Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Christ's ears

No, really... that's what they're called. Les oreilles de crisse. Pork rind, salt, and monosodium glutamate (if you buy it packaged)... which is exactly what J brought back with him after his short trip to the grocery store the other day.

Quite honestly I've never tried them. Pork rind doesn't sound especially appetizing to me. He, on the other hand, thinks they are a delicious, salty, crispy treat. Umm, no thanks - I'll pass.

However, I have found my newest little food addiction of the week (maybe of the month). Whole grain snacking goodness. He can have his Christ's ears. I'll stick with my crackers.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Month Five - March 21, 2009

Dear BabyF and BabyB,

This past month has been so much fun. We're all really getting the hang of being alone together throughout the days and you've both been so cooperative. You both eat really well and sleep well too. Actually, BabyF sleeps very well through the days with long naps and BabyB likes to stay awake and hang out with mommy all day. You both USUALLY sleep through the nights (often lasting 12 hours!). I am a very very lucky mommy!

BabyF, you've been sucking on your hands more and more and I don't know if it's because I'm not feeding you enough or if it's because you just like sucking on your chubby little fingers. You're growing very well, so I'm guessing you aren't undernourished. You're also beginning to show a more independent side. You don't seem to want to be held all that often. You're perfectly content playing on your little gym, doing tummy time with your sister on my bed, or even just watching your Baby Einstein dvd. Sometimes I wish you were more clingy and affectionate (doesn't really make much of a difference because I hug and kiss you a thousand times a day anyway), but I think I'll be grateful for your independence when you're a little older.

BabyB, you have become much more clingy. Whenever I pick you up, you mold your body to mine and this makes me want to hold you all the time. I love your love-doveyness because I'm a big mush ball of affection just like you. Sometimes you take it a little too far, though... like the time we left you with your Nonna for a few hours and you fussed almost the entire time until your momma came back and held you - then you were suddenly happy as can be. I'm wondering if I should leave you with Nonna more often so you can get used to being in the care of others. I'm only considering this because I suspect I'll have to go back to work soon and then you'll HAVE to be in the care of another and my guilt would be a hundred times worse if I knew you were unhappy.

You both now babble a lot and even giggle from time to time. I haven't quite figured out a sure-fire way of making you giggle. It's been hit and miss so far, but I'm working on it. And when I do finally figure it out, well then that's all we're going to do... because, truly, your giggles are the most beautiful sounds I have ever heard.

Now that the warm-ish weather is upon us, we've been spending more time outdoors. I have finally gained the confidence I need to pack you both up by myself and take you out - whether it be to drive you to Nonna's or to take you for a walk in your enormous double stroller. Things will only get better as the weather gets nicer. I can hardly wait for the weather to be mild and clear enough for us to take walks together every single day. Soon you'll be hanging out with your friend Annalisa - my dear friend M (and his wife N)'s daughter, who was born about six weeks before you were. Oh what fun we'll have going to the park together and shopping and just enjoying our days. It'll be just the girls - all five of us - and I'm confident that we'll all have a wonderful time together.

For now, we continue to take things one step at a time and I will continue to cherish every moment we all have together.

With all the love in the world,

Thursday, March 12, 2009

I'm a what??

I hadn't seen my friend since before I became pregnant with the twins. Our conversation went something like this...

male friend: You look different.

me: Yeah, it's called sleep deprivation.

male friend: No, silly. You look different.

me: Different how?

male friend: I don't know. I can't put my finger on it.

me: Try.

male friend: You look like a mother.

me: (burst out in laughter) Is is the saggy boobs? The tired eyes? The ever-increasing grey in my hair?

male friend: Oh shut up! You look like a woman now.

me: Honey, I've always been a woman. What on earth are you talking about?

male friend: You look like a woman... not a girl anymore.

me: (look at him like he's on some cheap recreational drug)

male friend: You're a MILF, ok! It's a compliment - trust me on this.