Say Uncle!

B and B came out of hibernation for a quick visit to see their nephews, oh and to pick up a new boat. (Wonder which part of the trip was more exciting?!) We had a great time with them. Here, the boys are eating strawberries or some are eating them, others, namely B, are trying to feed the berries to Oakley....

in the genes?

Looks like B comes by Blue Steel naturally.

the evolution of friendship

The boys have begun interacting and playing together more. H is often recruiting B and E to push him in the cart or in act of extreme goodwill, to push them. It is tempered with plenty of 'No B' and occasionally a 'No E' as well. But slowly, they're learning to play. I suppose it's only a matter of time until the scheming begins...

one singular sensation

Only one little bean in there.

an announcement

Hi all: we just wanted to share the happy and exciting news with you that we are expecting a baby in early October! I've already set up a site for fouradorablemonkeys and will make the switch when the time comes. In the meantime though, I'll keep updating you here on what our sweet little boys are up to and into. (At the moment, the answer is everything!)

Busy Monkeys

Pane pain

The boys love planes. If you are outside with them for any period of time, undoubtedly you'll witness them gazing skyward.

'Go to the airport to see panes?!' H inquires hopefully every few hours. We rarely get a break in the inquires, even if we have just returned from a trip to the airport.

Take this morning. We arrive home from a morning spent watching planes from the beautiful observation lobby and H casually suggests to Dad that 'Affer nap, we go airport to see panes!!'

While at the airport, we do fun things like

1) speculate which parked airplanes will go high? 'Dat one go high! And that pane, that one go high, too!' And after dramatic pause, H (the voice of aeronautical authority) nods sagely, points to yet another parked plane and declares 'That pane get gas and then it goes HIGH!'

2) like to reminisce fondly of all the airplane rides H has taken and can remember (well that's basically one but it was a great one)

3) arguing as to when we go home. Mom: 'H, we're going to watch one more plane take off and then we're going home' Seemingly, a plane takes off every 40 minutes around that place... much waiting.... finally, I glimpse a plane coming down the runway, my scream for H to come look almost rivals that of Little E (who has an eagle eye when it comes to planes and a bullhorn cry of glee when he sees one). H: 'Where? Huh?' Catches glimpse of plane exhaust and speck of plane as it is hundreds of feet in the air. Mom: 'Okay H, that was the plane taking off let's go.' H: 'Nooooo. I want to see one more.'

Dad's Birthday

So in late news (as in a month late), we headed up to the mountains for what is now becoming an annual tradition of celebrating dad's birthday at a beautiful cabin up there. It was interesting to compare it to last year's experience to this year's: the babies at 15 months versus 3 months really weren't much better sleepers than last year. Though when they did get up, usually bringing them to bed helped. That king sized bed got cozy quickly... do they make family-of-five sized?

Anyway, the babies also were into everything. We are lucky in that most people/places we visit are fairly child proofed--- alas, mountain cabin was not. The calling card of destruction wasn't too bad this time (I think we'll be allowed to return), but it was strenuous keeping so many things out of their reach.

That said, it was great to spend time with Lala, Grandpa, Mimi and Poppa. I'm not sure the feeling was completely mutual (haha) but our wild little monkeys continue to grow and explore and soon won't be so little (and really, let's hope not so wild).

These days

Again, no pictures but I will have some soon I hope- spring break is rapidly approaching and I am already looking forward to having a few minutes to catch up on pictures, sleep, and organizing. Though maybe not in that order.

Anyway, a quick note to say that the boys are doing ok. B, unfortunately, got sick on Monday night, and even more unfortunately, they were driving back from Mimi and Poppa's house when he started puking.

B (Retch, retch): Waaah
H: 'B! Again, B! Haha, that's so funny!'
E (copying B trying to imitate the retching noises): gag, gag
B (again): Retch (followed by laughter this time)
H (laughing): Again, again! Hahaha!
E: Haha, giggle giggle.

Apparently, this carried on the whole way home culminating in B covered in vomit and H and E mightily amused. Poor baby. He had a high fever and then recovered slowly over the next day. Just in time for Dad to wake up last night at 11:30 with H crawling all over him, spreading something wet and sticky over both of them in the process. Wondering what that wet and sticky might have been? Here's a hint: it was chunky too. Poor Dad.

We spent the next 4 hours holding H as he puked over the bed, the carpet, the tile and cleaning up after him. All I can say is at least the stars aligned so as not to have them all sick on the same night. There's only so much puke a couple can handle.