Give my kid a Kick

So I guess Cheerios are the culprit. When you drop one, you call it a Cheerio. On our way out to the park this afternoon, Mia felt something in her shoe, and upon further examination we discovered a little peice of Kix cereal had found its way in there. "I got a Kick in my shoe!"

So it begins...

We are watching the televised General Conference of our church. We're between sessions now. When it started, there was a long period of sustainings, which consists of the reading of names, raising of hands, and a few long pauses while newly sustained members move to sit in their designated places. Right after hearing read a long list of foreign names, and during one of the long pauses, Mia spoke up, "This show is annoying."

I'm thinking of drawing big Diego and Dora heads to stick on the screen for the next round.

April Fools

For the first time in over a month, we got a "babysitter" (Van Wagoner dictionary: impose on one of the very few people we trust with our kids, Maury Bevan) and took the twins to their nine-month check-up. Yes, they are 11 months, thanks for noticing. We finally got around to calling the pediatrician during office hours a month late, and the earliest they could get us in was a month later.

So, we get everyone all ready and out the door. This takes an hour and a half. But we are pleased with the results; the babies look cute in their coordinated, but not exactly matching outfits, Mia is full of all her breakfast, clean faces, bums, and hands, diaper bags packed, only two aggravated miscommunications between Mom and Dad, and we're out the door on time.

We sit in the waiting room for about twenty-five minutes, the twins beaming at all the congratulatory passers-by, and spend a couple of minutes packing everything back into the stroller when we get called back into the office. We get Anya half undressed by the time the nurses bring up the fact that we are supposed to bring them in less than a month for their 12-month check-up. Oh, and no- we aren't late on our immunizations- they don't have shots at nine months.

They kind of look at us with pained expressions, waiting for us to be frustrated at having come all the way out with our two bundles of joy. We just kind of felt stupid out loud. So they paid for our parking, and we went to breakfast. Hey, date night- can't complain!

Oh- and tonight Zach called his mom and told her we were pregnant again. "Nooooooooo!" He let her in on the joke before it got too bad, though.

Hoover and Dyson

Some cool things about feeding twins:

You aren't sitting close enough to get the bowl knocked out of your hand- less waste.

They watch each other take bites and it seems to make them more willing to open up for the next.

If one is refuses to eat a bite, you just move on instead of getting impatient.

Most of the time you finish in the same time it would have taken to feed one- that's a great feeling.