Obligatory baby post

Things have been hectic, hectic, hectic around here lately and they show no signs of changing for quite some time. On the contrary, I've suddenly comprehended how insanely busy I'll be when these two start walking. They are exceptionally good at finding things they shouldn't have, opening containers they shouldn't open, and getting on top of things that have precarious drops and sharp edges. When their mobility and speed have increased, well, look-out! The crazy days I'm having now will no doubt look like an all-inclusive holiday package compared to what lies down the road. So I'll save some of my whining for then -- just remember to write soothing words of encouragement to me when my blog posts are nothing but all-caps messages saying, "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE!"

The babies are fine. They're sleeping right now but will be up soon to cling to my leg and whimper pitifully. Maybe they'll play with their toys for a few minutes as well, until one grabs one of the boring things they've seen a million times before from the other and all hell will break loose.

They're crazy eaters right now. I think some of the leg whimpering I've been experiencing lately is related to their lack of food, and I've moved to fix it. This morning I continued to spoon the goo into them until I actually got a hand-wave from Talia, "No more please, I'm stuffed." But it seems to be changed into poopies pretty quickly (without changing that much sometimes). The problem is not just the quantity, but the frequency.

We took them out to Loblaws the other day. Mama and Papa, Talia and Max, thinking it would be a good outing. Then when we got home I would do some more handyman stuff and Mama could do some kitchen stuff. It didn't work out that way. The trip took way too much time, delayed babies' lunch, resulted in crankiness and parental headaches and nothing being accomplished. But we did get a photo:

Notice the wonderful cart that fits two babies! Notice also that Max has pulled off his left shoe. Max is always pulling off his left shoe these days. Which is always followed by Max pulling off his left sock (as happened here as well). Loblaws is a big, big, store. The shoe was found, but the cute little sock with the logos of all the Canadian NHL teams was lost forever.

Talia has come to pronounce Papa in a new and infinitely more cute way. She says, "Puh-aaaaaaaahhh Pah. Puh-aaaaaaaaaahhhh Pah!" As she holds that long A her pitch rises slowly. They're such wonderful little guys.

Posted by Bruce Gottfred at March 25, 2004 09:14 AM | TrackBack