My wife commented today that our 5 week old son smells like the inside of a very ripe plaster cast that has been on a broken limb for about 2 months.
Maybe he needs a bath.
6/28/2006
Strep attacks Lolo
Lolo woke up this morning at 6:00 am with a 103 degree fever. She was supposed to go to her summer preschool program today but the fever nixed that and she went to stay with the mother-in-law. The fever continued so the wife took Lolo to the doctor while the mother-in-law stayed with the twins.
Diagnosis: Streptococcus pyogenes, or group A beta-hemolytic streptococcus also known as strep throat.
So now Lolo stays with the in-laws because she is very contagious and it would be a very bad thing for the twins to get strep throat.
Work is still there.
When I kiss Lolo goodbye in the mornings she usually asks "Daddy, you going to make some money?" I try but it seems to disappear faster than I make it for some reason.
Diagnosis: Streptococcus pyogenes, or group A beta-hemolytic streptococcus also known as strep throat.
So now Lolo stays with the in-laws because she is very contagious and it would be a very bad thing for the twins to get strep throat.
Work is still there.
When I kiss Lolo goodbye in the mornings she usually asks "Daddy, you going to make some money?" I try but it seems to disappear faster than I make it for some reason.
6/25/2006
The reason I have difficulty saying no
Today was the first time our entire fambly of five made it out of the house all together. We might as well have choreographed the opening ceremonies of the Olympics.
6/23/2006
No REM for me.
Twins aren't sleeping very well. Parents are at hallucinatory threshold from sleep deprivation. We will will this battle.
6/22/2006
My daughter is a goose
My daughter morphs into a goose when breastfeeding. If you don't believe me check it out.
Honking Milk Sucker
Honking Milk Sucker
6/21/2006
Awake enough to type
I am not sure if I am awake enough to type or not. The twins are not sleeping very well this week and the attention required between them and Lolo is pretty damn challenging. We have enrolled Lolo in a school for 3 days a week that lasts from 9:00 am to 1:00 pm so the wife gets somewhat of a break during those hours. I don't see how she does it. We need to praise the women in our lives! Raising children with the husband working full time is not a cakewalk.
Atticus projectile shat the other day. I heard all this commotion and I ran into the nursery to find the wife standing there holding his feet up in the air with a slosh of green sludge that stretched from the source to the changing table, across the wipes, the diaper trash and onto the opposite wall. I had no idea that such a little colon could hold such destructive force. It was quite entertaining.
Since Lolo has been spending a lot of time with the in-laws (Mimi and PawPaw) she is starting to pick up their dialect. My inlaws are the best people in the world and I love them dearly. The way they talk has absolutely nothing to do with their integrity or education. However, their dialect of English kind of has me puzzled.
Syllables multiply like rabbits in their speech. For example, most of us go to sleep in a bed. They pronounce the sleeping place as "bayud". The talking horse is not Ed but "Ayud". The green stuff that grows on the ground in the shade is not moss but "maws". If you get kicked in the shin your leg is not sore it is "sower". The fibrous material that grows on top of your "hayud" is "hayer". So you get the picture. I could go on and on.
Well now my daughter has picked up this speech and it really shouldn't bother me, but I would prefer it if my daughter would speak more in my dialect (a little less country). I consistently give my wife hell about it since she slips into that dialect very easily (especially when she is with her parents). The bottom line... one should not judge others by the color of their skin, sex, religion, sexual orientation, and most certainly not the way they talk. However judging others by political affiliation is allowed but that is another post.
My conversation with Lolo today on the drive home:
Lolo: Where is the sun?
Me: Behind the clouds
Lolo: Where is the sun?
Me: Behind the clouds
Lolo: Where is the sun?
Me: Behind the clouds
Lolo: Ohhhhhhh............ pauses.... Daddy.
Me: Yes dear
Lolo: Where is the sun?
Me: Behind the clouds.
Lolo: Where is the moon?
Me: Behind the clouds.
Lolo: Where are the stars?
Me: Behind the clouds.
Lolo: Where is the sun?
Me: Behind the clouds
Lolo: Here daddy (holding out her thumb and index finger pressed together) you want my boogie?
Me: No, mommy wants your boogie. Give it to her when we get home.
Atticus projectile shat the other day. I heard all this commotion and I ran into the nursery to find the wife standing there holding his feet up in the air with a slosh of green sludge that stretched from the source to the changing table, across the wipes, the diaper trash and onto the opposite wall. I had no idea that such a little colon could hold such destructive force. It was quite entertaining.
Since Lolo has been spending a lot of time with the in-laws (Mimi and PawPaw) she is starting to pick up their dialect. My inlaws are the best people in the world and I love them dearly. The way they talk has absolutely nothing to do with their integrity or education. However, their dialect of English kind of has me puzzled.
Syllables multiply like rabbits in their speech. For example, most of us go to sleep in a bed. They pronounce the sleeping place as "bayud". The talking horse is not Ed but "Ayud". The green stuff that grows on the ground in the shade is not moss but "maws". If you get kicked in the shin your leg is not sore it is "sower". The fibrous material that grows on top of your "hayud" is "hayer". So you get the picture. I could go on and on.
Well now my daughter has picked up this speech and it really shouldn't bother me, but I would prefer it if my daughter would speak more in my dialect (a little less country). I consistently give my wife hell about it since she slips into that dialect very easily (especially when she is with her parents). The bottom line... one should not judge others by the color of their skin, sex, religion, sexual orientation, and most certainly not the way they talk. However judging others by political affiliation is allowed but that is another post.
My conversation with Lolo today on the drive home:
Lolo: Where is the sun?
Me: Behind the clouds
Lolo: Where is the sun?
Me: Behind the clouds
Lolo: Where is the sun?
Me: Behind the clouds
Lolo: Ohhhhhhh............ pauses.... Daddy.
Me: Yes dear
Lolo: Where is the sun?
Me: Behind the clouds.
Lolo: Where is the moon?
Me: Behind the clouds.
Lolo: Where are the stars?
Me: Behind the clouds.
Lolo: Where is the sun?
Me: Behind the clouds
Lolo: Here daddy (holding out her thumb and index finger pressed together) you want my boogie?
Me: No, mommy wants your boogie. Give it to her when we get home.
6/10/2006
Twin Update
Adrienne (left) and Atticus (right) are doing well. The wife now has them on the same feeding schedule- one on each boob simultaneously. They eat, burp, poop and then sleep. Repeat every two to three hours. The wife acutally did not wake me up at all the past two nights. Since they are breastfed babies about all I can do is change them and lend moral support. She was very kind to let me sleep, but she certainly isn't getting enough sleep.
Lolo (the 2.5 yr old) absolutely loves "her" babies. She wants to hold them all the time and kiss them- especially after she has been playing in her poopie.
So it looks like the three aren't going to fit so well in the Volvo stationwagon so I am car shopping. Also I am trying to get unburied from work. As if!!!
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