Archive for June, 2009
How did we get HERE so fast . . .
Four months old and rising. I’m doing all the things that tug at heartstrings, packing away clothes, filling bottles to their maximum, grieving late night feedings . . . oops, not that one.
Ashley, at JacksonandWyatt, is a few months ahead of us in the twin-boy game, and we love her posts. One of my favorites was her nickname post. Nonsense talk all day long breeds nonsensical nicknames. Here is a list, fellas, I promise to retire a few of these before age 3 . . . ish
Matt: Lil, Smalls, Little Bigums, Doodle, Machu Picchu, Hazmat, Mattagascar, Matthew Sweet, Fishy,
Leo: Biggie, Biggie Smalls, Rounds, Bigums, Buggy, Snufflebunny, Buddah, Welo, Mo Cheeks, Big Head Todd, Leo Lyons
Christened last weekend, so so lovely to be with amazing godparents and lovely, lovely family one and all.
What do these two have in common? Each has a Keegan twin with similar hair patterns.
Drew Gooden, power forward for the San Antonio Spurs, with the reverse “soul patch.”
Leo, power forward for the Keegan family, and his reverse ” soul patch.”
Doc Brown, brilliant (if mad) scientist from “Back to the Future” and his creative styling.
Matt, who although you can’t see it well here, gets the whisps flying in just that certain way.
Soon this too will fly away with the rest of that long black hair I worked so hard on in utero, but for now we enjoy these strange patterns of male baldness, and I promise, boys, not to take the lint roller I use to clean your play areas to your heads, although it has been tempting.
What a great visit with our buddy Riv and his parents. They are the nicest, loveliest company, and we always leave them feeling a little more worldly, in-the-know, and, now, in love with little boys. This one is a born dancer, and what’s not to dance about, life is good!
And how about this pig pile?
What is so wrong about being boy-crazy anyway?
They’re here! It’s time to suspend all sensitivity to small lovely creatures and eat the WHOLE THING. Every succulent bite.
If your fishmonger doesn’t get them, he isn’t worth a lick. Pay anything. Dip it in egg wash, flour, and fry in butter – salty, salty butter. Oh yum yum yum!
And for more yums:
I hope they never show up smothered in salty, salty butter or I will surely eat them!!!