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Braydon is away this week on a “work trip” (this is what the boys call it when either Braydon or I need to go away for work-related travel). He left Tuesday and he’ll be back on Friday. This morning both of the boys were looking for him when they each first woke up. I had to remind them that Braydon was away on a “work trip.” When Kyle woke up he seemed particularly disoriented/perturbed about the idea that Braydon was still not home. I said, “Remember, Kyle? Papi is away on a work trip. He’ll be home in two more sleeps.” After a few minutes of letting this sink in, Kyle said — quite matter-of-factly — “Yes! Papi is on a big work trip! My Papi is on a big work trip talkin’ to ‘da man!” I just couldn’t help it and I laughed out loud when he said it!!!
One week ago I posted about a little “dreadlock conversation” I had with Kyle (click here for that post). Today, almost exactly one week later I’m posting about a little “dreadlock conversation” I had with Owen this morning. One of the things that is interesting about parenting twins (well, at least one of the things that is interesting about parenting our twins) is how close they are so often in terms of their individual development. Within one week’s time both K & O have talked about their own dreadlocks (using the actual word dreadlocks) for the first time.
Background Info — Last week I got a pair of new Dansko clogs for spring. The clogs are blue. Today I’m wearing the clogs. This morning Owen woke up first (he usually does), and I was cuddling with him on the couch in the playroom while he drank his beloved warm milk. Owen chugs milk — always has. He chugs down the entire full 9 ounce sippy cup of milk in one fell swoop without ever taking his lips off the sippy cup spout. Then, as soon as he’s taken the last gulp, he hands it to you and says, “I want more warm milk please?!” Lately, he has slightly modified his request — When he’s done with his first sippy cup full, he says, “I want FIVE more warm milks please?! FIVE. Not one more. Five more pppllllleeaaasse?!” Anyway… I diverge… So, we’re sitting on the couch cuddling and he is about 2/3 of the way through his first sippy cup full of milk. Suddenly, in a totally uncharacteristic moment (he normally never stops drinking the milk until it is entirely gone), he pulls the sippy cup spout out of his mouth, leans forward, points to my shoes, and says~~~
Owen: Mommy, I love your shoes!
Heather: Thank you Owen!
O: Mommy, I love your new blue shoes! They are so pretty!
H: Oh, thank you Owen! That’s so nice! Thank you!
O: And I love your pants!
H: Thanks Owen!
O: You’re welcome.
H: Owen, I want to tell you something. I love your hair! It looks so good today.
O: Oh. Thank you.
H: I think your hair is beautiful.
O: [looking me right in the eye now] Yes, it is beautiful. My hair is beautiful.
H: Yes, it is!
O: Mommy, it is my dreadlocks. My dreadlocks are so beautiful.
H: Yes! Your dreadlocks! You have beautiful dreadlocks.
O: [pointing to his hair] Yes, I love these dreadlocks.
Then Owen picked up his milk, chugged the rest of it down, handed me the cup and said: “Mommy, more milk please? I want FIVE more warm milks please?! FIVE! Not one more. Five more pppllllleeaaasse?!”
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The family from the “Leave it to Avery” and “Burakaeyae” blogs have finally come home with their two beautiful kids from Ethiopia. They’ve posted a family video documenting their adoption journey. I cried watching it. Check it out if you’re interested — but grab a tissue first! (click here for the video)
Tonight we ate dinner at 6:30, like we usually do. Usually after dinner the boys play for awhile before it is time to go upstairs for bed around 8:00. This after-dinner-playtime seems to be one of Kyle’s absolute favorite parts of the day. Tonight, however he did something 100% unheard of. This has never, ever, ever before happened in our household — never ever. The boys had just finished their dinner and had just begun playing. They were blowing bubbles (one of their absolute favorite things to do) with their new Dora and Diego bubble buckets that the Easter Bunny brought (definitely their favorite of all the things The Bunny left in their baskets). At exactly 7:10 Kyle put down his bubble wand, walked over to me, crawled up into my lap, and said: “Mommy, it’s time to go upstairs and read books. It’s time for night night. I’m tired.” Braydon and I looked at each other in complete shock. Braydon was literally speechless. With wide gaping eyes I looked skeptically at my child. I said, “Kyle, you want to go to bed now?” He cuddled up close, shoved his thumb in his mouth, started sucking it vigorously, and said: “Yes, I’m ready for bed now. Let’s go upstairs.” I immediately took him up, Braydon followed a couple of minutes later with Owen — who did not protest this early – to – bed anomaly in the least, and both went down without even the tiniest hint of protest. Our boy asked to go to bed. This is a First. A big First. A big First to be noted.
We were away for the weekend for Easter — we’re home, we had a great Easter, and I’ll post photos sometime tomorrow. In the meantime I’ll leave you with these two quotes from Easter Sunday 2007:
Owen, this morning, 6:30am, in the bunk bed in Massachusetts, his grandparents and aunt and uncle and cousin and twin brother and mama and papi are all gathered ’round his bed trying to wake him up… (he hates to be woken up)… Kyle has stumbled in dragging his own easter basket and is desperate for his brother to wake and see what The Bunny has done. It is total confusion in the room. Poor Owen has no desire whatsoever to wake up. I lean down close to his ear and I say as calmly as possible amidst the mayhem, “Owen, baby, the Easter Bunny came!” He jolts upright, his whole body seriously flips off of the side of the bed, and as he’s literally leaping/stumbling/tripping toward the bedroom door in a totally dazed-and-confused half-asleep-but-body-in-motion-state he says loudly and abruptly: “WHERE?!?!!!!! WHERE?!?!!!!!WHERE IS HE?!?!???”
Kyle, this evening, 6:30pm, back at home in his chair at the dinner table, Owen is upstairs with Papi giving him a bath, Kyle’s happy-as-a-clam-to-be-home-sweet-home, he’s eating macaroni and cheese and green beans and quietly talking to me about his favorite part of Easter: Church. (no joke, believe me, I would not joke about this… he seriously told me at least three times tonight that his “favorite” part of the whole weekend was “church”) Kyle: “Mommy, I go’d to church. I go’d to a big church this morning.” Me: “Yes, we all went to church for Easter.” Kyle: “Mommy, what was that man playing up there?” (I know he’s talking about the organist playing the organ in the church balcony). Me: “You know! That man was playing the organ in the church.” Kyle: “Yes. The organ. And there were very many people singing.” Me: “Yes.” And then… truly, I’m not kidding… Kyle proceeded to quietly and sincerely sing, totally to the correct tune — “Christ the Lord is risen today, A-a-a-a-lle-lu-u-ia.”
Was it a Tie Dye project? Or was it an Easter Egg Decorating project? Or was it both???
The truth is that we did not intend to do tie dye. But what started as easter egg decorating resulted in two sets of finished craft products:
After going to see African drumming, I went and got the boys djembe drums. They love them.
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This weekend the boys will get to see their only cousin, Sadie, for Easter. There’s just nothing like cousins playing during family holidays. I’m grateful that for us it is true: No matter what — no matter distance, no matter difference — family is love. Happy Love Thursday, everyone!
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