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Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Daddy Moment #55
National Geographic Moment:
Have you ever watched those nature shows on television? You know the ones that make no excuses and show nature as it happens in the wild. Well, I only wish that I had my camera to film this National Geographic Moment.
My brother Mario and sister-in-law, Stasi, had come to visit us one day. I was talking to my brother in the living room as he was holding Jason. For future reference in this story, my brother will be playing the part of the Unsuspecting Prey (UP). Anyway, the unsuspecting prey was holding Jaws.... I mean Jason, to whom I will refer to as "the predator".
On this day, we happened upon the unsuspecting prey in his natural habitat, the couch of the Serengeti Plain. The predator had already moved into position and was lying in wait on the UP's lap. With stealth-like silence, the predator positioned himself to face outward and slowly grasped his prey's hand which was carelessly hanging in front of him.
At this point, the UP was distracted with conversation. This did not bode well for the unsuspecting prey.
In the wild, as is often the case with slow moving predators, the element of surprise plays a crucial role in survival. I found myself strangely fascinated as the unusually slow attack began unfolding before my very eyes. First, the predator simply leaned forward and bumped the fleshy part behind the lower thumb knuckle with his semi-open mouth, something that was reminiscent of a shark investigating it's prey in the water before a strike. Then, the predator, leading with his tongue, seem to almost taste his prey. All the while, the UP was totally unaware of his eminent fate. Finally, the predator rested his open mouth on the prey's hand.
To the untrained eye, this appeared harmless until...... I noticed the predator's pupils grow large as he slowly began to sink all eight of his razor sharp teeth down into that fleshy part of his prey's hand, his nose gradually scrunching and his cheeks raising and resulting in a fiendish smile.
Now, in nature, there is a certain startled look on the face of every animal that has fallen prey to a predator right before the moment of truth--the look of realization and shock that begins with raised eyebrows and an opening of the eyes so wide that you can see the white of the eye all around the color part.
That was the look. SURPRISE!
The look of shock on the prey's face was morbidly entertaining. Frozen in a slight panic, the prey finally let out a yell. This quickly alerted the predator's mommy and the prey's wife as to what had happened. Luckily this predator was just an infant or this could have been another of nature's tales of eat or be eaten.
The predator released his prey and was quickly swept up into his mommy's arms. Upon later examination, the bite was only a superficial wound with no puncture and the prey returned to the wild no worse for wear. (Insert Nat Geo music here, Pum, Pum, Pum, Puuum Pum.)
"We're gonna need a bigger boat."
Have you ever watched those nature shows on television? You know the ones that make no excuses and show nature as it happens in the wild. Well, I only wish that I had my camera to film this National Geographic Moment.
My brother Mario and sister-in-law, Stasi, had come to visit us one day. I was talking to my brother in the living room as he was holding Jason. For future reference in this story, my brother will be playing the part of the Unsuspecting Prey (UP). Anyway, the unsuspecting prey was holding Jaws.... I mean Jason, to whom I will refer to as "the predator".
On this day, we happened upon the unsuspecting prey in his natural habitat, the couch of the Serengeti Plain. The predator had already moved into position and was lying in wait on the UP's lap. With stealth-like silence, the predator positioned himself to face outward and slowly grasped his prey's hand which was carelessly hanging in front of him.
At this point, the UP was distracted with conversation. This did not bode well for the unsuspecting prey.
In the wild, as is often the case with slow moving predators, the element of surprise plays a crucial role in survival. I found myself strangely fascinated as the unusually slow attack began unfolding before my very eyes. First, the predator simply leaned forward and bumped the fleshy part behind the lower thumb knuckle with his semi-open mouth, something that was reminiscent of a shark investigating it's prey in the water before a strike. Then, the predator, leading with his tongue, seem to almost taste his prey. All the while, the UP was totally unaware of his eminent fate. Finally, the predator rested his open mouth on the prey's hand.
To the untrained eye, this appeared harmless until...... I noticed the predator's pupils grow large as he slowly began to sink all eight of his razor sharp teeth down into that fleshy part of his prey's hand, his nose gradually scrunching and his cheeks raising and resulting in a fiendish smile.
Now, in nature, there is a certain startled look on the face of every animal that has fallen prey to a predator right before the moment of truth--the look of realization and shock that begins with raised eyebrows and an opening of the eyes so wide that you can see the white of the eye all around the color part.
