Saturday, January 26, 2008

Boyos

hey!

Littlest dude is just under a month and 11.5 pounds. The way he's gaining the poundage, he'll be asking to borrow my clothes in a couple of weeks.

This morning I woke up, as I have many recent mornings, to the sound of Henry calling to me over the baby monitor. I went into his room, picked him up, along with his favorite blanket and his stuffed animals, and brought him back into our bed to snooze off the rest of the morning. It used to be only one stuffed animal, a nice little Elmo doll that, God bless it, doesn't sing or dance or say a single solitary thing. Sidenote: It's shocking how hard it is to find a quiet Elmo, they all seem to have shit to say. As I was saying, Elmo now has a friend, a bear, who is also as silent as a made man under interrogation. Who knows how many of Henry's stuffed little friends I'll have to carry with me in another month. This is developing into something of a ritual, one which I won't complain about too much since it typically affords about another hour in the sack.

shoulder conk
The Ash drove me to work this morning so that she could have the car for the day. Something about going places, doing things, running things over, or some such. It is astounding how long it takes to get two little people ready to go anywhere, even if one of them is immobile. I can only imagine what it will be like when they can both run off and hide.

After work, the whole family arrived to rescue me. Driving along, Ash was telling me about her day, and she mentioned something about "the boys." I laughed and pointed out how our life was now such that we would be referring to "the boys" regularly in sentences. The boys this, the boys that, the boys, the boys, the boys. Little things are awesome sometimes.

mom and the boys

We stopped by the store on the way home to pick up some stuff for dinner, Ash and Simon waited in the car while Henry and I went inside. We've been trying to do little things like that to reenforce Henry's big bro status and remind him of all the cool stuff he can do that the baby can't just yet. I'm getting the feeling that Henry's looking forward to the day that Simon gets his legs under him.

On the way home from the store, we passed by some kid who was running around with a toy lightsaber, which inspired the following bit of "Return of the Jedi" chit-chat.

HOLMES: Hey, that kid's practicing to be a Jedi.

HENRY: Jedi!

HOLMES (ala Jabba the Hutt): Ho ho ho. Jedi.

HENRY: Ho ho ho.

HOLMES (ala Bib Fortuna): Ay-wonna-wonga.

HENRY: Wonga-wonga!

HOLMES: Jabba-no-bodda.

HENRY: No BODDA!

Strong in the force is this one.

Boys

6 comments:

Life As I Know It said...

Just wait...pretty soon you'll be having Friday family movie night and have to suffer through another showing of Return of the Jedi. Oh wait, that's my life...

Cute boys!

Rattling The Kettle said...

4 weeks and 11 pounds? How are you holding him with one arm like that? Must be a jedi thing...

Whit said...

The boys are awesome.

Dude, you will never be on time anywhere ever again. No matter how hard we try to leave early we are always on 'boy time' which is about 15 minutes tardy.

sybil law said...

Cute as buttons, they are.
Seriously.
I love the pictures!!
I am so happy for you guys. It's awesome.
:)
Oh and the non noise making toys are the BEST. Every year Gilda wants toys that DO stuff and make noise, but those are quickly forgotten and she's always back to the cheap, regular silent toys.
LONG LIVE SILENT TOYS!

CamiKaos said...

oooooooooooooooh so cute...

radioactive girl said...

Your family is so beautiful!