l to r: Cadence (2), Orison (7.5), Whit (2), Morrow (4)
I’ve had no space to even ponder the change into another fall and school year. Just stepping forward, trusting the transition. It feels good.
This has been an exhausting, yet really fun, summer. These kids are worth every ounce I can eke out.
In other end-of-summer news, I was cutting up some jalapenos from our garden yesterday (our first garden effort, I might add!), and some of the juice shot up and hit me in the corner of my right eye. It didn’t go quite in, just dangerously close. So I washed my hands (thinking that would take the rest of the juice off my hands) and started washing my eye. Well, as you can guess, things went from bad to worse.
I was hollering to Abraham in the next room to hurry up and Google what I should do as the burnings sensation traveled across both of my eyelids, while totally convinced, “This is it. I’m going blind…I’ll never see anything ever again.” Thought I was gonna die. Gladly, after a few more good rinses and a little more time, things calmed down and I was able to open my eyes again. Hallelujah–was blind but now I see!
The other day, I made my kids chocolate pudding. (I promise I wasn’t just trying to use up nearly-expired products from my baking cabinet. Promise.)
But I thought it would be funny to let the babies have a go at it after dinner. I got them started and they were doing really well! Whit especially is very good with a spoon. My girl…she struggles. But whatevs. They were doing pretty well with the pudding and I handed the rest of the time off to Abraham so I could go upstairs for a few minutes.
He yells a few minutes later, “You owe me big time for this one!”
“What do you mean?” I holler back.
“This clean-up! They have pudding everywhere!”
And he wasn’t kidding. It was on the walls. It was on the backs of their necks. It was in their ears. Honestly, it’s been a few days and I’m still finding dried flecks of pudding.
But instead of stopping the insanity, what does Dad do? He takes pictures.
The twins also love to “tell” knock-knock jokes.They hear the big boys telling them all the time, so naturally they try it too!
(P.S. I have no time to video edit, so you get what you get.)
Here’s a super short video of Whitsun’s reaction to ice cream, taken just the other day.
We’d tried to give him a few bites prior to this, but he kinda opened his mouth for this one, and it just got awesome. And BONUS, you can hear me laughing like a hyena!
I have no idea who this child is. Is he really my son???
Why don’t they ever do that stuff when I have a camera close by?
There’s lots of cute moments around here at 18 months. They can kind of say “I love you” to each other, and it’s a real heart-melter. Capturing that on camera is next on my list! Or maybe I should just have Abraham do it. Apparently they do their cute tricks for him.
The twins are 17 months old now, and they’re doing new things every day! I can’t believe how many new words come out every day! And I can’t believe they can show me their tummies, ears, eyes, noses, mouths, and hair!
Here’s some pictorial evidence of how grown up they are.
You can’t tell from this picture, but he thinks he’s so awesome when he does this:
And Miss Cadence is having a big day too! Here she is from the front (juice spots and all):
And the big excitement for the day! Her first PIGTAILS!
I like to call this look “a trifecta of ponytails.”
So someone Tweeted me that my child-naming techniques are famous. I clicked on the link and there it was…
Look at the paragraph that starts with Whitsun. Then they wrote about ME and how we name our children!!! Whoever, you are, Jodi, thanks for submitting us!
I’m always honored to be mentioned in the same blog posts as Beyonce! Makes me want to dig out some gold glitter stilettos and (attempt) to shake my jelly!
(by the way…I do not think you’re ready.)
In case any of you are late to the baby-naming party, Beyonce & her man Jay-Z had a baby and named her Blue Ivy. Kinda cute, I think! She didn’t consult me on it, but that was probably because she didn’t know I was available.
Here are my posts about baby-naming, for any of you curious out there!
In college, I took fencing for my required gym class. And I didn’t do it because I had to, I did it because I wanted to.
Penn State (at least at the time) had an excellent fencing program, and I was always fascinated by the sport and wanted to try it! So I did it!
(Sidenote: This is why I love large universities. You can explore nearly anything. There’s the running joke that you can take Underwater Basketweaving if you so choose.)
By the way, I loved that class. LOVED it. I know there’s fencing here in the Twin Cities, and I should probably get my kids in it some day. I’d love being a fencing mom.
My little Whit-man might be ready.
“Yeah, I’m figuring out this walking thing, so might as well have a sword in my hand, right???”
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“Yeah, I’m figuring out this walking thing, so might as well have a sword in my hand, right???”
