Memorial Day

It was hot. It was fun. We played in the backyard with family and friends. I am currently too sticky to elaborate.
Here are Naomi and Dorothy (William's cousin)enjoying some tea.



Lillian, reading. (There seem to be a lot of those pictures on this blog, really.)



p.s. Lillian 'graduated' from physical therapy today!!

And then...

Claire came to visit us today. Apparently it's been a while and Lillian had lot of things to catch her up on. What you see here is probably only the last third of her tirade/storytelling.

I'm glad you get a few glimpses of Naomi, too, because it seems like Lillian gets all the good video clips recently. But, Naomi is either on the run or way too heavily interested in the actual camera to be captured.

(after two hours, video still has not uploaded. Will try again tomorrow.)

(after two days and 3 attempts, have learned that video is too large to upload. Seeking alternative delivery methods.)

Maybe now?

Sand, Take Two.

It went much better this time. We left Lillian's shoes on.



And, doesn't Naomi look like such a _kid_ in this picture?

Hey, Guess What!

Just like with so many things for Lillian, the switch flipped today. Just when I thought I'd be carrying this (very heavy) baby around for the rest of my life, she showed us all! She took a few tentative wobbles this morning, from her walker to the outside steps (one of her favorite outdoor activities is climbing and retreating down the stairs.) and again at the end of the driveway when she hijacked Naomi's walker toy. Then, this evening, sitting in the living room with Nana, we coaxed her from the couch to the stool and, lo and behold, she marched right on over. And then back. And over and back. And over and back. About 17 times. Then she looped around the living room to visit each of us without touching any 'bases'. So, yeah. Lillian walks.

Caravan

There was a time when we hung out with Nat and Amanda and we were just a party of four. Now, our numbers have doubled and the activities have certainly changed. Here we are, conducting our own parade down the street.



Here are the little ride-ons we got for the three little girlies (More and more, we suspect that through some twist of the space-time continuum, that Ivy and Naomi really are the twins)



Also...,



Peek-a-boo!!

Why It Is Getting Increasingly Harder to Capture Video

During the filming of this oscar-worthy scene, I have flipped the LCD screen on the camera around backwards so that Lillian can see herself as she goofs around. I was going to try and get her to do some of her animal sounds, but she got sidetracked by her impression of an old woman without dentures imitating a puppy. At least I think that's what's going on here. I'm sad that you're missing her horse impersonation. She chirps this totally deadpan, "nay." with the most casual inflection. I'll keep trying to catch it.

Tonight, after the amoxycillin dose (which they take like candy. Yummy pink liquid candy.)Naomi grabbed the tylenol bottle and shoved it at us, weeping and whining. She would not be stopped until William went to the kitchen, filled up the medicine cup with apple juice and "dosed" her, like, three times. Babies are weird.

The Artist Formerly Known as Droopy Drawers

A little box arrived today, addressed especially to Naomi. I opened it while the girls were napping and I'm still surprised that my cackling didn't wake them.

Pat found suspenders for babies. How awesome is that?

Here's the front view:


And the rear. She was rather fond of them, so we put them back on in between clothes and pajamas: