My funny looking children..

... Because it's fun to embarrass them (or it will be, when they get old enough to be embarrassed!)

Craw-Lin

Seeing Jack-Jack crawl was the best part of my birthday! And I finally caught in on video, after many attempts over the last couple of days involving Pasha's "help" or Jack just looking really pleased to have everyone staring at him and forgetting all about crawling. It's definitely a unique approach to the task!

Parsnip peekaboo

Look at the size of that parsnip! I fell like Бабка за Репку trying to get it out of the ground. It's the only one to grow from dozens I sowed, but hey... It really grew!

9 months old

That's right! Nine months old!

Location:River Rd,Eugene,United States

And I listened

"My penis said," Pasha began, and then his tone changed to indicate that he was now giving voice to his penis, "I've gotta go peee!  I've gotta go peee!"

I snickered, quietly enough. As amusing as these unabashed three-year-old moments are, I don't want to make "My penis said..." the phrase of choice by being overly exuberant in my response.

Pasha continued, "My penis said 'I've gotta go pee,' and I listened."

My penis said... And I listened.

I must confess that my laughter was full-bellied and prolonged.

Oh, well.

Ahem, food please!

Jack is full of new sounds, and a very distinct request for food.  In fact, it is no longer working to eat meals without him insisting upon some tastes. Quite frankly I was hoping to extend exclusive nursing indefinitely, so I'm a little disappointed.

Joseph cleverly stuck the squishy "bumbo" seat into his high chair so that Jack could sit securely and have access to a nice big tray with some tidy little bits of carrot and potato. Mostly he just slapped the cooked food into a mush all over his sleeves and the tray with the most maniacal look I've ever seen on him.  I'll post some footage sometime soon.

Pretty great

There's something impossible to describe about having both boys close by, breathing in their sleep. The two of them sleeping simultaneously sometimes feels nothing short of a miracle, but of course there's more to it than that. In the sound of their little breaths, rising and falling to their own offset rhythms lies the reassurance of life's continuation, and the reminder of its mystery. In that sound is the wonder of watching their own relationship slowly unfurl as the months pass.  I don't think Pasha has noticed consciously that Jack has sat up, reached out and engaged in our world in so many new ways, but he now stretches his fingers out to tickle Jack for no reason or grins when he hears him laughing; an innate  response.  Jack delights in Pasha as he always has, probably Pasha's voice is as close to him as his own skin.  So when I hear them breathing together I think that they will always have each other and their private bond that I can't really pierce, or drive, or know.  It's gratification itself.