Double Yolk - The New Sunday Funnies!

Hi all. I know what you're thinking, and you're probably right. (Sorry, Magnum PI reference) I have read the Sunday funnies before. They dont draw them like they used to. Well, in the absense of a full time time job, and me milling about, Mommy and I came up with this:

Our own Sunday Funnies. Every Sunday from now on, there will be a post with a picture of you two (Roman and Zoe) with a comic book type caption. Usually with some kinda joke or punchline, hence the name Double Yolk - a play on words - doulble yolk meaning twins like you guys and double joke - but in many langauges "J" is pronounced as a "Y". Now I know most of the adult fanbase will get this (hopefully) but I had to spell it out for when Zoe and Roman read this, anyways, ever onward, ever onward. Well with out further delay, here will be the first installment. Enjoy!

Your Daddy likes..

..to sleep in. Since I leave the house by 6:15 in the morning (or earlier if possible), it is your dad's responsibility to get you guys up and fed in the morning. When he doesn't have a set time to be somewhere it's a little tougher for him to get out of bed, especially if he's been up late the night before. No, he's not our carousing and wreaking havoc. Usually he's working on his computer or watching a dvd. Yesterday was one of those days he had to get up early, around the time I was leaving, and I know he was up late working on a project. Roman was ready to eat and Mom had to go. After feeding Roman dad fell asleep again. Since Miss Zoe doesn't really make noise in the morning she just hung out until dad woke up. Mom thinks this thru your whole schedule off because it seems like by 7:30 at night you're ready for your last bottle and beddy bye time. Even if you ate 2 hours ago. Such was the case last night. Cranky, crabby and out of sorts. Again today Mom had to go and Roman was beginning to let the world know it was bottle time. I checked on Zoe and she gave me a a blank look for a second- just waking- and then a giant smile. That's my girl. By the time I got to work your dad im'ed me that both had been fed. And apologized for being cranky when I nudged him and said "please get up....you'll hear them if they cry, won't you?" He said:
starsky**** (6:44:22 AM): sorry i was crabby - had a bad dream

Okay, that's a good excuse.
Daddy's not a morning person and I wonder which one of you will inherit it. Actually Mommy's not a morning person either, but you gotta do what you gotta do.

p.s. Dad- don't be mad at me for telling tales...You're an awesome Dad.

Zoe

Roman

Happy Happy Joy Joy

How is it that when you two were smaller I seemed to have more time (or focus) to blog? Zoe and Roman now eat less often, so it doesn't feel like a nonstop cycle of eating, but they also nap less often. Roman hasn't quite figured out sleeping thru the night, although we got lucky last night. Ms Zoe has and only had a few 'blips' since she first slept thru. Roman was getting up between 3 and 4 for several weeks, now it's shifted to 1am or so. Oy.



Zoe still doesn't fuss when she wakes up. No crying, just kicking the legs and looking around. And chattering - both of them are doing a lot more talking. It's funny. Zoe doesn't fuss in the morning, but she does get cranky later in the day, or around bedtime and can let out a high pitched scream that sends the neighbor dogs running. Okay, not really. It's winter and all the windows are closed, but she's got a shrill scream. I always say "Zoe, Zoe, it's okay..." and then I think it's good she's got an annoying scream. The better to use if she needs to draw attention to herself - in one of those situations parents don't want to think about (yet I have).



There's something about becoming a parent - maybe it's losing that strong focus on yourself. I think about that a lot, about how much I want to protect them and how much I want them to grow up confident and unafraid to expand beyond their comfort zones. I want them to experience life and not hide themselves. I suppose that's my version of the parent who pushes their kids to fulfill their own dreams (the pageant queen, the all star jock). I want confident, happy kids.

Happy Birthday...

Grandma Jane!

5 months old!

...and Roman (more than 10 minutes ago)

Zoe, 10 minutes ago

Soon, there will be pictures. And

And, I think some blog posts.
Just about every night I think about something to say. But then by the time there's time I'm ready to sleep.

Last Friday I came home from work and went to Zoe. She started chattering away, not something she does a lot. So I talked back to her and we kept it going for several minutes. I couldn't stop staring at her because she seemed like she'd changed so much, started to look older somehow. Like I missed it in the conglomeration of days and BAM! here she is, getting to be a little girl. Roman too- mainly I'm surprised at how much hair he's getting (not yet for his sister though). He looks more and more like a little boy and less like an infant. My pictures at work need to be updated- they don't look the same!

