Squeaky clean

It’s Saturday morning and Marcus has climbed into our bed for a little snuggle time.  Gavin is still snoozing in his room, and Adam is in the bathroom getting ready for the day.  Suddenly . . .

Marcus:  What was that noise, Mommy?

Me (trying to keep a straight face):  What noise, honey?

Marcus:  That noise from the bathroom.

Me:  Hmm…I don’t know.  What do you think it was?

Marcus:  It sounded like Daddy was rubbing dishes or something.

Ha ha ha!  Classic Marcus.


Happy New Year!

We got back from Christmas Part III this afternoon and had a little time to rest and start unpacking before our friends came over for our little New Year’s Eve get together.  My friends, D and S, and I were all pregnant with our first boys together.  S gave birth to G towards the end of September 2007, I was two weeks late and gave birth to Marcus at the beginning of November, and then D was early and gave birth to E nine days later.  So our boys have grown up together and are pretty good buddies.  Fast forward a few years and we’re all preggers again.  This time I was first with Gavin in April 2010, D followed with her daughter J 12 days later, and then S brought up the rear with her daughter V in June (S was a little delayed on the baby bandwagon, perhaps because she went and moved to NYC).

Anyway, I was a little nervous as we’ve never hosted this large a group before — two families of four — and everyone was staying overnight.  But things worked out great!  The kids played together really well with a minimum of adult intervention, the adults were able to talk, and we were able to coordinate simultaneous bath times and get the kids to bed without too much difficulty. Marcus camped out in Gavin’s room on a toddler-sized blow-up mattress, E slept in Marcus’ bed with J in a pack ‘n play in the same room, and G and V were in the basement bedroom with another pack ‘n play and blow up mattress.  Then we adults vegged out on the couch, enjoyed some wine, and worked really hard to stay awake until the countdown.  We didn’t last much longer than that. 😉

Kid heaven: dinner of hot dogs and mac 'n cheese followed by D's chocolate pie (made with avocados!). L-to-R: G, E, Marcus

Gavin and J also enjoyed the pie.

After their dinner, we parked the kids in front of the Curious George movie so that we could eat (take-out Indian!). L-to-R: J, Gavin, E, G, Marcus (looking a little freaked out).

V joins the couch party.

The next morning, D and her family headed out after a delicious breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausage handmade by D and her husband, bacon, overnight baked french toast, and fruit.  S and her family stayed for lunch before heading out.

G and Marcus deep in conversation. (They were really cracking each other up.)


V and Gavin companionably eating together. At one point they clinked their cups together and V said, "Cheers!" So cute.

So now the last of our holiday festivities are over.  With all of our travel and whatnot, this was not the most restful holiday for us, but it certainly was fun!

Christmas, Part III

We had another little Christmas celebration at my parents’ house in NC.  Lots of fun and good food.  Some photo highlights:


Adam and Gavin making headway into the pile.

Marcus rooting around for more gifts to open.

My brother V looking like a monk in his new slanket.

Snuggling with Dad (with the infamous Mia who got punted).

Gavin wanted in on the action but didn't really want to share his Daddy.

Marcus playing with his new Mater alarm clock radio from his Uncle B.

One very excited little fella.

Rated PG

Some hilariously cute photos from bath time earlier this week.

Marcus' "angel face" (Gavin is skeptical)

No idea. Unicorn impression?

I can't get enough of these two. xoxo

Marcus on revenge

So we clamber out of the car after a 4-1/2 hour drive down to NC to see my parents for Xmas Part III.  Gavin drops his bunny (“Bina”) onto the driveway.  Just as I’m groaning to myself about the bunny getting dirty (Gavin chews on it, buries his face in it, can’t sleep without it, etc.), Marcus purposely comes over and stomps on the bunny with both feet, grinding it into the driveway.  We’re appalled.

When Marcus remains unrepentant despite much effort on our part to show him the error of his ways, (a perhaps slightly frustrated) Adam plucks one of the many stuffed animals Marcus is clutching in his arms (a small, scared looking lion named “Mia”) and punts it down the length of the driveway.

This is what Mia looks like.  You sort of want to kick her too, right? I’m kidding!  (Mostly.)

Anyway, Marcus stomps off to retrieve the lion and then huffs his way back.  We brace ourselves for a huge outburst as he looks like he’s about to erupt into a huge crying jag.  Instead…

Marcus:  Daddy.  Daddy!  When you do something, and then someone does it back to you, do they do that in Italy?

Me (in an aside to Adam):  Is he asking if there’s revenge in Italy?

(a regretful) Adam:  No, Marcus, they don’t do that in Italy.

Me:  It’s too bad for you that we’re not in Italy though.

Christmas, Part II

So we left for Cape Cod on Friday morning, and we came home on Tuesday afternoon.  We had our own little family Christmas with the boys on Wednesday before packing ourselves up again for more adventures.





Christmas, Part I

We’re having Christmas three times over this year!

For Christmas Part I, we traveled up to see Adam’s parents in the Cape.  The travel itself was ok overall.  Marcus was a total sweetheart, but Gavin was another story.  He’s developed a horrendous, piercing scream that he employs with way too much regularity and for no apparent purpose.  It’s not so bad when he does it at home, but it’s unbearable when you’re locked up in the car with him and downright embarrassing (and alarming) when he’s doing it on the plane.  Anyway, we made it to the Cape fine and in one piece.

The boys had a ton of fun this year with their Grammy and Grampa, their Auntie B and Uncle M, and of course their favorite cousin, A.  Gavin in particular was enamored with A.  He loves attention and playing with other kids.  Marcus rarely gives him the time of day, so he was tickled pink when A played with him.  So cute!

This was also the first time we bunked the boys together in the same room.  Gavin was in a crib, and Marcus was next to him in a twin bed with guardrails.  We were worried that they wouldn’t sleep, especially since Gavin is teething and he’s been fussy lately at night.  But things worked out.  We would get the boys ready for bed, then Marcus would climb in and I’d sit on the bed with Gavin.  I’d sing them ‘The Eskimo Song’ (a.k.a. Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…), or as Gavin calls it, “Eh-mos,” three times following by ‘White Christmas’ (“Wit-mit”) three times.  Then I’d pop Gavin into the crib, instructed Marcus what to do if Gavin cried, left, closed the door, held my breath, and hoped.

[Gavin starts crying.]

Marcus: It’s ok, Gavin.  Don’t cry.  I’m here.  It’s ok.

[Apparently unconvinced, Gavin continues crying.]

Marcus: You want me to sing?

Gavin: Sing?  Sing.

Marcus (a bit off key): Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. [Pause.] Sorry, Gavin.  I don’t know the rest of the words.

Gavin cried at first every night, and Marcus sang to him every night.  Adorable!  Makes me think we should bunk them together for a little while.

Anyway, some pictures:

'Twas the night before Christmas...

My in-laws always do such an amazing job with the Christmas decorations. The tree was amazing!

Stockings on Christmas morning

Eating a hearty breakfast to sustain him through The Unwrapping.

One of my favorite presents

All cleaned up after presents and naps. With much cajoling and promises of cookies, we tried to get photos of the kids in their Christmas outfits. I like how they each are looking in a different direction. Classic.

Handsome little fellas, aren't they?

Enjoying the promised cookies

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