It’s been crazy around here. The twins are teething–not the kind of teething where I can see an actual tooth, but the thing before where they act like nutty beavers, gnawing on things, drooling excessively, and sleeping horribly. Fun times!
This, plus Charlie having an entire week off for Mardi Gras, has left me with approximately three brain cells, and none of them are functioning very well. I was looking through my phone, though, and realized that all the pictures I take during a week practically do the talking for me. So this week, I’m letting my iPhone talk for me. These pictures are from last week–I think–close enough. I told you there are only a few functioning cells up there!
This is my new method for going shopping with the twins. I call it “double-decker babies.” It’s actually pretty funny because people will come over to look at the baby “on top,” and them whammo! I surprise them with a second baby. One lady actually jumped when she saw Louis down there.
Here’s a picture of Charlie waiting for the bus and listening to his iPad. He’s usually in his wheelchair, but this day the chair was already at school, so he rode in one of the bus’s car seats–how cool is that? The iPad has really improved the morning wait for the bus. Charlie and I are not the most patient people, so this keeps him entertained while we wait. I’m usually sitting next to him checking my email (or snapping his picture).
August has this new breathing thing that he does, where he emits a high-pitched sound when he breaths in. Only thing is–he only does it when he’s excited. I’ve taken him to the doctor once, and the emergency room once, and gotten essentially no explanation. They’ve done x-rays, nothing. They check his oxygenation, it’s 100%. He’s just got a weird, quirky, breathing thing that sends me and everyone else around into a complete panic when he does it. This kid is super-fun!
Awww. . . how sweet. Two brothers playing with the same toy. Not so much. Here, Charlie is showing Louie which buttons on this toy are the “good” ones, so maybe he’ll stopping pressing all the lame ones that Charlie doesn’t like.
Louie plays hard and he naps hard. Sometimes these two activities intersect.
This is Charlie, rocking the pincher grasp. That’s not just a special mommy inchstone, but an honest-to-goodness-printed-in-the-baby-books milestone. Can’t believe it.
Here’s Charlie waiting for the bus again–can you sense a theme here? It was the day that Kindergarten (Charlie is in Pre-K), has their parade. The kids were allowed to wear Mardi Gras shirts to school, but that proved to be almost impossible to find in his size. My MIL and I went to five different stores total before we came up with this–a woman’s size M shirt. It was one that’s meant to be tight and stretchy, so worked OK. Way too long, but we tucked it in. As you can see, Charlie thought it was just fine.
I was completely exhausted when I went to get Charlie off the bus at the end of the day, but I was absolutely re-energized when I saw him with his wheelchair covered in beads, flowers, and other goodies. It was positively uplifting–and I’m not sure I even knew what that word meant until this moment. I love that Charlie has a place in his school and that he’s a part of things in his own wacky, individual way.
That’s it! That, plus therapy, therapy, therapy, cooking dinner, teething twins, and gestating baby number four.