Happy Memorial Day, Friends.

Oh, how I love the 3-day weekend. I don’t feel fetid stench of Monday morning breathing down my neck so much (wasn’t that just a sentence worthy of Creative Writing 101). A little time to breathe, to sit down at the computer and click around on the Internet, and not feel so bad for it. I have discovered that I have developed an aversion to relaxing, which will come as quite a shock to anyone who has known me for any length of time. Prior to the twins, relaxing was something I excelled at. I was a champion relaxer. Colleges around the country would call and ask me to present seminars to their students on relaxing. But now, every time I try and do something that’s just fun, where I’m not actually accomplishing something, I feel antsy and anxious. Example: Justin had last Monday off because of the Nato summit downtown, so I took a half-day so we could do something. The plan was to do lunch and see a movie — only by the time we finished lunch, I already felt guilty for wasting an afternoon that could be spent knocking some chores off of our list. I suggested we go to Costco, and Justin pointed out that every time we managed to grab a few hours alone, we always ended up doing chores instead of something fun. So we went to see Dark Shadows. My review? We should have gone to Costco. It was okay, and of course Johnny Depp was good, but time is such a precious commodity that a movie has to really blow me out of my seat for me to think it was worth two hours of my now-precious time. We just had this conversation with friends: I can’t figure out what the hell I did with all of my free time before I had these children. I had SCADS of it, I was DRIPPING with free time. As my friend Erin said, “I could have written ten novels!”

We’re not doing much for the holiday. We had friends over last night, friends who have kids of their own, and our living room sounded (and looked) like a McDonald’s Playroom. Jack was reveling in the noise and activity — when the sound was most deafening, he started jumping up and down, flapping his arms, yelling as loud as he could in glee. Justin said it looked as if he was delightedly screaming “ANARCHY!” Emme was not so happy, and burst into tears several times for no apparent reason. I’m still not sure what was bothering her so much, as she’s usually the social butterfly. One of the children over last night is almost exactly their age, and he is an adorable little boy — he is talking quite a bit and says “please” upon demand, a skill we are trying very hard to instill into ours right now. The twins are still somewhat behind in the talking department, according to most of the milestone lists out there. Emme can say a few things — she can say “dinner,” “cheese,” “kitty,” “dog,” “dad,” and “okay,” with regularity. She CAN say “mama,” though we’ve only heard it twice and she steadfastly refuses to repeat it. Justin and I were repeating to Jack one morning “Say mama,” when I heard a tiny voice say “mama” and it wasn’t Jack. I looked down at her, on the changing table where I was putting a diaper on her, and said, “Emme? Did you just say mama?” and she repeated it without thinking. When Justin and I started jumping up and down and cheering the look on her face was exactly as if she was saying, “Oh, hell, I didn’t mean to do that,” and she clamped her mouth shut. We haven’t heard it since. Same with please — her willingness to say words is in direct proportion to how badly her parents want her to say them. I have a sneaking suspicion there is an entire library of words on the other side of her mouth, just waiting to tumble out. Jack, not so much. He can say “Dad” sometimes, but that’s the only word he’s given us so far. He babbles a lot, but no real words. He understands a lot, and as Justin says, he’s always about a month behind Emme on everything, so in June we can probably expect to start hearing a lot more vocabulary from him. I hope. Poor Jack. All of who have siblings are used to being compared to them in some fashion but Jack’s sibling comparisons are direct and immediate — imagine being compared to a sibling who was the exact same age as you. Especially if everything seemed to come easier to that sibling, from crawling to walking to talking. We are going to have to monitor that in ourselves very carefully.

They are both eating us out of house and home these days — although the babysitter can get them to eat a lot more food than we can, for whatever reason. I spent today shopping and stocking the refrigerator. I was so proud of myself for trying out this recipe for Avocado Macaroni and Cheese, found via The PaperMama. Only I got to the part where I was supposed to add the lime juice and couldn’t find the lime that I had purchased. With a sinking heart, I remembered letting Jack play with it while I put away the rest of the groceries. Justin and I turned the kitchen upside down and couldn’t find it anywhere. He did not take it out of the kitchen, so it must be in there somewhere, but for the life of me, I can’t imagine where. We will find it in six months, I’m sure. So I skipped the lime juice only to finish with the rest of the recipe and see at the very end the note about how the lime juice is there to keep the avocado from turning brown. Awesome. Nothing more appetizing than brown macaroni and cheese. It’s okay, because it turned out really, really bland. I can’t figure out what I did wrong, because how do you make macaroni and cheese taste anything but awesome? I mean, it’s cheese. And pasta. With the added bonus of avocado. But no, it’s pretty bad. Even Justin, who likes pretty much anything as long as it has a healthy coating of cheese over it, had to admit it wasn’t very tasty. I will not be adding this recipe to my roster of tried and true successes, which, to be honest, pretty much includes only the home style macaroni and cheese that  I’ve made for these poor babies about thirty times now.

That is it for holiday excitement for us. Tomorrow it’s supposed to be 97 — NINETY SEVEN DEGREES. I will direct you to the photo of the babies at the yard sale , where it was also very warm, for an explanation of why we will probably be indoors all day tomorrow. However, I will be thinking of all of the men and women who gave their lives in service to their country. Hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

(Linking up to The PaperMama Photo Challenge.)



Marsha - May 28, 2012 - 7:51 am

Beautiful photos of the kiddies! Hope you’re staying cool. I’ve been following you on my borrowed iPad while traveling in England and Amsterdam with Dina..I love the iPad. You should be able to enjoy a little more down time this summer…even if it’s not the same as before kids I’m sure you’ll adjust and enjoy it!

Lara Jo - May 29, 2012 - 7:25 pm

Marsha! You’re in Europe! How thrilling. Hope you are bringing back lots of photos. See, if you were on Facebook we could all be following along! You are my most faithful reader, checking in even when out of the country. Hope you and Dina are having a fabulous time! Talk to you soon!

dumb mom - May 29, 2012 - 6:12 am

I love that first shot! It just scream summer.

Lara Jo - May 29, 2012 - 7:24 pm

Well, thank you very much! The kids WERE screaming when they first dipped their toes into that cold water…

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