That was the look. SURPRISE!
The look of shock on the prey's face was morbidly entertaining. Frozen in a slight panic, the prey finally let out a yell. This quickly alerted the predator's mommy and the prey's wife as to what had happened. Luckily this predator was just an infant or this could have been another of nature's tales of eat or be eaten.
The predator released his prey and was quickly swept up into his mommy's arms. Upon later examination, the bite was only a superficial wound with no puncture and the prey returned to the wild no worse for wear. (Insert Nat Geo music here, Pum, Pum, Pum, Puuum Pum.)
"We're gonna need a bigger boat."
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
All For One...
Working on a montage, but here are a few birthday pictures...
Ok. I lied. Blogger is being a pain in the rear end and won't let me download. So, I'll briefly describe last night's birthday party--my boys like cake, but presents, not so much. I mean they really like cake. Picture Shawn moaning with pure pleasure for as long as he had the cake in front of him while Jason smeared icing all over himself. I guess I can understand that because they are, of course, my children, and it is sweet. :-) If you know anything about me, you know that I LOVE sweets.
I'll post the pictures when I get the chance.
We went to the ophthalmologist today. I fully expected to get glasses for Jason because he started to cross his eyes this month, a common preemie thing due to weak eye muscles. He's apparently mildly farsighted. (Can you be "mildly" farsighted anyway?) What I didn't expect was the doctor to ask if they were identical twins. Well, no, they are not (duh--can't you tell by looking at them?). He checked Shawn's eyes one more time before declaring that both boys will need exactly the same prescription. Both boys having the same weakness, while not being identical, is unusual from what I understand. Who knew?
So, glasses should be here in about two weeks.
The good news is that it is possible for them to out grow the need for glasses. Until then, they'll get to wear them all the time. Getting them used to glasses is going to be fun, I can already tell.
I'm not sure how I feel about the whole thing yet, but they did look cute.
This evening, we again discussed that we don't have to share everything. Seriously boys. We. Don't. Have. To. Do. Everything. The. Same.
I am not sure they listened.
P.S. I hope you don't mind the birthday music. It makes me feel all sentimental. I'm leaving it for the week, and then I'll take it down.
Ok. I lied. Blogger is being a pain in the rear end and won't let me download. So, I'll briefly describe last night's birthday party--my boys like cake, but presents, not so much. I mean they really like cake. Picture Shawn moaning with pure pleasure for as long as he had the cake in front of him while Jason smeared icing all over himself. I guess I can understand that because they are, of course, my children, and it is sweet. :-) If you know anything about me, you know that I LOVE sweets.
I'll post the pictures when I get the chance.
We went to the ophthalmologist today. I fully expected to get glasses for Jason because he started to cross his eyes this month, a common preemie thing due to weak eye muscles. He's apparently mildly farsighted. (Can you be "mildly" farsighted anyway?) What I didn't expect was the doctor to ask if they were identical twins. Well, no, they are not (duh--can't you tell by looking at them?). He checked Shawn's eyes one more time before declaring that both boys will need exactly the same prescription. Both boys having the same weakness, while not being identical, is unusual from what I understand. Who knew?
So, glasses should be here in about two weeks.
The good news is that it is possible for them to out grow the need for glasses. Until then, they'll get to wear them all the time. Getting them used to glasses is going to be fun, I can already tell.
I'm not sure how I feel about the whole thing yet, but they did look cute.
This evening, we again discussed that we don't have to share everything. Seriously boys. We. Don't. Have. To. Do. Everything. The. Same.
I am not sure they listened.
P.S. I hope you don't mind the birthday music. It makes me feel all sentimental. I'm leaving it for the week, and then I'll take it down.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Daddy Moments Part 4
Daddy Moment #37 - Coming to the sad realization that I am not hip any more.
I use to know all the latest music in almost any genre - you name it Punk, Country, Rap, Rock, R&B. I was a walking plethora of lyrics and music. Now, I couldn't tell you anything about the music on T.V. or the radio. Lately, I'm more likely to find myself singing the lyrics to "The Green Grass Grew All Around" or "The Wheels on the Bus" in my head... and quite contently, I must say.
I highly recommend finding fun music to play during any routine activity or perhaps stressful situation. You can liven up bath time or when feeding new Next Level foods that are thrown up regularly. It really helps.
