Sunday, May 22, 2011
Taking the Gloves Off
Last weekend, the boys and my dad built a mean vegetable garden in our backyard. Granddad did 105% of the work. The boys, -5%. We had two issues. First, Zach lost his pants. Second, and more problematic (because, really, isn't gardening while wearing pants a bit overrated?), we only own 2 pairs of gardening gloves. One of those pairs were being worn by my dad, leaving two other single gloves for three boys to fight over. And they were willing to fight to the death over those damned gloves.
So this weekend, Granddad (who, to the boys, is even cooler than Handy Manny, if you can believe it) was visiting again, and this time the project was replacing one of our sprinkler heads. Another project involving shovels and dirt. The boys were beside themselves, and couldn't wait to help, and were even more excited because this was an opportunity to wear their brand new, very own pairs of gardening gloves that Grammy had brought especially for them:
I have to hand it to my mom. Her idea prevented another world war.
A bit later, it occurred to one of the boys that he had seen these gloves somewhere before... These weren't JUST their special gardening gloves. "These wook wike dentist gwoves too!!!"
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Back up and running
Hello friends and family!! It's been a tad busy over here, hence the lack of any updates. So without further ado...
Michael (a.k.a. The Fat One) is large and in charge, weighing in at over 17 pounds (90th percentile, thank you very much). Fat and happy as can be. TFO is fascinated by his big brothers, who are less than fascinated by him. "He doesn't have teeth, mommy," they keep reminding me (apparently the day he grows teeth he'll be worthy of their attention). Every once and a while one of the big boys will show him some lovin', but he usually gets ignored. His big brothers are just too busy playing and too involved
Big Mike today. |
1 week old. Nice, fluffy hair. |
The big boys are great. They are about to graduate from their 3-year-old preschool class, which terrifies me because it means the summer is here, and SCHOOL IS OUT. Last summer (I was newly pregnant and potty training) (the boys, not myself) nearly did me in. Age 3 to 3.5 was rough. But when the boys turned about 3.5, they suddenly became so much more mature. OK, so I use the word "mature" extremely, extremely loosely, but let's just say that poop painting appears to be a thing of the past. The boys are best buds, and the best thing about multiples is that your kids have constant playmates and (for better or worse) partners-in-crime.
Before I sign off, a quick shout-out and thank you so very much to all who supported our March of Dimes team this year. We exceeded our goal and raised over $1100!
At the 2011 March for Babies, showing off their signs on Ambassador Row. |
Thanks for checking in. Now that I've done an official update, I'm back on the blog wagon. Will start reporting again regularly on the delights and chaos of
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