Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Its been hot this week. The humidity has been wayyy up there, making our morning walks a little less pleasant for those of us that are stuck with the task of pushing the heavy load of the double stroller. By the time the afternoon is here, the temperatures explode into the 90s, giving us reason to fill up the splash pad and relieve the babies of their cotton. They stomp and they squeal, and they slide all around. The cool water droplets escaping from the hose help to erase the redness in their cheeks, and once again, like the afternoon before, all is at peace in our world.
And sometimes riding on your favorite toy lion is nice. I'm sure his future girlfriends will agree.
We had another ultrasound on Monday, and unlike our past attempts, this time the Bean was eager to cooperate, letting the secret of his or her gender slip. So now we know, but are going to continue to let the anticipation for everyone else grow.
Christopher walked into a sharp piece of aircraft yesterday, head first, and landed himself in the ER for a good 5 hours. All is well, nothing that a few 7 staples couldn't fix. And of course, common man style, he feels proud of his injury, and is perfectly satisfied knowing that a piece of that plane has left its mark on the top of his head forever.
We've been eating berry oatmeal for breakfast the past couple of mornings. Bob's Red Mill gluten free rolled oats, mixed with a cup each of blueberries and strawberries, a dash or few of stevia, and then a quick whirl in the magic bullet. A small scoop of peanut butter in the center for protein, and its gobbled up before I even have time to sit down and eat my own. I've been really concentrating on less sugar, for both me and the babies. So far so good.
Last weekend at a garage sale, I picked up a Shrek themed stuffed toy for Eleanore. A flying donkey. For those of you haven't met miss imagination yet, her very best friend, of all time of ever, is Donkey. He goes everywhere with us. And if its not Donkey, its Piglet (from pooh, obviously). To the store, to the doctor, down the slide at the playground- everywhere, these invisible friends come. So as you can guess, this 50 cent toy was the find of the century.
We saw a caterpillar this morning. "Is that the very hungry caterpillar?", Eleanore asked me.
..."yes", I replied.
I haven't had a cup of coffee in two days, and I'm still alive.
Oh, and I've been sleeping the opposite way on the bed every night. Feet where my head should go, putting my face directly under the ceiling fan. Christopher thinks its weird, but I think its comfortable.
And now that I've had my little ramble (and shared some pictures of the babies) I'm off to attempt to come up with and cook dinner with less than an hours time to do it in. We've got canned mushrooms, fresh zucchini, pasta, and Spam. Sounds like casserole to me.