Thing 1 faces forward

We are at the hubby's parents right now spending the weekend. We took the drive on Friday afternoon just in time for everyone's nap. There is something remarkable about this trip, since it's the first time Thing 1's car seat faces forward. We were re-shuffling everyone to maximize the space in the minivan and ended with Thing 2 and I in the middle row, and Thing 1 and Big bro in the 3rd row (with Thing 1 directly behind me). But I couldn't get back of my seat upright. Thing 1's car seat was take too much room. Then we decided to turn her car seat forward, but not before we weighed her though. By our scale, she weighed in at 20.5 lbs. With the car seat facing forward, there was plenty of room for me to stretch my legs! Thing 2 had to remain rear facing though.

Daddy kept teasing me about breaking down about this momentous event. He reminded me of the one lowly tear I shed when our son was able to use a public high-chair for the first time when he was four months old.

guilty no more

Our lower level AC conked out on us on Tuesday. It was blowing air, but it wasn't cold. I thought it was a good idea to keep it running, thinking that at least it was circulating the air. But apparently, that wasn't the best thing to do as it only made the house humid. The AC repairman could drop by that afternoon but gave me a 5 hour window. That wasn't going to work since I had to go and pick up the little man from school. So it was not until last night that it got fixed. In the meantime, we spent a lot of time upstairs in the master bedroom.

Let me just say that the twins knew instantly that there was not a play yard enclosing them. And with big brother in the mix, it was a free for all apparently. Big brother and I were sitting on the couch reading a bed time story, Thing 1 was busy inspecting corners she hadn't been into before, and Thing 2 was busy eating any lint or hair she could find on the floor. Big brother was working on his milk but left it on top of something, and Thing 1 found it a short moment later. She put it in her mouth and loved the chocolate milk. There was a big outcry from Big brother when he saw it, "That's my milk!!" he says. He runs over to Thing 1 and grabs the sippy cup. "You're not my best friend, Katie!", he says and cries some more. When I was sure Big brother wasn't going to strangle Thing 1, I go and run over to Thing 2 to stop her from eating a big knot of hair from the carpet (ew!).

After a few minutes of quiet, I return to reading the book. A few seconds later, I see Thing 1 found Big brother's sippy cup again. I look over at Thing 2 and she's crawling towards another piece of lint, or hair, or whatever it was only she could see. Oi!

Daddy walks in on us an says, "This is why we have the play yard." Yay, Daddy is home!!

the bangles are beautiful, but they are definitely not edible

The bangles that the girls wore the other day are beautiful. They were all but forgotten while we were at therapy (but that could be because of the animal cookies they were too busy stuffing in their faces). But that afternoon, I noticed that the short chain that connects the 2 edges of the bangle were just dangling on Thing 1. I checked it out and the link that connected it to the bangle was gone. (Momentary panic set in at this time.) I shoved my forefinger and thumb in Thing 1's mouth (I usually just use my pinky, but desperate time calls for desperate measures. Who cares if my fingers were bigger than her mouth!) and started the sweep. AHA, there it was.

So, adieu pretty bangles. The girls can have you back when they have their own chitlins to panic over. Well, maybe not that long. After all, you're the first piece of jewelry they ever had (thanks to some very thoughtful relatives).

feminine charms with boyish clothing

Thing 1 and Thing 2 are sporting boy's clothing today. It seems only boys' clothing are ever long enough to cover their knees to afford a little protection when crawling. But no worries, I think the butterfly hair clip and the bangle more than brings their feminine charm.

Peek-a-boo, I see you!
(Thing 2)

ET phones home. I do hope she's getting a good reception.
(Thing 1)

a smooch

Is there anything more special than a smooch from a big brother?
We know it won't be long until headlocks and take downs become the norm so we cherish moments like this. (Thing 1)

finally, fireworks!

The little man was constantly asking to see fireworks all day long, and thankfully I was able to find one that was rescheduled yesterday evening at 9:15. I didn't want to raise his hopes again, so I cautioned that if there was a storm, there wouldn't be any fireworks. But thankfully, though the clouds were cloudy and there were a few rumbles of thunder, it stayed dry. We packed up the kiddies and went the little man's 2nd fireworks ever. (His first was at Disney World when he was 18 months old). He was so excited, he couldn't contain himself.

We watched from the Target parking lot, which worked out really well. We got there early so we were able to read some bedtime stories. When the the fireworks started, Thing2's eyes grew as big as a silver dollar, and Thing1 looked ready to throw a humongous wail. But Daddy stayed in the car with them and they calmed down holding onto his hands.

We had a late night, but fortunately, for once in this little boy's life, he woke up late at 8am allowing us to sleep in a bit longer.

sporting a big boy haircut

Someone's hair was getting too long. With him overheating all the time, we thought it was finally time to just shave it all off. Well, OK, it was ME who thought it should all go. I gave fair warning to Daddy that the little man was ready for his haircut, but it took him a few minutes before he joined the party. When he walked in on me, I was using the 1-inch hair attachment on the top of the little man's head. "I want the top long!", Daddy said. Um, you should have ran up here when I called you. Here is the big boy modeling his new do.

Thing2 and Thing1 hangs out with Big Bro.