"Carmen, let's have bread."
"Banana?"
Maybe at dinner.
She's figured out how to ask for other things, too. She walks to the television set and asks, "Baby?" She wants to watch Baby Signing Time. Who wants to bet Carmen will be the first one to ask to borrow the car?
Using the new computer, with a new AMD 64-bit whatever-whatever processor and a RAID controller for two Seagate hard drives. Thank goodness. I was experiencing withdrawal symptoms.
After a long, hard day, we drove to Whole Foods yesterday for dinner. The babies needed out of the house (again), and I wanted to eat at a place where food all over the floor didn't matter. The Whole Foods closest our house has a shaded patio swept clean by pigeons and grackles, so I never feel too guilty leaving a mess there. We were mostly alone on the patio, which was good, because C&D made more than their usual mess. After we ate (if you want to call sprinkling brown rice on the floor "eating"), we picked up a few groceries, like bananas, beans, bread. Towards the end of our shopping trip, a Jamba Juice worker suddenly blocked our way. "I saw that mess you made!" she told C&D. "Uh-huh! Good thing you ate OUTSIDE!" She must have been watching us eat through the store's fishbowl windows. "Mmm, mmm," she crossed her arms. "I know what you need!" A valium? A table to hide under? "Tell your mama that you babies want a Jamba Juice! How about banana and orange?"
Ten minutes later we left the store with our groceries and three cups of fresh juice: one for each baby, and the rest for me. Juice dribbled down our chins while C&D asked for more, more, more! Madison at Jamba Juice, thank you.
And now I'm especially excited, because yesterday I found out that Matt and his mom are getting me a juicer for my birthday. Carrots, celery, bananas, oranges, apples, mint, kale, wheeeee, I can make my own juice!
Although we still might have to visit Madison at Jamba Juice now and then, anyway.
And we'll have to visit Barry at Central Market. He made the smoothies that helped me survive my pregnancy: fresh banana, diced frozen mango, and diced frozen papaya in a coconut milk base. And he always made sure I would have a little extra because I was eating for three.
Texas watermelons were on sale last week. The babes liked eating theirs well enough, but liked playing with it more.
Easter Sunday we took the babies to church. We arrived early, in time for the congregational socializing and egg hunt. David walked in the grass with Matt while Carmen wove through the crowd, occassionally grabbing hold of a random pant leg for balance. Once church began we listened to the first part of the service from under the oak trees and then took our wiggly, wriggly, wrangly little people home for an egg hunt of our own.
It didn't occur to C&D that there might be anything unusual about the fact that somebody had scattered cascarones and plastic eggs in the front lawn. They did enjoy finding the contents, however, and for that they needed no encouragement.
That evening we decided to cut David's delicious curls. They were getting long and unruly, but Matt and I sniffled little tears, anyway. He looked so much less a baby when they were gone. David didn't seem to mind the haircut.
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