We are finally understanding the concept of "smiling" and how picture taking actually works. Getting both of them to look at me at the exact same moment is quite a challenge. But I did it! Dig our French sailor shirts...
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Game Time
The window seat is a new favorite hangout. This photo makes me feel like they are such big kids. Now only if they would use the potty...
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
hoods
Just look at how cute hoods are. I love hoods - always have. Even when they make me look like a bullet or a speedskater, I still think they are quite the cozy fashion statement. But, I never really knew how adorable they could be on children - I should have known! I'll probably get back to Burlington and put the girls in hooded jackets even when they don't need it just so I can revel in their little tadpole sweetness. On a different note, notice how exhausted Myles looks in this photo - and that was after some decent sleep (but after working 40 straight hours, does one ever really "catch up" and feel well-rested?) I hear he reconstructed a shoulder today - or did a shoulder replacement actually. Is that insane or what? People can have artificial shoulders. Yikes.
All I want to do in this weather is hole up and be boring... eat soup and drink tea or something lame like that. At the risk of becoming totally insane while house-bound, I made Myles go out for dinner and beers on Sunday night to see Lyllah and Ricky. We ate sliders. SLIDERS. YUMMMMMY! (Or as Ruby likes to say, "zummy".) I think I want to open an organic beef slider bar on Church Street. But not lame-o sliders, I mean like, really cute and weensy sliders on homemade buns with perfect amounts of cheese, yellow mustard, one pickle and a blob of ketchup. No choices. Just sliders. You see, if we had stayed home, I might have forgotten about how delicious bar food is.
Ummm... the pages and pages of annoying notebooks are still sitting in my old bedroom making me feel like R. Crumb's wack-o graphomaniac brother. Honestly, you have never seen anything so insane as my collection of academic notes. I should save them and use them as wrapping paper or make an installation (or decoupage the entire bathroom with them), but considering I have accrued them since 8th grade I think there are just too many. I would have to rent out a storage unit for them until I could put them to use.
Today my mom and I took Ruby and Eloise in to the North end of Boston to visit our friend Sarah, where we went out to a super zummy lunch at a trattoria (they ate broccoli rabe!) and then went to a cookie shop and an excellent salumeria and bought SALUMI for dinner. I skipped out on marzipan for the first time in my life... which was probably a wise choice considering how sedentary we have been in the rain... but at 10 pm I'm regretting that decision. Mmmmm. Sugary almond paste.
I think the rain is going to last for 5 more days or something. Someone just told me Middletown, CT is flooded. Time to hit the CNN.com for more depressing news.
All I want to do in this weather is hole up and be boring... eat soup and drink tea or something lame like that. At the risk of becoming totally insane while house-bound, I made Myles go out for dinner and beers on Sunday night to see Lyllah and Ricky. We ate sliders. SLIDERS. YUMMMMMY! (Or as Ruby likes to say, "zummy".) I think I want to open an organic beef slider bar on Church Street. But not lame-o sliders, I mean like, really cute and weensy sliders on homemade buns with perfect amounts of cheese, yellow mustard, one pickle and a blob of ketchup. No choices. Just sliders. You see, if we had stayed home, I might have forgotten about how delicious bar food is.
Ummm... the pages and pages of annoying notebooks are still sitting in my old bedroom making me feel like R. Crumb's wack-o graphomaniac brother. Honestly, you have never seen anything so insane as my collection of academic notes. I should save them and use them as wrapping paper or make an installation (or decoupage the entire bathroom with them), but considering I have accrued them since 8th grade I think there are just too many. I would have to rent out a storage unit for them until I could put them to use.
Today my mom and I took Ruby and Eloise in to the North end of Boston to visit our friend Sarah, where we went out to a super zummy lunch at a trattoria (they ate broccoli rabe!) and then went to a cookie shop and an excellent salumeria and bought SALUMI for dinner. I skipped out on marzipan for the first time in my life... which was probably a wise choice considering how sedentary we have been in the rain... but at 10 pm I'm regretting that decision. Mmmmm. Sugary almond paste.
