Elmo

A few weeks ago, when I took the kids to the dentist with their mom, there was a raffle to win a "playdate with Elmo" - whatever on earth that means.  Patrick and Lilly's mom grinned and entered them.  I thought, "Oh, great, that means they're going to win, I just know."

Well, last night I got the "Guess what, Lilly won the Elmo playdate!" email.  It's next Thursday, at the dental office.  Sadly, their mom is traveling for work and will miss it, but I think I'm going to drag V along to photograph.  Lilly can invite friends, too, so we'll have a whole little party.

But really, a playdate with Elmo?  Ugh.

Comparison

I've recently introduced the twins to the Lion King soundtrack, but after listening to that over and over, today I put on Pocahontas for the first time.  They were very confused as to this new word/name; Lilly said it sounded like "hummus."

And so, with every new song, they asked if this was still "Pocahummus."
And I said yes.

And then put Lion King back in.

Fan

One of our cats, the slightly denser but hopelessly adorable one, has met a new foe: the ceiling fan.  The other night, it was thundering, and she sat on the floor under it and looked up with a mixture of apprehension and terror.  Any loud noise makes her glance at it.  Just now, for reasons unknown, I called her name, and she stared at the fan.

She didn't even know it existed until we turned it on for the first time a few weeks ago.  Meanwhile, her older sister walks around with a "you stupid-face, you're ridiculous" look emanating from between her whiskers.

Gratuitous cat pictures, commence.

Calcifer, too smart for her own good.

 

 

 

C again, also too adept for all of our goods.

Calcifer on a box; Mei Mei in a box.  This wasn't posed.

Mei Mei, who is gorgeous in real life but hard to photograph.

Names

I'm not sure if I've talked about last names before, but after reading A's thoughts over at Two Mothers McGill, it's once again on my mind.  V and I have talked about me taking her last name.  I first proposed it a year or two ago; since we know I'll carry the first baby (whether there will be more, and who will carry them, is TBD), we want to have as many protections in place as possible.

V being linguistically tied to our child doesn't do much, but it's something.  Sadly, when you're two girls trying to make a family, you take the little somethings.  The problem: I'm not attached to my last name until I think of "losing" it.  Hers is prettier.  It's simpler to spell.  It's more elegant.

Mine doesn't work at all as a middle name, or hyphenated (and we wouldn't do that anyway).  I think the solution is to take hers.  I want to.  Just...not yet?

Work

It's take your wife to work day!

Actually, it's "V displays some of her pictures in the family center where the kids and I have class on Fridays, and it's time for her to take them down, so there's a legitimate reason for her to accompany us" day.

Whatever.

As long as there's a second person between me and Lilly, life will be better.  And who knows, maybe Lilly will be better.  I actually slept last night, unlike the night before, so I think I'm at least somewhat better.  Well, sleep, plus the hour-long sobbing mental breakdown I had at Bug and Andrew's yesterday (they were napping; their mom was out) after the twins and before going over Seth and Isabella's for the evening.  (Overbooked?  Me?)

Also, happy first birthday Kali!  We're doing her pictures tomorrow.  Hopefully there will be one I can post.  I miss that not-such-a-baby.

Ugh

The cat did not let us sleep last night.
We're going through a cold snap that ends tomorrow, but in the meantime, the house is at 57.
V and I are both whiny, and both have full days.
I don't want to get on the scooter.
I'm not sure I want to see Patrick and Lilly.
I'm tired.
And cold.

Eating

The twins' parents are home, I'm back at my home with two kitties instead of two kiddies, and I'm practically eating my weight in danish.  I preceded it with leftover asparagus though, which semi-justifies it.  I'm PMSing and destressing; when V gets home from class in a few minutes, I'm going to nag her to go out and get food.  (She'll probably say no.)

The experience was good.  Patrick actually didn't want to say goodbye to me (not like I won't be back there tomorrow morning), though about two minutes after his mom walked in the door, he looked at me and asked, "Why you not leave yet?"  Thanks, kid.  But then I got two hugs and a kiss before he'd let me.

I'm looking forward to my bed tonight, and resuming normal life.  I just wish it was the weekend - it already feels like it!  Speaking of, we're shooting Kali's one year pics on Saturday.  I can't believe she's that old already.