In an attempt to start the new year right,

today I began the grapefruit diet.


Well, no, that's a lie (and soooo 1980's).

But we did pick up a bunch of delicious grapefruit at the Public Market last weekend, along with another bushel of apples. It is our attempt to stave off winter scurvy.

What we actually had for breakfast was delicious egg, bacon, and cheese sandwiches made by R1.


Never mind that breakfast ended up being at 11 am, due to some late night festivities.

Oh, and today H1 is one month old.


Here is hoping that your 2010 will be fantastic. Happy New Year!

Dear Uncle Brody and Aunt Karen,

Thanks for sending us these fantastic boats/tunnels/houses/elevators/space ships. We have been playing with them all week.

Sincerely,

W1 and L1


P.S. Mom says it is a darn good thing there were two of them.

P.P.S. The presents in them were pretty good, too.






Merry Christmas to all!

Christmas Caper 2009

The Mastermind

The Accomplice

The Innocent Bystander

The Crime: Premature unwrapping of all the presents under the Christmas tree. Admittedly, there were only two. Because we procrastinate our wrapping like that. To say nothing about procrastinating our shopping.


The Evidence: Wrapping paper strewn about the living room. Gifts exposed. L1 giddily running up to K1 holding a toy airplane and saying, "Open, open!"


The Result: A closet full of wrapped gifts, and a tree with nothing under it.

Mostly to satisfy my own curiousity,

I dug up a picture of each of the kids on the day they were born.

W1

L1

H1

I do think H1 and L1 look a lot alike, don't you? At least where facial features are concerned. But I can tell you that W1 and H1 share the scrawny-little-legs-and-no-hips trait. Gotta cinch those diapers tight or they slide right off.



Today we braved the cold to run some errands (mundane things like groceries). W1 and L1 were in a... shall we say... lively mood, and keeping us on our toes in the checkout line.

As we were leaving, the cashier leaned over and said: "Just so you know, it gets worse before it gets better."

Ah. That is good to know.



Don't you love unsolicited advice?

Apparently,

it doesn't get much better than whipped cream on waffles on a random Wednesday morning.


Oh, and?


Matching holiday sweaters featuring snowmen.


Otherwise known as an excuse to poke your brother in the chest, shout "mo man!" and run away giggling.


And now you know the story of my entire day.

Strange things have been happening.

First of all, we brought this little girl home from the hospital:



Perhaps not strange to us (except at odd moments when it seems a little unreal), but definitely strange to W1 and L1.

They have been handling it in their different ways.

L1 is gentle, affectionate, and concerned when H1 cries. And he doesn't want her to be bored, so he brings her reading material:


W1 tests his boundaries, and reacts with a little strangeness of his own. Among other things, he decided that the broccoli in the fridge would make the perfect snack (having never before let broccoli cross his lips):


And insisting that it was the backyard that had to be shovelled, not the driveway:


Despite all the strangeness, we are slowly settling back into normalcy.

Doing well

Mom and baby are eating and sleeping quite well.