounds into the office carrying a piece of blue sidewalk chalk. I say, "Zoe, put the blue chalk down." Zoe responds, "No" and then proceeds to draw all over the walls of the office. Horrified, I exile her from the office and lock the door. The children were then uncharacteristically quiet. I thought, "I guess they learned their lesson." After a few minutes, I walked out to see what they were doing. The little angels were sitting side by side on the piano bench. And then I saw it--they had removed the valve from their sippy cups and they were pouring juice on my piano keys one by one.
Needless to say, this was one of the worst days ever. The children are still alive--barely. John came home early to preserve his progeny.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Six Months and Counting
Alex turned six months in June. So, our nanny Analisa had a party with the twins. As you can see, Alex isn't so sure about the celebration but the twins sure are.
Zoe likes posing for pictures (on occasion) and it's a good thing she's cute because behind this adorable face is a series of tantrums and messes that are almost unimaginable.
Having never lost his newborn hair, Alexander is sporting a rather unique hairstyle--John thinks he looks like Coolio.
After six months of three in diapers, I decided I needed to memorialize it with a photo and the kids were oh-so-cooperative.
Zoe likes posing for pictures (on occasion) and it's a good thing she's cute because behind this adorable face is a series of tantrums and messes that are almost unimaginable.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Swinging in the Buff
In April, we finally ventured out to get some pictures of Alex. The handsome boy was cooperative. The twins were less so. But, amazingly, we did get a picture with them all together, even though Alex is falling out of JR's arms. JR had been holding him for a long while and given the weight difference (JR was around 30 pounds and Alex was around 20 pounds), JR did a splendid job.
In May, John (with the help of some good friends from Austin) built a playset in the backyard. The twins love playing on it and especially love getting "underdogs" on the swings. My favorite memory of the playset is when the twins decided to run outside and swing on the tire swing naked--at some point, you just have to accept the chaos.