I use to know all the latest music in almost any genre - you name it Punk, Country, Rap, Rock, R&B. I was a walking plethora of lyrics and music. Now, I couldn't tell you anything about the music on T.V. or the radio. Lately, I'm more likely to find myself singing the lyrics to "The Green Grass Grew All Around" or "The Wheels on the Bus" in my head... and quite contently, I must say.
I highly recommend finding fun music to play during any routine activity or perhaps stressful situation. You can liven up bath time or when feeding new Next Level foods that are thrown up regularly. It really helps.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
"It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown"
"The Great Pumpkin always picks the most sincere pumpkin patch to rise out of. He's just gotta pick this pumpkin patch. He's just gotta! Look around. You can see that there' not a sign of hypocrisy anywhere. Nothing but sincerity reaching out as far as the eye can see." Linus from It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown
Here we are...all ready to go see pumpkins!
Here we are...all ready to go see pumpkins!
Look who we found at the general store--daddy!
and mommy!
...under the ivy trellis
"Double double, toil and trouble..." William Shakespeare
... photo opportunity at the big pretty flowers (not a clue what kind)
...our my space shot (you know, the shot you take of yourself)
( Don't you love Shawn's hair in that last picture?)
Cutest little pumpkins in the patch. (no, seriously)
(the boys are the cute ones, not us) 
... well, Isaac is pretty darn cute, too
"I'd rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion." Henry David Thoreau
... Jason with some gourds
...he's happy enough here, but he wasn't later when the gourds attacked him
(but mommy and daddy thought it was hilarious!)
...mmm---corn
...Shawn changed his mind, it wasn't so great after allJason just thinks it's pretty interesting
...look here, mini Indian corn on sale
...get me outta here! This is not fun at all!
...here we are at the sunflower forest
...and at the haystack
...I do not like hay, mommy
...yea for rescuing me
...I don't like it either!
...daddy kept trying to show us a pumpkin, but we were so over that
...and of this
[to Sally as she walks away with everyone else] "Hey, aren't you going to stay to greet the Great Pumpkin? Huh? It won't be long now. If the Great Pumpkin comes, I'll still put in a good word for you! [realizes what he just said] Good grief! I said "if"! I meant, "when" he comes! [calmly] I'm doomed. One little slip like that could cause the Great Pumpkin to pass you by. Oh, Great Pumpkin, where are you?" --Linus from It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown
(doesn't Shawn seem like he's saying something like that?)
We had a great time!
Friday, October 17, 2008
Silent Saturday (Because I Can't Think of Anything Good To Write)
Pumpkin patch pictures and story tomorrow! We had a great time (except for when that lady thought Shawn was a girl...).
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Daddy Moments Part 3
Daddy Moment #36 Dancing in the kitchen with my family.
Stacie has some old cassette tapes from Disney that we listen to over and over again. The weird thing about the music of "This Old Man" or "Fly in the Butter Milk" is the danceability factor. Sometimes if we are each holding a baby in the kitchen, we practically have a good ole' fashioned Ho-Down. The boys love it and we get some exercise. Everybody wins.
Stacie has some old cassette tapes from Disney that we listen to over and over again. The weird thing about the music of "This Old Man" or "Fly in the Butter Milk" is the danceability factor. Sometimes if we are each holding a baby in the kitchen, we practically have a good ole' fashioned Ho-Down. The boys love it and we get some exercise. Everybody wins.
Friday, October 10, 2008
On This Day
On this day a year ago...
...I was exactly 26 weeks pregnant.
...I had been on complete bed rest for 6 weeks. And when I say complete, I really do mean complete--up only to go to the bathroom and shower for ten minutes every other day.
...I had stayed up late, unable to sleep. The babies were playing soccer, or whatever it was they did in there, every time I tried to close my eyes.
...I woke up at 9:00 am with the urge to go to the bathroom.
...I didn't make it the ten steps to the bathroom before my sweats were wet.
...I called Isaac at work, crying, because I knew something was wrong, and it was much too early for something like this to happen.
...I called my doctor to say that I had either lost control of my bladder or my water had broken. He told me to head to labor and delivery right then.
...I waited for Isaac to come home from work so we could make the scary ride to the hospital. I told myself over and over that it was too early, it was too early.