I think the rain is going to last for 5 more days or something. Someone just told me Middletown, CT is flooded. Time to hit the CNN.com for more depressing news.
and back
down the driveway on a rainy rainy Sunday. Not much to do here in Milton, but at least Myles had 3 whole days off work.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Solid Waste
We saw this while heading back from Katie and Cameron's wedding this Saturday. Poop humor still makes me bust a gut laughing.
Love Letters
I can't decide whether being home has been good for my mental health or not. My mom finally got me motivated enough to go into my old room and start cleaning out the piles of crap from my past... but it's pretty unnerving to see such a collection of letters from old boyfriends, and my overly detailed journals from high school and early Wesleyan. Mollie Nelson was such a twit. (That's a nice way of putting it. I think the proper high school term would be "whore".) Actually, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have been friends with me if I were a classmate of mine. Perhaps this is why I feel so compelled to write here and now, because it's enlightening to be accountable for your emotions and past actions. I understand now how good I am at strategically forgetting the past in order to smooth out the future. Call it protection, call it normal, call it unhealthy - I'm not sure what it is. Blocking out various events in my life must come naturally to me.
What I'm trying to get at is that I'm shocked at who I used to be... and maybe slightly afraid that my old capricious self lurks somewhere around the corner. How much of our past still defines who we are? How much of your current definition of self is made up of carefully chosen, positive memories? What about all of the icky stuff? Is that good for us? I don't know, but the answer to these questions has completely preoccupied me.
To come to some conclusion on how to address my emotions, I have made the difficult choice to keep the love letters and the journals are now tucked away in a neat pile. (oh the passion! the energy! the longing! where has this all gone in the era of the email and blogs? I'm reminded of each person by the sweet subtleties in handwriting, cleverness in the margins, poorly chosen stationery.) Throwing these things out would just be another way for me to escape my history.
p.s. - love my disdain for technology and email? I AM AN OLD FART.
What I'm trying to get at is that I'm shocked at who I used to be... and maybe slightly afraid that my old capricious self lurks somewhere around the corner. How much of our past still defines who we are? How much of your current definition of self is made up of carefully chosen, positive memories? What about all of the icky stuff? Is that good for us? I don't know, but the answer to these questions has completely preoccupied me.
To come to some conclusion on how to address my emotions, I have made the difficult choice to keep the love letters and the journals are now tucked away in a neat pile. (oh the passion! the energy! the longing! where has this all gone in the era of the email and blogs? I'm reminded of each person by the sweet subtleties in handwriting, cleverness in the margins, poorly chosen stationery.) Throwing these things out would just be another way for me to escape my history.
p.s. - love my disdain for technology and email? I AM AN OLD FART.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Rhinovirus
So Eloise and Ruby ended up with colds after our busy busy weekend. Boy oh boy I can't wait to have a runny nose too! I almost forgot how intensely annoying it is to have sick kids... and in the grand scheme of things, they're not really that ill right now! Just wait until the boogers make their way into Ruby's lungs and we have to start up the fucking nebulizer... I'm so not looking forward to the winter. Speaking of annoying things, Myles started a new rotation in Orthopaedics at UMass Worcester and won't be spending the week with us. At least he has a place to stay that's closer to the hospital than we are - and really, this rotation lasts about 3 1/2 weeks so I think I can handle it. He says he'll be able to have weekends off mostly... but I know in doctor-speak that means he might have Saturdays free.
