Ice cream.
Do the sign while you feed babies a mango sorbetto. Watch them raise their eyebrows and say with their eyes, "Hey, hey, hey, what's this?"
A busy couple of weeks. I've been increasingly under the weather (allergies? Tired Twin Mama Syndrome?), and last Monday David got sick.
Then Matt got sick.
Then this past Monday, Carmen got sick.
We believe in sharing things in this house, can you tell?
We're all on the mend and the babes are busier than ever, but between that and some other projects, there's little time for digging in the mess of wires behind the computer for the card reader and then posting pictures.
This weekend we are going to do something like Extreme Makeover on our computer. The breakdown:
- We're getting a new monitor. Ours is starting to make noises . . . I was going to just wait until it caught fire like Matt's dad, but we figured that with our luck it would probably burn up at a really inconvenient time (e.g., naptime). And, also, my fire extinguisher needs charging. So we just decided to get a new one.
- We're getting a new case. This one is about as loud as my refrigerator (that means it's very loud). I am ready to throw it out the window.
- We're getting a new printer. Every time I print, the babes--and the cat--stop and stare at it in horror. It is dying a slow death, and I think I should euthanize it.
- Matt is going to reformat the hard drive (or, are you, Matt?) and start over. Fresh. After so many updates to the motherboard BIOS and every other piece of hardware in the case-that-sounds-like-a-fridge, this machine is full of weird errors. Seeing an error is like hearing fingernails on a chalkboard. Matt doesn't mind it as much as I do, but there are lots of things that Matt doesn't mind as much as I do. Fortunately he pretends to understand and is going to try to fix it. Unlike the grafted, botoxed, lipo'ed, and lifted plastic surgeons on Extreme Makeover, however, he works for free. And the occassional pint of sorbet.
This week the babes discovered the buttons on the television. Specifically, they discovered how to turn the television on and off, and know that randomly pressing the buttons to the left of the power button yields interesting results. So this morning while I was cleaning up after breakfast, the living room sounded something like this:
"Let's turn to Romans Chapter 12 . . ."
". . . are women's voices getting [somebody finds the volume button] DEEPER?"
[Scuffling. The television turns off and two babes are trying to climb each other to turn it back on.]
Later David turned the television back on again, and changed the channel but not the volume. Pastor John Hagee was even louder than usual. David looked up at the television, then walked away.
Later, I heard:
"Today on Dr. Phil-"
[off]
"Clorox disinfecting wipes!"
The biggest problem about the discovery of the buttons is that there is, unfortunately, only one power button. As you may have noticed from previous entries, there are two, yes, two, babies. So when one is reaching for the button, standing on his or her tippy, tippy toes to reach, the second baby is hanging on the first's shoulder, trying to reach over and press the button first. In basketball, this is called a foul. In babies, it is simply "foul." So the babes get frustrated and angry, and Carmen may decide to vent her frustrations on David by sticking her finger in his mouth.
You might remember that she did this several months ago, and then stopped. But she must have forgotten why she stopped, because she's doing it again. The unfortunate result of sticking an angry finger in David's mouth is that David's first instinct is to simply bite it. You can imagine that Carmen isn't exactly enthusiastic about this.
The babes went to the dentist on Friday for their first check-up. Then earlier this week we went to the library to sign up for the summer reading program. We are trying very hard to be good little babies.
The library volunteer was tickled to sign up two toddlers for the program. But hey, I told her, we might as well get a prize for reading to Carmen over and over and over (did I say over and over?) all the books that she already has memorized. David prefers a little more variety . . . but just a little.
After looking at David's eyes for the past couple of weeks, it seems that we might not have to do the surgery, after all. The day before we were scheduled to go in, the eye cleared up, and has been fine ever since. Whew. Close call.
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