The celebration hasn't stopped around here. Packages trickle in from kind relatives, prolonging the birthday fun. I ask Devon what he wants to do every day when he gets up from a nap, and he says "open presents".
The girls enjoyed a package of dresses from Great Auntie Esther. They're now at the age when a new dress means trying it on. So much fun!
They're playing with a new play kitchen that Mama and Papa installed in their room during a recent visit. It's replaced the morning ritual of pulling all the organized twin outfits from their dresser drawers and dumping them on the floor. Mommy is over the moon about this new development, and hopes that clothes are now clothes and toys are toys from now on.
Since we're closing in on our second year in Vero Beach and still unsure of where God wants us in the future, we're making our list of things to do and checking them off one by one. Here's Mommy sneaking into one of the nicer Vero Beach hotels to enjoy a kid-free two hours by the pool.
Once the Play-doh is mixed, you can't put it all back. Oh well.
The girls have had a rough couple of weeks. Two-year-old molars are coming in hard and fast, with another erupting just when I think we're going to catch a break. Two hours after bedtime I heard Melina fussing in her crib. I peeked in on her to see her reading her bedtime book. A few minutes later she had taken her book and crawled into Sissy's bed.
We've learned the best kept secret in Sebastian: the Splash Pad opens at 8 and nobody really gets there until 10. I've actually sat down in there for an hour! When others arrive, Little Napoleon starts to play My-Toys-Are-Mine-But-Your-Toys-Are-Mine and Mommy doesn't sit down again. Thirty minutes later, we're headed home.
We had our first call ever to Poison Control this week. Mommy was so busy chasing Devon and Melina that she missed the little "click" of Carrie getting up from her nap and closing the spare room door so she could get into mischief. She found an ancient bottle of hand sanitizer from who knows when and dumped it on the carpet. Finding her with an empty three-ounce bottle and a puddle on the floor sent me into a panic. Hand sanitizer is 63% ethyl alcohol. Middle schoolers drink it to get drunk.
Shaking, I dialed the number and explained the situation. I was assured that the stuff tastes so nasty that it was very unlikely that Carrie imbibed to the point of alcohol poisoning. Just to be safe, I should give her lots to eat and drink and watch for signs of intoxication.
"Our family doesn't drink!" I countered.
So I was given a crash course in How to Know if Someone is Drunk
-Staggering
-Vomiting
-Slurred speech
-Thinking members of the opposite sex are more attractive then they really are
Long story short, Carrie was fine by the follow-up call and Mommy was very relieved.
I promise my children do wear clothes. They have a habit of taking their pajamas off which means that after-nap and before-bed play gets a little au naturale around here. Melina has started setting up her "babies" in rows so she can talk to them.
Can you find all four discarded shoes in the third picture? This is why we keep shoes in the car and put them on only when their feet need protection.
Devon kept his water shoes on that day. We took them off and dumped a full cup of beach sand from each.
I wish I had time for a better zoom picture, but we chased four Sandhill Cranes around the neighborhood yesterday, listening to their distinctive calls and watching them dip their feet in the water. The girls wore their second new outfit from Aunt Esther.
Later that evening as Craig and I left for date night, he braked and said "Is that ours?" I looked to see a discarded pink skirt in the middle of the sidewalk. Melina was bored on the way home, so she shimmied out of her bottoms while still in the seat belt. We've found swimming towels, toys, shoes, and several other articles of clothing in this manner. People leave things on our glider by the front door if they find them because they assume that one of ours chucked it on a walk.
They usually did.
Here's some more baby play from Melina to end this post. "Babies crying" she says, shaking her head and wandering around the pen.
She stretches her arms to hold all three. Always three. I think she's doing her impression of Mommy.
Oh yeah. She is.
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