...I walked to the labor delivery ward, leaking the entire way. We weren't ever really sure where to go. We hadn't had the hospital tour yet.
...I listened to the OB and the perinatologist disagree about whether my membranes had ruptured. The OB thought yes; the perinatologist, who was mister doom and gloom for most of my pregnancy, thought no.
...I saw my two sweet little men on the ultrasound monitor, acting as if nothing was amiss.
...I had the test that did show traces of amniotic fluid.
...I learned that Jason's sac (baby A) had ruptured, probably up high, which meant a slow consistent leak.
...I had our first scary discussion with the neonatologists about what birth at 26 weeks would mean to my babies. It didn't look good for the boys.
...I was told that girls are often stronger than boys when it comes to premature births.
...I was told that each day I was able to stay pregnant would increase their chance of survival 5%.
...I was told that most people who had their membranes rupture prematurely usually delivered within a week.
...I had the first of the two steroid shots given to help the babies' lungs mature; we prayed that they would wait for at least the 24 hours needed for the steroids to have an effect before they were born.
...I had my first shot of terbutaline to stop the contractions that I didn't feel but were, according to the monitors, two minutes apart.
...I felt the side effects of that drug for the first time. Fortunately, or unfortunately, it would not be the last.
...I started what would end up being a month of mega doses of antibiotics to try and ward off infection and keep the babies as healthy as possible. (We managed to get sick, and two of us nearly died, anyway.)
...I spent my first night ever in a hospital attached to two monitors for the babies, a third monitor for contractions, a blood pressure cuff, an IV for fluids and antibiotics, and a heart rate monitor for me.
...I was the most frightened I had ever been in my life up to that point.
...we began the countdown to the boys' birth.
In 17 days the boys turn 1. Amazing.
...I was exactly 26 weeks pregnant.
...I had been on complete bed rest for 6 weeks. And when I say complete, I really do mean complete--up only to go to the bathroom and shower for ten minutes every other day.
...I had stayed up late, unable to sleep. The babies were playing soccer, or whatever it was they did in there, every time I tried to close my eyes.
...I woke up at 9:00 am with the urge to go to the bathroom.
...I didn't make it the ten steps to the bathroom before my sweats were wet.
...I called Isaac at work, crying, because I knew something was wrong, and it was much too early for something like this to happen.
...I called my doctor to say that I had either lost control of my bladder or my water had broken. He told me to head to labor and delivery right then.
...I waited for Isaac to come home from work so we could make the scary ride to the hospital. I told myself over and over that it was too early, it was too early.
...I walked to the labor delivery ward, leaking the entire way. We weren't ever really sure where to go. We hadn't had the hospital tour yet.
...I listened to the OB and the perinatologist disagree about whether my membranes had ruptured. The OB thought yes; the perinatologist, who was mister doom and gloom for most of my pregnancy, thought no.
...I saw my two sweet little men on the ultrasound monitor, acting as if nothing was amiss.
...I had the test that did show traces of amniotic fluid.
...I learned that Jason's sac (baby A) had ruptured, probably up high, which meant a slow consistent leak.
...I had our first scary discussion with the neonatologists about what birth at 26 weeks would mean to my babies. It didn't look good for the boys.
...I was told that girls are often stronger than boys when it comes to premature births.
...I was told that each day I was able to stay pregnant would increase their chance of survival 5%.
...I was told that most people who had their membranes rupture prematurely usually delivered within a week.
...I had the first of the two steroid shots given to help the babies' lungs mature; we prayed that they would wait for at least the 24 hours needed for the steroids to have an effect before they were born.
...I had my first shot of terbutaline to stop the contractions that I didn't feel but were, according to the monitors, two minutes apart.
...I felt the side effects of that drug for the first time. Fortunately, or unfortunately, it would not be the last.
...I started what would end up being a month of mega doses of antibiotics to try and ward off infection and keep the babies as healthy as possible. (We managed to get sick, and two of us nearly died, anyway.)
...I spent my first night ever in a hospital attached to two monitors for the babies, a third monitor for contractions, a blood pressure cuff, an IV for fluids and antibiotics, and a heart rate monitor for me.
...I was the most frightened I had ever been in my life up to that point.
...we began the countdown to the boys' birth.
In 17 days the boys turn 1. Amazing.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Call to Action
I recently received an email from the March of Dimes...