Ruby and Eloise just love being in this big house with my parents. When they wake up in the morning they get new diapers and then they both skibble over to my parents' door and knock knock knock... and then it's lots of bouncing around with Ammie and Boppy on their king size bed. Sometimes they watch a little Teletubbies and then my mom makes them delicioso scrambled eggs, or I cop out making hot breakfast and give them their new favorite "cerealmilk" (cereal WITH milk). If we don't have cerealmilk when Ruby wants it... then I get to hear her repeat it over and over and over - Rain Man style. (Time for Wapner... time for Wapner... Wapner, Wapner... yeah.) I'm beginning to wonder if my kids have problems with verbal diarrhea already. Literally, they're worse than I am. They're never quiet. A running commentary for every situation. I'm not quite sure how to handle it sometimes because I can't respond to everything they say. It exhausts me to no end because I have to acknowlege everything twice.
Have I forgotten to mention that Ru and El tried holding hands in the stroller yesterday? It was hysterical. They totally amused themselves.
At this very second my dad has been driving this absolutely gorgeous old Porsche up and down the driveway making the most obnoxious noise... and I'm convinced it's going to wake the girls. But that wouldn't be the first time my dad has accidentally woken them up... well, actually my sister's giant shoes or her dog might be more of an issue... or the fucking mailman (letter carrier!) who constantly SLAMS the door - BANG! - like clockwork right about a half hour before I'd like them to be awake. Living in suburbia presents a whole new list of challenges with kids, and I am more convinced than ever that I just love urban/town lifestyle. Which reminds me, I want to go shopping... mmmmm.... retail therapy.
Ruby and Eloise just love being in this big house with my parents. When they wake up in the morning they get new diapers and then they both skibble over to my parents' door and knock knock knock... and then it's lots of bouncing around with Ammie and Boppy on their king size bed. Sometimes they watch a little Teletubbies and then my mom makes them delicioso scrambled eggs, or I cop out making hot breakfast and give them their new favorite "cerealmilk" (cereal WITH milk). If we don't have cerealmilk when Ruby wants it... then I get to hear her repeat it over and over and over - Rain Man style. (Time for Wapner... time for Wapner... Wapner, Wapner... yeah.) I'm beginning to wonder if my kids have problems with verbal diarrhea already. Literally, they're worse than I am. They're never quiet. A running commentary for every situation. I'm not quite sure how to handle it sometimes because I can't respond to everything they say. It exhausts me to no end because I have to acknowlege everything twice.
Have I forgotten to mention that Ru and El tried holding hands in the stroller yesterday? It was hysterical. They totally amused themselves.
At this very second my dad has been driving this absolutely gorgeous old Porsche up and down the driveway making the most obnoxious noise... and I'm convinced it's going to wake the girls. But that wouldn't be the first time my dad has accidentally woken them up... well, actually my sister's giant shoes or her dog might be more of an issue... or the fucking mailman (letter carrier!) who constantly SLAMS the door - BANG! - like clockwork right about a half hour before I'd like them to be awake. Living in suburbia presents a whole new list of challenges with kids, and I am more convinced than ever that I just love urban/town lifestyle. Which reminds me, I want to go shopping... mmmmm.... retail therapy.
Monday, September 26, 2005
HUSBAND AND WIFE!
Could this be cuter? High school sweethearts Scott and Julia were married on a pristine September Saturday in Nantucket... we wish them so much love and joy for the future. (Look at the sky!)
The Groom
Oh Scott. I'm thrilled that I captured this look of yours. Remember when we suffered through that torturous class "Style in the Visual Arts"? And we got in trouble with the professor laughing about the correct way to spell "FUDGE-Y"...
SuperOrange Dresses
Scott and Julia's wedding was one of the best celebrations I have ever attended. This is no exaggeration - everything was just right. The weather, the people, the size, the food, the decorations, the music... perfect. It is most certainly more fun to attend a wedding than to plan or be in one. Ruby and Eloise had a blast running in the manicured lawn, imitating the big kids, attempting to play croquet and throwing a tennis ball around. They ate a bunch of the caramelized onion and gruyere cheese tartlets - and Myles took them home early so I could enjoy dinner and talk Wesleyan crap with my peeps.
You know, if I may be so honest, I have to admit that uploading the photos here takes me so fucking long that I have very very little intrest in actually writing any decent descriptions. There's too much good stuff - I've waited too long between entries here in blogville.
