Tim is So thankful for the last eight years…I met my wife, had five awesome kids, became close to my Father-in Law…gave my Grandma a place to die with Dignity, and found my path in life…so forgive me…the Bush years have brought out my best. Bush brought out our Passion. God Bless America.
I’m Link.
With my hearts filled up, I’m going to battle Ganon.
Are you Princess Zelda? I’m here to rescue you.
January 7. We woke up and greeted Taylor with a simple “Happy Birthday.” The boys were excited about giving her her present. Ty can’t keep a secret, by the way. She wasn’t quite understanding that she needed too open her gift by unwrapping it. She got the jist of it and proceeded to play with her little pink boat and prince and frog set (the frog wears a crown and is supposed to be the Frog Prince).
Instead of home schooling, I cleaned up a little and baked Taylor’s cake. I wanted to make a pink and white heart-shaped cake… *shakes head and sighs*… After putting the peanut butter into the batter, I thought, Some chocolate frosting would be awesome with the peanut butter. So I added cocoa powder to the frosting, but it turned brown. Go figure. So no pink and white cake. But at least I still had the tools to make a heart-shaped cake. Except the square pan was 8×8, and the round pan was 9″. After 2 hours of calling friends for spare powdered sugar and carefully carving corners, I successfully coated a heart-shaped cake with chocolate frosting. Meanwhile, the birthday girl was getting her feet dirty in the backyard with her brothers.
Taylor, I hope you appreciate all of this.
That evening, a cold front came through. The sky was an dark orange as the sun was setting while the gray clouds made their southeasterly way. Under the sodium lights of the industrial complexes down the main highway, I could see the tiniest water droplets swirling around in the wind.
The paternal grandmother brought dinner from our favorite barbeque joint. She arrived before I did. Dad assembled Taylor’s gift, which came with over 200 screws and took him three hours.
The children bathed and got ready for bed. We presented the cake to Taylor and sang “Happy Birthday.” She started opening her presents from Grandma.
She got a little wooden kitchen, wooden breakfast food (toast, fried egg, butter), and stainless steel pots, pans, and cooking utensils. I love that.
Happy Birthday, Taylor! Three is a magic number.
Usually, children are not allowed in the kitchen.
But this was Kendall’s first moment of unassisted sitting.
So we sat in the kitchen and swapped casserole recipes. Kendall has been talking about a mean breakfast casserole. I’m kidding… about the sitting up part.
Kendall‘s lower central-left incisor debuted Monday the 15th, and the right one on Thursday the 18th.
Talon was toothless until New Year’s Eve. Both her lower central incisors broke through the gum together.
In her crawling attempts, Kendall sways on her hands and knees, back and forth. She moves her left knee forward, yet she hasn’t figured how to move the rest of her limbs. She is certainly mobile – in an inchworm kind of way.
Talon moves quickly along the floor, dragging her body while pulling with her forearms. She doesn’t even use her toes to push off. It’s all upper body. Before you know it, she’s putting a sword or battle horse in her mouth.
Kendall is pink.
Talon is olive.
Kendall coos and babbles throughout the day. She’s quiet only when she’s sleeping.
Talon is quiet except when she’s loud. She screeches with joy.
Kendall sits well by herself in a leaning tripod position. Her right arm supports her weight after she turns onto her bottom from a crawling position. She’ll stay that way for a few minutes and watch her older siblings’ play.
Not interested in sitting up, Talon would rather watch the action in her dragging/crawling position. She will stand with locked knees for several seconds if she has assistance. A lot of times, she’ll do squats in quick repetition.
Kendall looks like Kyle.
Talon looks like Ty and Taylor.
Kendall sleeps through the night.
Talon wakes up at least once. Sometimes twice.
When asked, “Are they twins?” I usually answer, “No, they were born on the same day.” What I really want to say is, “They were born on the same day from the same pregnancy, which, by definition, makes them twins. But the smaller, younger one is a result of superfetation, and that doesn’t happen everyday. If you’re going to put them in a box, put them in a cooler box and recognize that they are unusual twins.”
