More pictures than you can shake a stick at

I've been lax in posting lately for several reasons.  First, as I mentioned in my previous blog entry, we are not exactly leaving the house much these days.  While I'm sure you are all waiting with baited breath to hear when the twins napped (or didn't) today, I like to cultivate a bit of mystery about my life, so I remain silent instead.  And second, my brain is clearly functioning on "low" these days -- even introspective topics or simple life observations seem farther away than Lindsay Lohan's sobriety.  (Hey, I can still read "People.")  Maybe it's the sleep deprivation, maybe it's the fact that I hear "Mommy, I want..." spoken so often that I'm no longer capable of doing anything else but fetching apple juice and searching for missing Matchbox cars.  But I always appreciate inspiration, so please do let me know if there is anything you want to hear about!  I know I've asked you this before, but here I am, feeling stale yet again. (And I don't mean because I haven't showered in a couple of days. But yes, since you asked, I am feeling stale in that way as well.  Fortunately I am well stocked with Shampowder.)  I have a few posts started that I haven't finished: my chaos-level theory of family size and why we should have one more kid, the joys of babywearing and how to justify another carrier to your spouse so that you both kinda believe it, the personalities of my kiddos and how they combine to make the Superhuman, my Julie-and-Julia cupcake quest that has no chance of being made into a chick flick starring Anne Hathaway as myself...  Anything sound good? Something else? Just shut up and post pictures? Sure.

We went to a kids' cooking class hosted by our MOMS Club, and Bean enjoyed creating (and munching) his own pizza.  At least someone in the house will be able to make dinner.





That Bean, such a hot head.  (groan...)



Found in one of my parents' moving boxes was an alphabet floor puzzle Bean's uncles got him for Christmas last year. He and Bumpa teamed up to knock it out.






It doesn't matter who it is, but the twins strive to make sure at least one of them is unhappy at any given time.



My hobby these days is buying, selling, and trading gorgeous woven baby wraps.  And as a bonus, they actually serve a purpose other than just being stalked online and then petted.




We figured it was time for Bean to start playing video games, because he wasn't watching quite enough television to fully rot his brain.



Gax is my little veggie man.  Here he summons great enthusiasm for DH's pureed carrots.




Bean has had a surge in enthusiasm for play-dough because we let him use the toddler scissors to cut it.  You can also see his beloved Black Car "watching him" on the left, resting on a jar opener pad so he won't roll away.  Grandma thought of this bit of brilliance when wandering Black Car caused many a tear to be shed.  (We are simple folk, no?)



The twins have graduated from the uncomfortable reclining baby bath to sitting in suds in the sink.  It's a family affair.  (But what isn't these days?)

I love taking pictures of Gax because it is the only time I get to see him being still.





Nix is such a smiley guy, even when I put him in dorky pants. Bless his little heart.




When I set the twins down before this picture was taken, they were both on the activity mat.  Not two minutes later, Gax had migrated.  I won't say he is crawling exactly, but he can drag himself around on the slippery floor.  Watch out world, here comes the Gaxinator.  You've been warned.



"I want to wreak havoc on your house."



"And I'm going to giggle about it."



We were supposed to go on a fire station tour with MOMS Club this morning.  (Or as Bean said, "We are going to the fire place to see a FIRE.")  However, Mother Nature had other plans, as she shut down the entire city with a snow storm and we couldn't leave home.  Fortunately, Bean wasn't too disappointed.