It's been over a year since we got back from India and over six months since our last posting. All is well (knock wood): the kids are great (woo hoo!) and Daddies survived the first year (true, with lots and lots and lots of help, but we still count it as a win).
There are so many things to report. The real question is where to start? In these situations, it's best to listen to Julie Andrews, "Let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start." And since a picture is worth a thousand words, we'll recap the last seven months with pictures. Plus, we have a party to go to -- for a three-year old -- and I'm a bit pressed for time.
(Aside: do you remember when "party" had a whole different meaning and it usually involved other 30-year olds -- not 3-year olds -- and it usually ended at 2:00 am rather than started at 2:00 pm? How times change, huh? On the other hand, if I had known about sippy cups then, it would have saved a number of embarrassing spills.)
Gold star kiss for a job well done. They continue to be good eaters and are in runway shape: both are 90% for height and 10% (her) and 20% (him) for weight. We continue to feed them like we're making pate, but it may be hard fattening them up when her favorite food is broccoli and his are carrots. Oh, well, good for them:
Marching in their first Pride Parade (sorry, kids, this is likely to be the first of many political events to which you will be subjected):
I still can't believe that our babies were ever this small:
"... and that's how a bill becomes a law."
Second parent adoptions are finalized (yeah!):
"So, a duck walks into a bar ..."
"J Lo's got nothing on me!" All we're missing is a bear skin rug and we're set:
Happy babies:
First shoes. She loved hers. He hated his. We're in trouble.
"No, no; don't bother. I can feed myself":
Since we began this part of the recap with KK, we'll end with Jenny saying, "I love my bouncy seat."
There are so many things to report. The real question is where to start? In these situations, it's best to listen to Julie Andrews, "Let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start." And since a picture is worth a thousand words, we'll recap the last seven months with pictures. Plus, we have a party to go to -- for a three-year old -- and I'm a bit pressed for time.
(Aside: do you remember when "party" had a whole different meaning and it usually involved other 30-year olds -- not 3-year olds -- and it usually ended at 2:00 am rather than started at 2:00 pm? How times change, huh? On the other hand, if I had known about sippy cups then, it would have saved a number of embarrassing spills.)
Gold star kiss for a job well done. They continue to be good eaters and are in runway shape: both are 90% for height and 10% (her) and 20% (him) for weight. We continue to feed them like we're making pate, but it may be hard fattening them up when her favorite food is broccoli and his are carrots. Oh, well, good for them:
Marching in their first Pride Parade (sorry, kids, this is likely to be the first of many political events to which you will be subjected):
I still can't believe that our babies were ever this small:
"... and that's how a bill becomes a law."
Second parent adoptions are finalized (yeah!):
"So, a duck walks into a bar ..."
"J Lo's got nothing on me!" All we're missing is a bear skin rug and we're set:
Happy babies:
First shoes. She loved hers. He hated his. We're in trouble.
"No, no; don't bother. I can feed myself":
Since we began this part of the recap with KK, we'll end with Jenny saying, "I love my bouncy seat."
Awww. Your kids are adorable. Love their sweet smiles. Don't be such a stranger. Take care.
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