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Take that!

Ha! Remembered my login! On another note Marilyn just showed me her latest knitting project and it’s looking seriously dangerous. Okay here’s something cute until I can scrap together an appropriate blog post:

Recognition

Better than television

Last night I warmed up a jar of baby food for Evie and while feeding her noticed she was deeply enthralled with something on her exersaucer. She would keep her head down, obviously studying something intently and would only look up to take a bite of food then would put her head back down again. This went on for awhile and I didn’t catch on until I looked down to try to figure out what she was obssesed with and this is what I saw:

Who's that baby in the mirror?

LOL!! She was looking at me the whole time! For the record she ate the WHOLE jar of baby food (usually eats half a jar) and wanted more. I’m going to eat her.

Will he invite me to his secret volcano lair?

There’s no denying that today was “TEH SUCK!”  I won’t bore with you with all the boring work-related, hormonal, cable getting switched off details but let’s just all agree that Slackermama and Slackerpapa will be getting pissed on Gin and Tonics.  However the day wasn’t without it’s highlights as witnessed by:

1)  Evie’s reaction to me calling her a “Pretty Pretty Princess” when I get home every evening.  Note the skirt part of her outfit hiked up due to her constantly pulling at it.  She’s going to be one of those little girls that rocks back and forth holding up her dress saying “Papa! Papa you know what?  Papa! You know what?”  I’m in big trouble:

 

2) Liam seeing an Oreo logo on a table card at Wendy’s and remarking:  “Cookie!”  What’s even more remarkable than knowing the logo is the fact that this kid has probaly had a grand total of 2 Oreos his entire life since we are huge cheapskates and buy the knockoff brands like “Hydrox” (does that sound like laundry detergent to anyone else?).  His brother is profoundly intelligent and so far Liam looks like he’s following in his footsteps.  One of them is bound to be an evil genius.

3) Harry purchasing two bags of candy at the store and offering me some:

Harry: Papa, you want some?
me: What is it?
Harry: Skittles!
me: What the hell is a “Skittle?”
Harry: *giggles like a little girl*

Well at least we now know which one will be the evil genius.

Hey little boy don’t press my buttons

When I got home from work this evening I greeted each of my twitlins as usual and grabbed up Evie and the camera so I could snap some pics hoping for one of her famous smiles.  I couldn’t get her to smile because she was too interested in what I was doing:

Cute as a bug

 

Meanwhile Liam was watching tv and I thought this would make a cute picture.  You know how sometimes a wildlife photographer will go missing and all they’ll find is his camera and when they develop the pictures there are all these pics of a grizzly bear getting closer and closer?  These pictures remind me just how dangerous wildlife can be:

         

 

Once on my lap he started grabbing the camera and I had it aimed towards Harry.  Liam decided the little silver button on the camera was fun to click and Harry played along: 

         

 

He snapped off one final picture before I finally wrestled the camera from his grubby little hands:

 

And he and Harry proceeded to be the monkeys they are:

Evie…sleepy princess

For the past couple of weeks Evie has been acting very tired in the evenings.  When were at the in-laws house in San Jose after BlogHer we discovered that she really enjoyed sleeping in her bouncer in their darkened dining room away from the noise and commotion.  Practically every night since we’ve been back I’ve been telling Marilyn that she is ready to start sleeping in her crib and that we should work on transitioning her over.  This idea (of course) doesn’t set well with Marilyn and she’s been coming up with any excuse she can to NOT put Evie in her crib. To her credit she has her reasons most of which have to do with our experiences with trying to have children and the associated loss. HOWEVER, most of her excuses are completely lame and add up to the fact that she simply doesn’t want to harbor any notion that her baby girl might be growing and wanting some more freedom. So last night after Marilyn changed her diaper and put her in her jammies she handed Evie off to me. I could tell by her slowly blinking red eyes that she was very tired and I could tell she just wanted to go to sleep so I finally took matters into my own hands. I marched her up the stairs to Marilyns protests of “Where are you going with my baby?!” and laid her in her crib. I dimmed the lights and put a baby monitor in the room so we could hear if she cried, closed the door and went back downstairs. She fussed a little at first but in the end she slept for about 5 hours in her crib!