Wednesday, April 28, 2010


Marlo finished nursing and began sucking on Sabine's finger.  Sabine didn't seem to mind.

So far they have shared and/or swapped...
my womb,
my boobs,
a crib,
bouncy chairs,
a swing,
a bumbo,
a room,
a brother,
and a Papa.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Tramp Jumpin' In The Rain

The girls had their developmental peds appointment this morning and all the news from the docs was good.  Yeah!  We have a follow-up visit scheduled in July and Sabine may need an ultrasound of her hips sometime soon, but all else was good news.  Tomorrow I need to call and put our Early Intervention evaluation appointment on hold.  I am relieved and feel settled inside.

Hugo happily spent the day with Things 3 & 4.  As I entered the backdoor to pick him up, he asked why I was there already and couldn't I go somewhere so he could keep playing.  The little stinker!  I ended up bringing the girls inside to nurse, play and chit chat.  After a long while, we noticed first the odd silence in the house and then the colorful objects bobbing up and down past the living room picture window.  Peeking past the blinds, we watched the three trouble makers race around in the rain with bare feet, bonnets, and miniature umbrellas.  By the time we made it outside with our cameras, the kids were climbing onto the trampoline with their umbrellas in tow.

When we packed up for home, Hugo was soaked and therefore stripped of his overalls and shirt as he entered the van.  I buckled his skivies clad frame into his car seat, covered him with a silk shawl and cranked the heat.  He begged for hot cocoa to warm his tummy and the music to be turned on.  No problem I told him.  Two minutes later he was passed out cold.  Oh, to be 4 once more... sigh.

p.s.  Notice the gold sticker on the back of Hugo's hand in the above photo?  He received it yesterday during Primary for his participation in reciting an Article of Faith.  He hasn't wanted to wash his hands since, in fear the sticker will come off!

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Earrings and Grandma Ruby

Can you spy what is different about our girls now?  Hint:  Look to the lower left of the pic...  We got the girls ears pierced!  Since I can remember, I've always liked earrings on babies.  Had the idea on the back burner if ever I had a little girl that I was going to do it.  Since the girls popped out, I've been waiting to get the "ok" from our doc and from our Papa Cesar.   The girls had the last of their shots earlier this month so the doc had no objections and Papa Cesar... well, he didn't mind at all.  I'm not sure he really cared either way.  Not like sooommmmmme Daddy's (Popeye) I know.

When I was of an elementary age, I really, really wanted my ears pierced.  On this girly issue my Dad put his foot down and said, "No way, Jose."  As in, "I won't let you back in the house" type no way.  My Dad really is a super great dad.  I loved him and still do.  Dad joked and played with us so much that when he said "No." I knew it was serious to him and I listened. 

Then came the summer that I turned 12.  My Grandmother Ruby's second husband George died, his funeral was on my birthday.  Ruby was real lonely so an airline ticket was purchased for me and off I flew to Phoenix.  I was in heaven with my Grandma all to myself.  I was introduced to all of Ruby's friends grandchildren, my very own playdates or they could have been referred to as hopeful love matches between friendly grandmothers.  I remember hanging out in a backyard pool with a girl my age and her older brother one afternoon.  I spent most of the time with the older brother who showed me his fish tank and told me all about the Lionel Richie concert he had just seen.  I thought he was awesome.  For a very long time, I thought he was awesome and that I might possibly be in love.

Living with my Grandmother that summer we shopped a lot.  She bought me my first Esprit outfit and lots of Tiger Beat magazines.  We saw Ghostbusters and Rhinestone at the movies.  I learned to play Skip-Bo and the dice game Ship, Captain, Crew, which we played for dimes I might add.  My very own dice and cup were sent home with me!  I rode around the neighborhood on Ruby's giant tricycle, trying to not tip since my body wanted to balance the thing.  We visited the Legion for late afternoon drinks and the occasional supper.  I watched my grandmother cut and perm her friends hair in her kitchen.  I suffered for the next two years the results of my own perm given to me by Grandma Ruby in that same kitchen.  This story and the photos are for another day.

We watched The Price is Right, The Young and The Restless and the 1984 Summer Olympics nearly every day.  This is where my story really begins.  You see, Grandma Ruby was my father's mother and he had sent me to spend the summer with her.  While watching the Olympics at my Grandmother's feet one day, she played with my hair as I leaned against her legs.  Ruby lifted my hair and noticed that I did not have my ears pierced.  

"Ali, why don't you have your ears pierced?"  

Ruby was all about girly glamour and she had a wonderful Tennessee twang to her speech.  Her hair was dyed champagne blonde and she always, always wore her foundation, eyeliner, rouge and lipstick, and Youthdew perfume from Estee Lauder.  I was the receiver of many of the Lauder free gifts.  Ruby was also famous for her pant suits in white, off white, cream or beige worn with colorful blouses, bead necklaces and heels.  Her high heels were always strapy or rhinestony or just generally flashy and backless.  My Grandma's pocketbook was generally medium sized.  Almost always light in color with lots of pockets inside.  It smelled of Juicy Fruit gum when you opened it up.  I miss that.

