Saturday, May 09, 2009

An ice cream a day...

The twins hate thunderstorms. Evan more than Jordan. But once Evan starts fussing, Jordan follows suit since she must not lose out on the attention that is to be got. So 5 am this morning, when thunder, in my friend Jeanette's words..." sounding like boulders falling down stairs" amplified across the skies, both kids decided they needed Mommy and Daddy. This meant the entire family squashed into our usually sufficiently spacey enough king sized with both parents being kicked and punched in the face and other places as well as treated to the early morning conversations between the 2.

Neither Packrat nor I could fathom how the twins, who had slept late the night before could be so chirpy at 5 in the morning while we were hissing at them to get back to sleep. We also knew that there would be payback for these early morning conversations. True enough, the twins who eventually dozed off at half six and woke an hour later spent the entire day cranky and whiny. Everything set them off, in the most dramatic of manners.


















Thankfully, they managed a long-ish nap which reset their systems and moods a little bit. But what eventually did the trick was a tiny scoop of ice cream for both of them. This marks their first time really eating ice cream, discounting the time when they were three months old and were given ice cream because it was "milk", much to my horror.

Evan had a bit of problem at first because I think his brain froze. He kept intoning that it was cold. Jordan took to it like a fish to water and finished every drop.



I'm also thankful, it's almost the end of the day so maybe tomorrow will be a bit better. As long as God doesn't go bowling tonight and boulders don't tumble down the stairs again.

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