Besides being a Matchbox 20 song, 3AM is also the time that the right hemisphere (the creative side) is at its peak. How do I know this? Well, the inspiration for my most clever-if I may say so myself-blog entries always came at this mind-numbling early hour. Usually, at 3AM I am straining to keep my eyes open, burping a baby, and watching Ace of Cakes on FoodNetwork. Then, out of nowhere, an idea for a blog entry will come to me, complete with witty text. It's like the funny Trudi comes alive at this time. Some of you are familiar with her-she's the Trudi usually accompanied by a glass of wine. She's good times.
For the last week, though, the babies have been sleeping through this feeding time. For almost a week, the skies have seemed bluer, the sun has shone brighter, the air has seemed purer and my husband more tolerable. Life is glorious all around-except for when it comes to posting a new entry here-I've got nothing. Nothing witty, at least. I am hoping that my brain will adjust and become creative at some other time during the day, but I can't promise anything. So until I think of something clever, or until I have enough time to sit down and have some wine, Ill entertain you with pictures.
Above: Grady attempting to eat the little bit of hair Cole has left, next picture Cole is smiling because his brother has finally stopped messing with him.
Above: Big smile from the big G Baby.
Below: C Baby staring at Snarfus the red elephant hanging from their mobile. C & G Babies love Snarfus.
And finally, Dad entertaining the two boys:
I like to think I am fairly mellow about many things, particularly things related to keeping a clean home. My mantra is definitely NOT cleanliness is next to Godliness, mostly because I can think of better things to do than making sure the house is spick and span, and I usually find abandoned projects during my cleaning sprees that distract me, so things never get done. Our house usually passes as clean, but with a list of extra cleaning projects that need to be done "when I find the time." A perfect example is when Keith learned that Gran GG was visiting, his eyes lit up and he asked if she could iron pretty much everything in his closet. I did breathe a sigh of relief because ironing is mind numbingly boring and takes too long in my opinion. And Gran GG has a lot of energy that we need to help her burn off, so I was all for her ironing. And mopping, dusting, cleaning, etc. etc.Having said all of that, there is one thing that drives me nutso, and it seems one of my darling sons is going to be particularly good at making this problem worse. What is the problem? Check it out for yourself.
Missing socks! That's right, you're familiar with this problem. You put the clothes in the washing machine, then transfer ALL the clothes into the dryer, but when you go to fold the clothes later, there are several pairs of socks with no partner! It's maddening! And Cole seems to be adept at losing one sock even before it goes into the washing machine. When asked about this, he said:
So I thought maybe his brother would be able to shed a little light on the location of Cole's socks, but here was Grady's response:
Keith and I are usually pretty good at working as a team to take care of household tasks, but when confronted with the problem, Keith said: "Seriously Trudi, you interrupted my movie watching for this? I am busy. And can you bring me a diet Coke since you're already up?"
Ah, life with three men.
Since the boys are 11 weeks old today, it's about time we introduce you to the other peoples in their lives. You've already met Karen and her gang, right? Now let's talk about the grandpeoples a bit.
First up is Ouma and Oupa. That's Grandma and Grandpa in Afrikaans, my family's first language. Sadly, when Karen had kids my mom (from here on out called Nana) decided Ouma is too old-sounding and she is now called Nana instead. Being the independent thinker I am, I going to teach Cole and Grady to call her Ouma. I know you cringed reading that, Mom! Hahahaha. I am pretty sure Grandpa Lourens will be OK being called whatever, so either Oupa or Old Man, as the rest of us call him. Anyways, Nana and Grandpa Lourens live pretty close to us, and have already been providing some babysitting (thank you!).
The other side of the family has Gran GG and Grampie/Grampy. I've not gotten any clarification if Grampie/y prefers the "ie" or the "y", so I am taking the liberty of deciding for him, it's "ie". Trivial, I know, but as someone whose name has many, many hundreds of times been given the incorrect ending (it's Trudi with an "i", people!), I tend to notice that. Gran GG and Grampie live near the beach, which will make for great vacations when the boys are a little older.
There are even Great-GrandPeoples to talk about, but that will have to wait until later, 'cause now it's tubby time.
Above: Grady attempting to eat the little bit of hair Cole has left, next picture Cole is smiling because his brother has finally stopped messing with him.
Above: Big smile from the big G Baby.