You know, if I may be so honest, I have to admit that uploading the photos here takes me so fucking long that I have very very little intrest in actually writing any decent descriptions. There's too much good stuff - I've waited too long between entries here in blogville.
not so thrilled
Big Sis Eloise doesn't really love the goggles, but she's very skilled with an alan wrench - seriously!
Ruby Loves Accessories
A recent visit to the Boston Children's Museum gave the girls a chance to show off their skills with tools... and Ru's recent obsession with "costume".
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
heh.
I've been missing from computer land for many reasons, one of which involves how much fun we have been having (see photo of Ru sneaking under the table for example...), the other reason being how much pain and emotional distress I have been suffering.
Sometimes I lie awake at night wondering what the fuck I'm doing living in my parents house, stressing over my husband's career indicision, obsessing over my girls, missing my friends... and regretting some major life choices. All I can really do is laugh about how my current situation reflects an "I told you so" that I told MYSELF. In many ways I really just wanted to be a mom, and a really really good one. But I do struggle with the issue that I never completely pursued the other things that I was good at, or that I liked before I had kids... so at this point I realize that I short changed myself. Everybody tells me that I will have time for my career once my kids are older - and I know that can be part of my vision for the future - but being a mom will always be my priority. And considering my incredible inability to finish a task.... Yikes. And what if Myles does land an Orthopaedics residency somewhere? And what if he doesn't? Perhaps now my dilemma becomes more clear.
Sometimes I lie awake at night wondering what the fuck I'm doing living in my parents house, stressing over my husband's career indicision, obsessing over my girls, missing my friends... and regretting some major life choices. All I can really do is laugh about how my current situation reflects an "I told you so" that I told MYSELF. In many ways I really just wanted to be a mom, and a really really good one. But I do struggle with the issue that I never completely pursued the other things that I was good at, or that I liked before I had kids... so at this point I realize that I short changed myself. Everybody tells me that I will have time for my career once my kids are older - and I know that can be part of my vision for the future - but being a mom will always be my priority. And considering my incredible inability to finish a task.... Yikes. And what if Myles does land an Orthopaedics residency somewhere? And what if he doesn't? Perhaps now my dilemma becomes more clear.
Go SpeedRacer Go
Boppy also is also known for his superior ability to drive a vintage race car. Last week we got to plop the girls in it so they could experiment with "driving" - which is their new favorite thing ever since I let them go in the fucking gargantuan plastic grocery carts at the market. I could write an entire blog on these unsanitary and amusing contraptions... kids are smitten with them and parents can barely wield them through the aisles. I wish I could record a little sound bite of me imitating the drone and squawk of the cart. For those of you who know me well enough I challenge you to draw up some favorite Mollie sound-effects into your mind.
Bops
Most nights here in Milton my dad graces us with his superior musical abilities right before bedtime. The girls like to say "Robert Gigi" when he's playing - which is a goofy reference to the entertaining middle-aged, cozy Jews who play kid songs in the Burlington Library. It kills me whenever they say it - because George Nelson is a musical legend... and to compare him to Northern Vermont's version of Raffi is blasphemy!
Bug World
I used to play with Bug World when I was a little kid, and honestly I don't remember having a finer memory. Here Eloise demonstrates how much she loves the "elevator" function of this genius toy.
What??
This was actually a funny evening if I remember it correctly... I was drinking a bunch of wine and the cousins were decorating the twins with flowers while pushing them around the yard in their crappy strollers. When I look at this I realize what different little people they have become in the course of 2 months. I don't think they are really babies anymore... and considering that they can convey thoughts and emotions and memories through words - I don't really dig the "toddler" term either. But until they are out of diapers, I guess they remain toddlers, right?
Pensive with Daisy...
Being at home gives me plenty of opportunity to find photos from this summer that my mom took on her digital camera. I think this one dates back to July.
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