Tonight I had them on the floor together, trying to make them laugh. I did, but they also spent some time grabbing each others hands. Almost holding them. Oh my, if that isn't the cutest thing. They're definitely using their hands more and are more aware. Roman even almost flipped over from his back to his tummy - he was 3/4 of the way there. I told Mike Roman was going to be the child who crawls in bed with us and has his feet in our face a few hours later. He's always sideways and far from his original spot in his crib. This morning I went in and he had both legs sticking out the side. Zoe just scoots her way thru the night, by morning her head is against the rail.

No new pictures!

Yes! We have no Bananas! (another favorite ♫ off one of the library kids cds).
No new pictures. It's been awhile since I took any.

Life instead has been shifting itself around. Our heads are above water, but we're swimming a bit more. Ah metaphors... Times of great change always make me think about the time after the great change. I wonder what life will look like. I've been this way for as long as I can remember - I distinctly remember walking upstairs in my brother's bedroom and thinking "next year I'll be in school" and anticipating how good that would feel. I was the youngest in the family and in the neighborhood, so I couldn't wait.

Great change? The cascading effect of the economy and Daddy's job. Who knows how it'll all pan out, but I see better times ahead. Like seeing more of your dad. He's been working a lot less hours of late, and although I know it's not permanent it is really nice to have him around. He's so good with you guys. He makes you laugh. He loves you two so much.

The other night we were sitting around and once again it hit me how profound it is to be a family. We're a family. I LOVE my family, and despite the changes it has made to our lives (and the sometimes difficult moments, mostly early on when I really thought I was going to lose it), there is nothing else that can take its place.

Zoe and Roman's smiles when I come home from work make my day. And so does the Wheel of Fortune half hour, a new family tradition. Yeah, we're turning into old fuddy duddies, but you know what? I don't really care. It is us.

And this weekend the twins turn 5 months old. 5 months! It's gone so fast and so slow, impossible I know, but it is true.

Evening things out

Aunt Kitty says I need to even out the Zoe/Roman picture ratio.

Here you go.
Roman, this weekend. Apparently today he was all giggles and sunshine.

How about me, will you be my valentine?

Roman's a bit more challenging. Your timing's got to be just right or, oops no more clean outfit. That is the case above (see arm), although Mom's just going to ignore it because I ran out of time before I could go back and take another picture of you in this outfit with your eyes open.
I was able to snap another one a bit later when you were asleep. Cutie pie.:)

When I came home from work Friday night Zoe and I spent some time looking at each other. She's in to studying faces. I couldn't get over how much older she's looking. On a tangentially related note I think she might develop her dad's "bull" look. Some time back I identified this when he was mad, he looked to me like a bull ready to storm. I could picture the steam coming out of his nostrils. Then I thought "Chicago Bull" and that nailed it. Why does Mommy feel the need to come up with nicknames for Daddy? He's also known as Thor, but I don't think we've mentioned that here before. Oy vey.

Will you be my Valentine?

Zo & Ro, mo' po' ro' in co'!

Zoe

& Roman

More Pooh Robes

in color!

Zo & Ro. Po' Ro'

Zoe, Sunday the 8th

Roman, Sunday the 8th

It's been awhile since we've seen the old Winnie the Pooh robes..

Way back here.

My how you've grown!

Friday night

Zo, b & w

This little piggie went to market...

Superbowl Sunday

No, I didn't dress R & Z up as football player and cheerleader, although that's not a bad idea....Ro's Chicago Bears gear is a bit big yet, so that'll have to wait. We spent the afternoon out at Grandpa Jon and Grandma Jane's. Uncle David and Uncle Andy made appearances as well.



Neither Zo nor Ro got to feast on the spread put out by Grandma, nor did they seem that much into the game. Zo even slept thru the rousing end- but Ro and Mom were watching. Not that Mom cares, she was tuned in for the commercials (that's CRAZY!), but was entertained by the last 2 minutes of the game anyway.



Don't worry guys, I hear they do this every year. ;)