What does the petition say?
Petition for Preemies
We lived this, and I think it is important that we do whatever we can to prevent other families from living this, too.
I've signed the petition.
How about you?
In the United States today, 1 in 8 babies is born prematurely. More newborns die from premature birth than any other cause. But solutions are within our grasp. Together, we can find the causes of premature birth, ensure moms get health care during pregnancy, and create workplaces that support maternal and infant health.
Act now and let everyone know it’s time to do more to help moms have healthy, full-term babies. November is March of Dimes Prematurity Awareness Month. Sign the Petition for Preemies.
P. S. Want to make an even bigger difference? Please forward this message to family and friends. Tell them you signed the petition and ask them to join you!
What does the petition say?
Petition for Preemies
I realize that it isn't November yet, but this is a topic near and dear to my heart for many obvious reasons. It never hurts to start early when the cause is important. Our boys were strong enough to make it through those months in the NICU after their premature birth. We were lucky. Our boys survived. Many babies and families are not so lucky.1. We urge the federal government to increase support for prematurity-related research and data collection as recommended by the Institute of Medicine and the Surgeon General’s Conference on the Prevention of Preterm Birth, to:
(a) identify the causes of premature birth;
(b) test strategies for prevention;
(c) improve the care, treatment and outcomes of preterm infants;
(d) and better define and track the problem of premature birth.2. We urge federal and state policymakers to expand access to health coverage for women of childbearing age and to support smoking cessation programs as part of maternity care.
3. We call on hospitals and health care professionals to voluntarily assess c-sections and inductions that occur prior to 39 weeks gestation to ensure consistency with professional guidelines.
4. We call on businesses to create workplaces that support maternal and infant health.
We lived this, and I think it is important that we do whatever we can to prevent other families from living this, too.
I've signed the petition.
How about you?
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Daddy Moments Part 2
Daddy Moment #22
When it comes to babies, you can fully expect to have moments when your memory will play tricks on you. When you have more than one baby, it can leave you all together. For instance, I recall a few nights when my wife was attending a conference for work and I was flying solo. Baby feedings were regularly occurring in the wee hours of the night. At times, it seemed as if I were operating on auto-pilot and most of the time, in the dark. The routine was the same. Hear baby noises. Rise out of bed. Make a bottle. Feed baby. Burp baby. Change baby. Sanitize hands. Put baby in crib. Then do it all over again.
Well, one night, everything was going according to plan. While finishing with the first baby, I realized that I just used the last diaper. I simply walked to the garage and opened a new giant box of diapers. I brought some diapers back to the baby's room, set them down on the changing table and was ready for the next customer. But wait, they were both sound asleep. My mind struggled with the recollection of the last few minutes of my life. I know that I fed one of you, I thought to myself, but which one? Think man, think, I whispered to myself. Somehow, in my mind, all the nights had blurred together. Hmmmmm....what to do?
After a few moments of frustration, I did what any other exhausted man in my position might do. I tried to recreate what I thought happened in my mind. Oh! I know! I'll check the bottle. Each boy has their own bottle. "Here bottle bottle, where are you?" Where the heck did I put that thing? I searched all the usual areas. I searched in the kitchen, fridge, living room and for those of you smarty pants out there, the garage too, no bottle. "Your mind plays tricks on you. You play tricks back. It's like you're unraveling a giant cable knit sweater that someone keeps knitting and knitting and knitting and knitting!"
By this time, I began to seriously doubt that I was even awake. In the midst of a blank mind, I attempted to do the only thing left that I could think of at the time. I tried to think like my wife. What would Stacie do? Ahhh yes, of course, I like the way my wife thinks. It was genius in it's simplicity! I could hear her voice now. "Go back to bed. When the unfed baby gets hungry, he will let you know." Genius I say! (added by "the wife": I am a genius! He finally sees it!)
By the way, the unfed baby turned out to be Jason. And as for the bottle, somehow, some way, it ended up in the drawer where we keep the diapers. I found it when I was changing Jason.
When it comes to babies, you can fully expect to have moments when your memory will play tricks on you. When you have more than one baby, it can leave you all together. For instance, I recall a few nights when my wife was attending a conference for work and I was flying solo. Baby feedings were regularly occurring in the wee hours of the night. At times, it seemed as if I were operating on auto-pilot and most of the time, in the dark. The routine was the same. Hear baby noises. Rise out of bed. Make a bottle. Feed baby. Burp baby. Change baby. Sanitize hands. Put baby in crib. Then do it all over again.
