Our T.O. trip went smoothly yesterday. Molly is now definitely in her last casts as her ankles are loosening up nicely and the physio is completely happy. So much so that we don't need to return to Sick Kids in two weeks - we can just remove the casts and put on the boots and bar ourselves. We also saw the Occupational Therapist, who was happy with the progress in her hands. She still keeps her left thumb tucked into her palm, but she freely moves all the rest of her fingers.
Kate went to her first yoga class in when we got home, and the kids slept well while she was out. So we had well-rested kids and a relaxed momma. Quiet day today, although we did manage to get caught in a deluge during our morning walk.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Three Months Old
The kids are 3 months old today. So, I'll try to summarize who I think they are, although I don't think I'm much more certain than I was at 2 months.
Jacob (aka Slim, aka The Jacobian One) is long and lean. All his fat is concentrated in his jowls, although he has some pleasing folds in his thighs. Weigh-in tomorrow in T.O. but he's around 11 1/2 pounds, growing like a weed. He could eat all day, although he puts on a performance, with choking and needing to be burped. He's the drama queen of the two. What he likes most in the world is being "sack of potato'd" by his momma (or distant second choice, me), snuffling into her neck, going completely limp. He has great frown lines on his forehead and he always looks like the worries of the world are squarely on his shoulders. He's very chatty even though his vocabulary is thus far limited to "Agooo". Some people think he's looking more like me, but I can't see it yet. The only resemblance I've seen is to my dad, and it's always disconcerting. I'm burping him and he looks up at me with a critical, disappointed look that I haven't seen since..., well we don't need to go into why or when my dad gave me the disappointed look, but it's been awhile.
Molly (aka The Mollinator, aka Molly Molly Ding Dong) is a more compact build, approaching 10 1/2 pounds. Half the time she looks like a delicate flower (her grandma says like a pansy) and the other half she looks like Brian Urlacher. She looks spectacular in blue and a little off in pink, and I'm sure that's not just my politics speaking. She's sweet and feisty and hilarious (can you have a wry sense of humour at this age?). She beams at you when she's well-fed, and most of the rest of the time too. And then if she is displeased on occasion, then she displays her rage. She doesn't give off sad or mournful cries like her brother; she screams in anger or not at all. She has proven that she, too, can say "Agoo", but why would she say it over and over like Jacob. She prefers these funny little happy shrieks, which if they were more predictable, I would post on video. She is also unfazeable (if that's not a word, then it should be), whether by the feet business at Sick Kids, or anything else. I gave her a bottle of formula this weekend as Kate was delayed at the hospital, and she took it without a blink. She's definitely a trooper.
Jacob (aka Slim, aka The Jacobian One) is long and lean. All his fat is concentrated in his jowls, although he has some pleasing folds in his thighs. Weigh-in tomorrow in T.O. but he's around 11 1/2 pounds, growing like a weed. He could eat all day, although he puts on a performance, with choking and needing to be burped. He's the drama queen of the two. What he likes most in the world is being "sack of potato'd" by his momma (or distant second choice, me), snuffling into her neck, going completely limp. He has great frown lines on his forehead and he always looks like the worries of the world are squarely on his shoulders. He's very chatty even though his vocabulary is thus far limited to "Agooo". Some people think he's looking more like me, but I can't see it yet. The only resemblance I've seen is to my dad, and it's always disconcerting. I'm burping him and he looks up at me with a critical, disappointed look that I haven't seen since..., well we don't need to go into why or when my dad gave me the disappointed look, but it's been awhile.
Molly (aka The Mollinator, aka Molly Molly Ding Dong) is a more compact build, approaching 10 1/2 pounds. Half the time she looks like a delicate flower (her grandma says like a pansy) and the other half she looks like Brian Urlacher. She looks spectacular in blue and a little off in pink, and I'm sure that's not just my politics speaking. She's sweet and feisty and hilarious (can you have a wry sense of humour at this age?). She beams at you when she's well-fed, and most of the rest of the time too. And then if she is displeased on occasion, then she displays her rage. She doesn't give off sad or mournful cries like her brother; she screams in anger or not at all. She has proven that she, too, can say "Agoo", but why would she say it over and over like Jacob. She prefers these funny little happy shrieks, which if they were more predictable, I would post on video. She is also unfazeable (if that's not a word, then it should be), whether by the feet business at Sick Kids, or anything else. I gave her a bottle of formula this weekend as Kate was delayed at the hospital, and she took it without a blink. She's definitely a trooper.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Three's Company
I'm home alone with the kids as Kate is in the middle of her first 24-hour call shift since the twins arrived. So far, so good. Kate's been home for a few meals and breaks and no disasters have befallen us in between. We'll see what the night holds, but generally the evenings are the worst part of the day. They've been sleeping 5-6 hours at night on a pretty consistent basis.
