Catch-Up

Just going to jump in here. I hate going long stretches without writing. But enough about that.

So.

We took Ellie to her first play, “Beauty and the Beast” (a musical, but not the Disney version).

Leo, as you’ll recall, is a theater veteran. I’d say it was a success though the production was decidedly low budget and no where near as good as the show Leo and I saw (I swear the beast costume was a fox or a bear—there was absolutely nothing beast-like about him and Erin and I had a good chuckle over “Beauty and the Fox.”) Anyway the kids didn’t seem to mind.

Ellie had her first ballet class last weekend.

No, that blob is not my thumb, it's some dad. They close the door shortly after the lesson begins so that's the best I could do. Ellie is in the center in the black leotard and white tights, the poor dear is the only one without a ballet skirt (don't worry, we rectified that immediately after class).

She has been asking to take a dance class for some time and it's been hard to find one that doesn't conflict with Leo's swimming but I finally found one and felt victorious!

I’m not sure what was more exciting, the class, the new white ballet shoes (here she is getting her ballet shoe "fitting") or the little pink outfit (leotard/skirt combo) I let her pick out from the dance school’s “store.” She pirouetted through the house and took that outfit on and off about seventy five times between Saturday afternoon and Sunday night. And almost every morning since that class, the first words out of her mouth upon waking are "Do I get to go to ballet today?"

If there’s anything cuter than a three year old in a black leotard and white tights, I’m not sure what it is.

Erin had a birthday, I had a birthday and Leo celebrated by getting some kind of very unpleasant stomach virus. He even woke us up at 12:30 a.m. birthday morning to start the festivities. Poor guy. Of course, I had just commented to someone aloud how we’d remained reasonably unscathed this winter (while furiously knocking wood) and of course, wouldn’t you know it. When Leo is sick, his energy level plummets to the point where he is unrecognizable. He’s this eerily agreeable, compliant, passive little person.

Also, he lies on the couch, which is SO not Leo.

Thankfully, he seems to be on the mend, though the stomach thing morphed into a cold.

For my birthday (which fell on a Monday, really, shouldn’t there be a law against Monday birthdays?), Erin made me this which was A-MA-ZING. I threatened to put my face into the entire bowl and just call it a day but I restrained myself.

In Babies News, these two are trucking along and currently weigh an estimated 1 pound, 13 ounces each. That seems huge to me (I mean, at this stage in the game) but what do I know?

Not sure if you can make it out but the sonographer captioned this one "Two Heads Are Better Than One." Awwwww.


Only one baby was feeling particularly photogenic today. This is "Baby B." That's a leg, in front of the face.

A less exciting shot, but don't want anyone to feel left out, I present, "Baby A."


Yesterday when Leo was home sick he and I watched an episode of “Make Room for Multiples” which he was absolutely fascinated by. He’s getting very interested in the belly (which is admittedly, hard to ignore) and has been able to feel some actual kicks. I think he’s still scarred from seeing me suffer from morning sickness, because he’s still talking about the babies making me ill.

He kisses the belly several times a day and then me. Seriously? Leo has the biggest heart of any child I’ve ever known. His empathy and sensitivity is just boundless, it seems. The other night when he was sick and I lay down with him before bed, he pulled me into his chest, holding me, as if I was the one who needed a little extra comfort and care.