Friday, August 22, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Now they each have their own mini-me and we got them all together to take a picture when we finally got over to meet our cousin, Adam. He's darling and squishy and he promises to be a baby for longer than our insanely weedly growing tike.
The brothers with their baby boys. We're wishing right now that we had Mimi around to coo over them. It isn't just because we're selfish attention hogs. It's also because now would be such a great fantasy: as if your kids are all babies at the same time, but you can pass them back to the nannies at feeding/squealing/changing/sleeping times!
Sunday, August 17, 2008
They both loved this toy even though it was way too old for them. Joss even managed to grab it and hold on with his hot little hands. Then, last Sunday, he actually rolled over, from his back to his front! Not even three months old at that point. Sigh. We were hoping that he'd be the slowest of the kids, content to merely sit and play instead of needing to crawl -- until he was about four.
Monday, August 04, 2008
The poolside bubble tubs are a big hit. So is the hot tub. Rob was sitting there between two bulbous, Tecata-swilling men discussing "politics." The first man, pasty and twiggly-legged, bemoaned the sorry state of the nation. "Yeah," said the orange tan walrus-mustachioed man. "An' purdy soon that Obama will be hangin' out on the front porch of the White House, spittin' watermelon seeds with 14 of his darkie friends..." Ah, the hearty, simple pure folk and good old-fashioned values of the American Heartland....
After leaving Mr. McNiel and Mr. Lehrer in the Hot Tub, Rob foraged for veggies and fried chicken (Solidarity? The power of suggestion?) at a dumpy grocery store, and the poolside meal was delightful even without Margaritas.
Mr. Joss joined the kids for his first-ever swim. He was fine until Sebi splashed him. We all endured the trip through Winnemucca, Battle Mountain (with the big "BM" on the mountain outside of town), Elko, Wendover, Toole, and a gas station in West Valley City that had a surprising selection of Haribo gummy treats. That eased us back home after Austria/California.
Now we are wandering aimlessly among K2-sized piles of laundry and trying to re-claim our house from all of the poo we have dumped out of our suitcases. We might never leave our house again. When does school start, anyway?????
We walked out to a Greek place for lunch where our kids once again shocked and awed us with the sheer volume of food they could down. This time it was Sebastian who polished off a whole gyro. Don't be misled by this picture -- this was 30 seconds of a four hour adventure where Joss is smiling and in the stroller at the same time.
Then we walked over to Stowe Lake where Rob and kids rented a paddle boat and trucked around the island, checking out the ducks and turtles and the pagoda and waterfall. And I pushed Joss around while he shrieked in his stroller. Complete strangers offered me advice and tried to quiet him and a lot of them complimented me on the stroller. I tell you, if someone pushed me around in this thing, I would not complain!
We left the park and tried to go by the SF Herb Co to stock up on spices, but alas, they closed at 4:00 and we missed them. We had to console ourselves with visiting Mitchell's truly fabulous ice cream at the end of Guerrero.
Rob was more than up to the task. And for the kids it was a dream come true! Like grandpa's basement only without the archeological relics such as the boom boxes my brother and I bought as teenagers. And with a zipline and seesaw instead. The U.S. is just not quite as adept with a zipline thought -- they need to work on their dismounts.
They had a good time getting dusty and playing. I wheeled Joss around the Marina while he squealed.
It's housed in a warehouse and frequented by plenty of local business types and students. I was self-conscious about our large brood (unseemly for the Bay Area these days), but there were plenty of other kids. And the nice Indian man who sat next to us was thrilled that our kids were chowing down on the food. He pointed them out to his family "Look at the kids who eat Indian food!" We didn't tell him that they eat most anything put in front of them. Today Sebastian was talking to Joss and he said "Joss, right now you just eat yellow milk, but pretty soon you can eat lots of good food! I eat salad and it makes me big! Now I am a big brother and you are my tiny baby brother." Amen.
I'd come down with the beginnings of mastitis, but Nedra took great care of me and got me antibiotics which finally brought down my fever. I went to the airport just to see my kiddies come walking through the door. They looked older (and travelworn).
Nedra also arranged to get Maddie not one, but two birthday cakes that they picked up Friday morning. People mostly slept and beat up on each other during the day. Then we had chinese food and cake and presents, followed by more sleeping and beating up on each other.
This was one of Maddie's presents: a crystal scene that grew in just a few hours. It was pretty amazing. We threatened all the kids when we put them to bed that they were NOT TO WAKE ANYONE UP when they woke up. Then Rob dosed them up with Benadryl. They were still up at some ungodly hour, but they didn't wake up anyone else, which we were all thankful for.Which reminds me, a few weeks ago Will had a rash and I told him I'd put some Benadryl on it to keep it from itching. He said "But Mom! Benadryl is what I use to go to sleep!!" Poor kid doesn't even know its actual use. . .