We went to T.O. on Thursday for Molly's feet. We were hoping she'd be out of the casts, but her ankles were still pretty stiff so they decided to keep her in casts for a few more weeks. On the bright side, the arch that they had been concerned about had loosened up nicely. And the time in these casts counts towards the time she would have spent in the boots and bars, so the overall schedule remains the same. And everyone continues to be confident that the end results will be excellent.
We went to T.O. on Thursday for Molly's feet. We were hoping she'd be out of the casts, but her ankles were still pretty stiff so they decided to keep her in casts for a few more weeks. On the bright side, the arch that they had been concerned about had loosened up nicely. And the time in these casts counts towards the time she would have spent in the boots and bars, so the overall schedule remains the same. And everyone continues to be confident that the end results will be excellent.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Photos from Camp
1. Grandma and Molly
2. Molly enjoying "Big Joe's Trailer Truck" for the first time. Getting some culturally-appropriate Thunder Bay literary content.
3. Freshly painted camp. Getting a bit fancy methinks.
4. Proof that it really did snow. See the flakes by Lois's leg.
2. Molly enjoying "Big Joe's Trailer Truck" for the first time. Getting some culturally-appropriate Thunder Bay literary content.
3. Freshly painted camp. Getting a bit fancy methinks.
4. Proof that it really did snow. See the flakes by Lois's leg.
Photos from the trip to T-Bay
1. Twins' first time seeing Lake Superior, during a diaper-changing pitstop. Yes, it's freezing already and we hadn't even reached Thunder Bay yet.
2. Recreating the airplane scene that got me puked on by Jacob. Molly would never do such a thing though.
3. Kate's mom holding a very chubby-jowled Jacob. Note the resemblance to Winston Churchill. You can see why we've nicknamed him "Slim".
4. Kate, her Papa and Molly, all squinting into the sun. Unless that was the glare off the snow, I can't recall.
2. Recreating the airplane scene that got me puked on by Jacob. Molly would never do such a thing though.
3. Kate's mom holding a very chubby-jowled Jacob. Note the resemblance to Winston Churchill. You can see why we've nicknamed him "Slim".
4. Kate, her Papa and Molly, all squinting into the sun. Unless that was the glare off the snow, I can't recall.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Jacob's First Word
I'll post Thunder Bay photos ASAP (later tonight twins-permitting), but first the big news. In the past week Jacob started saying his first word. Given that the word is "agooo" it is possible that only his parents are excited. Given that when Jacob paired his word with a smile, his mother pronounced, "Now he's speaking in sentences", it's possible that at least one of us has lost all perspective. Agooo seems to be a multi-purpose word. Since it arose in T-Bay for the first time, I suspect that the original meaning was "holy crap, it's cold up here".
Here's a video of a scintillating conversation between Jacob and Kate.
I won't say how many takes the video took, but here's an example of how lame it looks when Jacob is not participating in an Agoooo conversation.
Here's a video of a scintillating conversation between Jacob and Kate.
I won't say how many takes the video took, but here's an example of how lame it looks when Jacob is not participating in an Agoooo conversation.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Hair
Kate got her Cameron Diaz-in-The Holiday-haircut yesterday and looks gorgeous. The Holiday - terrible movie, fabulous hair. Not sure if Diaz herself had to come all the way to T-Bay for the cut. Got me thinking, what are the rules on a guy going into a barber with a photo of a celeb and saying, "I want to look like him"? In which case, for my current haircut, I may have mistakenly requested a cross between Colm Meaney:
and Farmer Ted from 16 Candles:
Photos to follow if I can upload on this dial-up connection.
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