This and That, Weekend Edition

Story of my life: One sleeps. One does not. Side note: Check out Lucy's expression. Do you think she's in love with her big sister?

Are you kidding me with these eyelashes? (Yes, yes, I just discovered Instagram. I know.)

I just love Harry's expression in this picture. Not to mention his chins. My, how life has changed, ay?

So, what's new?

-I want to say that Leo's speech is improving. Apropos of nothing he's suddenly taken to calling everyone "Doctor," i.e., "Doctor Lucy, Doctor Harry." Who knows. This afternoon, on another balmy winter afternoon he ran around the backyard saying he was Kung Fu Panda (at first I thought he was calling himself some kind of banana).

I have no good explanation for this picture. Except that Ellie is big on posing these days and we've gotten a lot of mileage out of those Angelina ears. (Embellished by an exquisite Korean tiara from my sister.)

Again with the posing.

Aaaaand bedtime posing. Speaking of bedtime, the great Leo and Ellie Roommate Experiment has come to an end. The two of them, I don't know. They've been getting on each other's nerves recently. It's a recipe for disaster: Ellie is so starved for attention from someone her own age. Leo gets home from school and he's worked hard all day and just wants to BE. Play Legos, draw, watch Nick Jr. Meanwhile Ellie is crashing into him and asking him to wrestle and trying to sit on his lap. "Ellie! Go Away! Leave me alone!" Yes, thank you private Speech Therapist, those phrases are clear as a bell.

-In any event, it wasn't the bickering that pushed us over the edge (what siblings don't get on each other's nerves?). No, it was the sleep, which you can imagine, is a sacred, valued thing in our lives these days. Leo was waking up in the middle of the night and coming into our bed and that was waking Ellie up and before we knew it, well, there were too many children in the bed and none of us was sleeping very well (oh, except Leo, who is quite possibly the most active sleeper I've ever met--he managed to kick me in the armpit several times one night). He never woke up, of course.

So, wish us luck with the new arrangement. We're trying to see how many permutations of bedrooms we can try. Eventually we'll get it right. (For the record, Leo is now in the downstairs bedroom that was originally supposed to be the nursery).

And finally, guess who can hold her own bottle? It's awesome. Now I can feed two babies and play Words With Friends. Win!