10 Months!

That's right, the boys are 10 months old today! Tonight we celebrate with a big ole glass of wine.

Coley took a tumble

It was bound to happen, I know. But I really would have preferred for it to be on someone else's shift. A few days ago Cole decided to throw himself out of the stroller while he was with Mum-mum. He leaped over my arms and somersaulted onto the patio, head & face first. And despite it happening in what seemed like slow motion, I was not quick enough to grab him. After a frantic call to Nana, she came rushing to check on him and turns out he's fine, just scratched and bruised.

I, on the other hand, was a mess. I am normally very calm (I think) but something about the sound a baby's head makes when hitting concrete totally freaked me out. Keith pointed out that little boys are bound to get lots of bruises and scratches, and we'd be doing lots of bandaging and kissing booboos in the future.

And maybe I wont cry and throw up each time it happens. Just maybe.

What's wrong with this picture?

Today's afternoon nap: I heard a some rattling about and thought I'd go peek. We normally just let the two romp and moan until they fall asleep, but something told me that someone was struggling, so I went on into the boys lair. Checked on Cole first, and that sweet little boy was fast asleep...



I congratulated myself on being an excellent nap inducer and moved the the other crib, where I found this....


This is most definitely NOT sleeping, Grady. Mommy is not pleased. Unfortunately for me, Grady did not seem to care and gave me a hearty "bbbreeeeeerrreeeerreeeeee" shout-out before grabbing teddy for a wrestling match. Teddy put up a decent fight, and thankfully wore Grady out, because he's finally asleep and I can get some laundry done.

As we like to say around these parts say after a baby falls asleep, Victory is Mine!

Well, alright. Let's talk about Thanksgiving

Keith pointed out that our Thanksgiving weekend was way too fun to not have a proper mention on the blog. I'm usually the first to argue with Keith's opinions (funny how that becomes a natural reaction), but this time I'm inclined to agree.

The weekend started off with a visit from honorary aunt and uncle, Sara and Jeremy. They came all the way from Savannah! They're technically on their way to see twin babies who are their true niece and nephews and are up in Buffalo (yes, Sara married a Yankee! If you watch Golden Girls, you know that's funny, and if you don't watch Golden Girls...well...then there's a good chance you don't understand most of my humor. But anyways, back to Thanksgiving). We omitted the true reason for them coming through town and told Cole & Grady that they came just to see them. Babies cooperated and were [mostly] pleasant, adults had tasty beverages and good conversation, good times were had by all. Aunt Sara and Uncle Jeremy had to leave that same night to get moving to their own families, which gave us some time to prepare for the arrival of Aunt Angela, Uncle Ken and Cousin Evan the next day.

Part of the prep included the things we all normally do before visitors-washing sheets, cleaning the house, frantically shoving things under beds and in closets to make the house appear clean- and then we also had to get the turkey a'brinin. (again, Golden Girls). By "we" I mean Keith, since the turkey had to be brined in our cooler, and in our marriage all things having to do with a cooler falls under Keith's jurisdiction. Unless it's a small soft sided cooler that is holding bottles or babyfood, then it falls into my area of expertise. Am I oversharing? Maybe. Let's move on.

Thursday the Tennant family and my dad arrived! (mom had to work, damn hospitals always having needy sick people). We tried to get a picture of the boys all together, but as anyone with more than one baby can attest, it's nearly impossible. At best we have one of Grady smiling, another where Cole looks semi-happy, and one where Evan is looking at the camera. Not in one picture, of course, but we'll take what we can get. Angela and I dug into preparing the meal while the boys cruised around on the backporch and the menfolk sat around talking and drinking beer. Why they would fill up on beer when there are casseroles to be had, I'm not sure.

After an excellent Thanksgiving meal (brined turkey was awesome, kudos to the man in charge of All Things Cooler Related), the Tennants and our little family headed down to Lake Avondale for our annual group picture. This year's picture didn't quite turn out as we hoped, it's more of a sillouette, but with semi-fussy babies in the cold we didn't want to keep trying. The picture taking excursion ended with a stop at the local park where Evan had his first swing experience! WHEEEEEEE! He might look a little apprehensive in the picture, but I'm pretty sure he had a good time.

Friday Gran GG and Grampie stopped in for a night on their way back to Florida (yes, for another cruise). Always good times when they visit, they get their fill of playing with babies and I get to leave to go do some shopping. Win-win situation, as far as I'm concerned.

For pictures of the weekend, go to http://babiessquared.shutterfly.com and click on "Giving Thanks 2008". I also have some Christmas tree decorating pictures up, and I know you're not going to be able to resist looking at those either.

C'mon Christmas!

Too busy to write much lately, but I've at least uploaded some pictures from Thanksgiving. You know the drill by now... go to www.babiessquared.shutterfly.com, click on "Giving Thanks 2008" for pictures from our weekend visiting with family and friends.

And now that Thanksgiving is out of the way, it's Christmas time! WHOHOOOOO!