Well, one night, everything was going according to plan. While finishing with the first baby, I realized that I just used the last diaper. I simply walked to the garage and opened a new giant box of diapers. I brought some diapers back to the baby's room, set them down on the changing table and was ready for the next customer. But wait, they were both sound asleep. My mind struggled with the recollection of the last few minutes of my life. I know that I fed one of you, I thought to myself, but which one? Think man, think, I whispered to myself. Somehow, in my mind, all the nights had blurred together. Hmmmmm....what to do?
After a few moments of frustration, I did what any other exhausted man in my position might do. I tried to recreate what I thought happened in my mind. Oh! I know! I'll check the bottle. Each boy has their own bottle. "Here bottle bottle, where are you?" Where the heck did I put that thing? I searched all the usual areas. I searched in the kitchen, fridge, living room and for those of you smarty pants out there, the garage too, no bottle. "Your mind plays tricks on you. You play tricks back. It's like you're unraveling a giant cable knit sweater that someone keeps knitting and knitting and knitting and knitting!"
By this time, I began to seriously doubt that I was even awake. In the midst of a blank mind, I attempted to do the only thing left that I could think of at the time. I tried to think like my wife. What would Stacie do? Ahhh yes, of course, I like the way my wife thinks. It was genius in it's simplicity! I could hear her voice now. "Go back to bed. When the unfed baby gets hungry, he will let you know." Genius I say! (added by "the wife": I am a genius! He finally sees it!)
By the way, the unfed baby turned out to be Jason. And as for the bottle, somehow, some way, it ended up in the drawer where we keep the diapers. I found it when I was changing Jason.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
By George!
I think he's got some!!!
Shawn is now the proud owner of two teeny, tiny points sticking out of his bottom gums! WoooWhooo!
Shawn is now the proud owner of two teeny, tiny points sticking out of his bottom gums! WoooWhooo!
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Jennifer's Wedding -- Our Trip In Pictures
A few weeks ago, we went on our first road trip to my niece's wonderful wedding. Congratulations, Jen and Brad. We are so happy for you guys.
The boys hogged the bed and wondered whether mommy and daddy liked the cribs, but they didn't dwell on that too long. They had things to do, people to see! Soon it was time to get ready for the big day.
Here they are in their fine duds.
Can't forget the happy couple shot (he had gotten himself together some by then)...
Love, love, love this one of Shawn and Isaac.
Finally, Jason took a little catnap with daddy.
He just wanted to gather some energy so he could start partying again.
And then it was over and time to return home.
Anyway, here is a brief description of our trip--in pictures.
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Ahhh...there is nothing like living it up in a hotel...
The boys hogged the bed and wondered whether mommy and daddy liked the cribs, but they didn't dwell on that too long. They had things to do, people to see! Soon it was time to get ready for the big day.
Here they are in their fine duds.
The ceremony was sweet. The bride and groom were so nervous! Beautiful, too!
Some snapshots afterward. My niece was gorgeous in her dress.
Can't forget the happy couple shot (he had gotten himself together some by then)...
It's reception time...
Jason and his new little grin. (see his nose all scrunched up?)
Love, love, love this one of Shawn and Isaac.
Finally, Jason took a little catnap with daddy.
He just wanted to gather some energy so he could start partying again.And then it was over and time to return home.
We saw a lot of this...
That was actually better than the lots of black nothingness we saw on the way to our destination.
We stopped periodically for this type of thing...
I love that there is room in the car for us to change a diaper when needed. Wonder how long I've got before they out grow the space?
I briefly thought of posting a picture of the trip's aftermath, but I am too embarrassed. All of the crap I packed for the trip had taken residence in the middle of the dining room floor (and good Lord, babies have a LOT of crap). I think I may have finally put it all away now. Sigh.
I have to say that the boys were excellent. I don't think they cried the entire time with the exception of about ten minutes before we got home.
But, we had a nifty little souvenir of the trip.
Wait for it...
wait for it...
cause you know I can't make up stuff this good...
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Shawn developed pink eye. Yep. Thanks whoever. We appreciated it. Thankfully, it's all done now.
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