Naomi, practicing for raspberries.
Lillian would like you to pick her up, please.We are still loving the process of discovery that living with these babies really is. Lillian iscurrently sitting in my lap, helping with this entry. Actually, she's totally distracted by the Christmas tree and is being no help at all. Artistic inspiration, perhaps.
Papa came out to visit today, so William could actually leave the house. The girls loved the extra snuggling, and William returned with furnace filters. A good time was had by all.
One of the books I'm reading about twins describes the noises they make as "snarfling". This is a perfectly accurate description. The grunting, squeaking, snorting and chattering all blend into this bizarre whale song of baby noise. William points out that it calls to mind those tiny, seemingly harmless dinosaurs from Jurrasic Park. Cute on their own, but in large numbers? Flesh eating machines. Occasionally, Lillian does this arm-flapping doggie paddle dance that brings to mind a very, very small Tyrannasaurus Rex, reinforcing the resemblance.
We're going to tuck in and enjoy our snarfling for the evening.
4 comments:
Snarfling sounds kinda cool. and they have adorable haircuts. Just think, they could be rapping babies with cornrows and attitude. Since they are too young for record contracts I vote for snarfling.
Love the Dino twins!
When I look at these pictures I remember what is was like to fall in love....
Twins=velociraptors. Sounds about right.
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