Let's debunk a few myths, shall we?
One is not the lonliest number. In our house, one is the equivalent of 12 months, 365 days with Carli and Joseph. One is the equivalent of approximately 300 gallons of formula, 60 gallons of milk, and somewhere in the vicinity of 50 000 diapers (holy eco-terrorism, Batman).
One equals 400 advils for mom, 4000 liters of coffee for dad, and 8000 viewings of various baby einstein episodes. 700 hours of trying to get songs out of our heads, 100 trips to babies r us, and 500 utterances that sound something like, "Sorry we haven't called /emailed you back..."
One also equates to the infinite amount of amazement that deepens daily.
One is not the lonliest number. In our house, one is the equivalent of 12 months, 365 days with Carli and Joseph. One is the equivalent of approximately 300 gallons of formula, 60 gallons of milk, and somewhere in the vicinity of 50 000 diapers (holy eco-terrorism, Batman).
One equals 400 advils for mom, 4000 liters of coffee for dad, and 8000 viewings of various baby einstein episodes. 700 hours of trying to get songs out of our heads, 100 trips to babies r us, and 500 utterances that sound something like, "Sorry we haven't called /emailed you back..."
One also equates to the infinite amount of amazement that deepens daily.
And one equals 4 Aboudis at 425 Brookside.
Therefore, one does not signify anything in solitude, but multitudinal numbers that equal the whole. Yay for one!
Next myth to go on the slaughtering block:
Next myth to go on the slaughtering block:
Not all forms of weight loss are appreciated. We have been (apparently) wonderful hosts to the stomach flu... which we are still trying to control. Thankfully, while we're doing better than we were last week at this time, we are still running into C&J's bedroom every hour after bedtime just to make sure that no surprises await. In the spirit of sharing, mom and dad got a dose as well. We sure weren't expecting this to be our new dietary regime. Nor were we planning to ring in their first year with rice milk and the BRAT diet. (Anyone in need of a cupcake fix is invited to raid our freezer! We're still afraid to eat them.)
Yet despite the aforementioned glitch, the onset of molars (a wonderful catalyst to already irritated bowels...) and very little parental energy, the kids were nothing short of their usual amazing selves. Cranky at times, but they didn't waver in their ability to make us smile like morons:
Yet despite the aforementioned glitch, the onset of molars (a wonderful catalyst to already irritated bowels...) and very little parental energy, the kids were nothing short of their usual amazing selves. Cranky at times, but they didn't waver in their ability to make us smile like morons:
Carli is recognizing faces, and loves to kiss photos (and real people too). Uncle Jordan's photos and Uncle Larry's magazine ads are two of her faves. She is also practicing tones and syllables- and while very few decipherable words are spoken, she has mastered the art of gobbledygook so well that even strangers have to agree when she says "doig doig degok degok degok".
Joseph, our mellow yet steadfast studmuffin is one heck of a multitasker. While Carli's approach to crawling was textbook and formulaic, Joseph realized that the sum of his body parts equal one very competent machine. He is still quite the yoga tot and uses streches and movements to accomplish most moving tasks. While we cannot quite describe how he gets from one end of the playroom to the other, suffice to say that he does it before you can say "If you're happy and you know it clap your hands".
Now if you'll excuse us, we are happy and we know it and now it's time to stomp our feet.
Till next time!