"Dad won't let me." I replied.

"That's a silly reason.  Would you like your ears pierced?" she asked.

I uttered the simple word "yes" and before I knew it, Ruby was on the phone with her beauty parlor and out the door we went.  The time between the moment of being rushed out the door to my ears being punched with brand new gold studs, has disappeared from my memory.  I do remember walking out of the beauty parlor with a big smile on my face as I gingerly touch my ear lobes.  I also remember sitting in the car, beginning to cry.  This surprised my Grandmother.  When she asked if my ears hurt I blurted out that Dad wouldn't let me come home now and cried even harder.  

Ruby drove us home and promptly phoned up my Father.  She told him that she had my ears pierced and that he had better not give me a hard time about it.  I distinctly remember her saying, "Wayne, don't think you're too big for me to come up there and spank your bottom!"  That made me smile imagining my girly Grandmother spanking my adult Father!  I forgot all about being scared and walked down the hall to clean my new gold studs and admire myself in the mirror.

When I returned home to my family the tradition of getting your ears pierced at the age of 12 was born.  And no one was allowed to spend the summer alone with Grandma Ruby for a very long, long time. 


Friday, April 23, 2010

Right Here, Right Now

Hugo - "Hey Mom.  Do you know why I like Firemen and Policemen?"

Momma - "Tell me."

Hugo - "No, guess."

Momma - "Because they drive cool cars?"

Hugo - "Nooooo!"

Momma - "Because they wear cool outfits?"

Hugo - "Nooooo!"

Momma - "I'm out of guesses, darlin' boy."

Hugo - "Because I like them."

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Dark Vader

Does this post need any words?

Little boy heaven.
Best friends.
Fun, fun, fun and more fun!
"Luke, huhhh..hooo... huhhh..hooo... "

Monday, April 19, 2010


Sunday, April 18, 2010

Our Sunday

Hugo and I made pancakes, bacon and fruit salad for breakfast.  His tummy rumbled and rumbled as he asked over and over when we would eat.

I said, "You wanna eat?  Set some plates on the table."

So he did.

Before we knew it, Hugo's tummy was rumbling again.

I said, "You wanna eat?  Set some forks on the table."

So he did.

Hugo also worked some table setting magic with the glasses, a plate of bacon and the syrup.  His help was awesome and gave me a glimpse into the future.  Sunday morning was surely off to a good start!

Returning home from church always feels like a frenzied race has begun.  Clothes need to be changed, a dog needs to go outside, the cat wants inside, the fire desires wood to burn bright and warm, diapers need to be checked, scriptures, diaper bags, infant carriers and Ole all need to be put away, babies need to be settled and comforted all while there are lots of bellies which hunger to be filled asap.  It's a race.  A mad dash to have tasty food in our bellies.

This afternoon Cesar was outside, I was in the kitchen and Master Hugo was on baby happiness patrol.  The living room was quiet.  Hmmmmm.  Upon investigation I found Marlo buried in blankets and baby toys.  I couldn't say that Hugo wasn't helping but, how many toys does the girl need!?

Here Cesar is doing his part of baby happiness patrol.  Marlo has been grumpy, have I mentioned this before?  The girls are slowly waking up to the fact that they have a twin.  I catch them looking at each other now and again.  Sometimes they hold hands.

I've got a funny Papa story...  Marlo was about to lose it during sacrament so I slipped out of the chapel to nurse her in the mother's room.  Upon my return to our pew, I found a sleeping Papa, a sleeping Sabine and a missing Hugo.  As we were sitting near the front of the room, I did my best at appearing as nonchalant about all this as I could.  I poked our sleeping Papa awake to ask him where our son might be.  He quickly shot a sleepy lizard eye over a shoulder and said, "Back there."  I peeked backward over my shoulder and was met with lots of smiling faces.  "Back where?" I inquired.  Papa reached his arm over the back of our pew to point to a child's back, "Right here."  "That isn't our kid!" I hissed.  Cesar's eyes shot open and did a double take over his shoulder.  "Well, he has a sweater just like that!"  Meanwhile, all the pews behind us had witnessed everything and had been waiting.  Marlo's crankiness, my leaving with her, Cesar falling asleep, Hugo's disappearance, my return-shock-quick search-and interrogation of the Papa, and finally, they all waited and chuckled at Cesar's loss of knowing the whereabouts of Hugo and got a bonus chuckle with his mistaken identity of the child in the pew behind us.  Hugo was happily three pews back with his friend Parker playing cars and airplanes.

Last but not least, out the kitchen window I spied Hugo having fun with the hose.  He told me he was watering my flowers and wanted to know how many marbles he could get by being such a good helper.