The boys are most fascinated with their socks, because they haven't seen them in many months -- possibly before they had a real word for "socks" -- and so they keep touching them and pulling on them and saying, "doc," "doc," over and over. They also want them off as soon as they get home and get their little shoes off. I think they are just not used to having their feet quite so warm.
I do have to say, as cute as my sweeties are in their swim trunks, I love, love, love how adorable they look in sweaters. Case in point:
I could NOT get them to stand in the same frame at the same time, so you can barely see Cary in his cute little V-neck, but take it from me, it was cute, cute, cute! And Dean in this striped number just makes me all melty. So handsome! He looks like a little BOY!(Ummm, this is a horrible photo of me. Please ignore the scrinchy-face woman in the middle of the adorable boys. Thanks.)
This photo was taken (after many failed attempts to take their picture) at a birthday party we went to for a friend whose son turned 1 during Hurricane Irene. The party was inexplicably from 5 to 8 p.m. and we were concerned that having them out at that time of night would be disastrous. But the boys did great! They loved walking around, moving furniture and playing with the kids in the room. Even Dean!! He was totally cute playing peek-a-boo with a girl about 8 or 9, even though she was nowhere near us! Shocking!
Cary was the star of the show, of course, going around "talking" a mile a minute and being all up in the beeswax.
We left after 7 (yikes!) And there were no tears!
By the time we got home and got them undressed and ready for bed, there was some whiny protesting, just because they were overtired. But it was manageable and not nails-on-a-chalkboard nerve-wracking as it can be when they really get going.
Then, Sunday, I hosted bookclub at my house, complete with cooking four quiches! (Check me out!) Lester took the boys to D.C. to see his aunt so I could have a kid-free house with my lovely bookclub ladies.
And guess what? No craziness! They drove to D.C., hung out with his family, came back in one piece, and Lester said there were no meltdowns! Cary whined a bit in the car on the way home, but we expect that. And we played some when they came home, then fed them dinner, and got them bathed and in bed on time. All the while -- they were totally pleasant! YES!
Dear God of All Things Pleasant Baby Related,
I could use more of these kind of weekends.
Thanks,
Tanika
(And as Cary would say, after someone sneezes, "Amen!")
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