David this morning, deciding he needs a bigger spoon. He ate the rest of his oatmeal this way. No bib because babes have decided they are uncomfortable, uncool, or are too much fun to take off. And because parents have decided that after these people eat, they need a change of clothes, anyway, so why worry about the bib?
A couple of weeks ago, chubby bunny with grapes. This is pretty much the way they always eat, stuffing their faces.
At the playground in Houston's Montessori magnet, Wilson Elementary.I love my Subaru. You probably know this, but I will tell you anyway. It is zippy, with a manual transmission that likes to go, go, go. Just room enough for me, two babes, a diaper bag, a stroller, various baby-related flotsam (stuffed animals, several shaker eggs, and some loose O's), and more groceries than I planned on buying (of course). Plain enough that I didn't panic when I found myself at an Exxon on FM 972 this afternoon with each babe sitting (for an eternity, in the heat) on a Potette in each of the bucket seats (they didn't have shoes on and the asphalt was hot . . . and better my car than a gas-station bathroom). Tall enough to hop a curb, bounce along a rough county road, or cut across a median in traffic (Matt, you didn't just read that). Squat enough to get great mileage so I don't mush my granola crunch. I love my car.
I love my Whole Foods, too. Today the babies scored three ripe red bananas from the produce guy, and two kinds of juice from the juice lady. The juice gave the babes bright carrot-colored mustaches. Their shirts were already soaked from an enthusiastic dinner eaten thirty minutes before, and banana still stuck between their fingers. They looked perfectly, happily, messy. "What have you been EATING?" the cashier asked. Just the merchandise, man. Whole Foods had organic grapes again this week, toddler-sized and sweet. C&D like grapes so much that David tries to eat five at a time (but when he opens his mouth, and they all roll out).
I love my babies, too. They way they smile and giggle when they nurse, the way they stamp their foot and say "hss, hss" when they watch a ball to bounce, the way Carmen tries to share things she likes with David, and the way David tries to help around the house. The way they drink bottled water from the store and sign "cold!" And I love the way they can't figure out this whole Mommy thing.
"David, where's David?"
Pointing at head, "day."
"Where's Carmen?"
Pointing at Carmen, "dair."
"Where's Mommy?"
Mommy.
"Carmen, where's Carmen?"
Laughs.
"Where's David?"
Pointing up, "doughbutdoughbutdoughbut."
"Where's Mommy?"
Mommy. "Dah!"
So, there you have it.
This evening, after grabbing some provisions, we came home to a clogged sink. While Matt worked under the sink, David watched and tried to help, grabbing the wrench and hiding the steel wool (somewhere . . . haven't found it yet). I tried to sit down to eat while Carmen stood in the Learning Tower and decided she wanted to eat a second dinner--mine. She played peek-a-boo inside it and giggled with a mouth full of chicken. When she realized she had stuffed her mouth full and couldn't chew (my babes are well-practiced at eating like they are playing Chubby Bunny), she unceremoniously took the half-masticated chicken back out of her mouth and dropped it on the floor. Thanks, kid.
This weekend, my mother taught David to hide around corners and pop out saying, "boo!" It's hard for me to play that game for very long. It's difficult to resist, when he comes from around the corner and says, "bew! bew!" picking him up and giving him tickles and kisses all over. More more more! he signs, and he gets kisses and tickles all over again.
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