The Land of Milk and... Wait, Milk?

It's been raining cats and buffaloes at my house today, and the twinks have been fascinated. Water is pooling up in our backyard, which is quite something, since we are 65 ft above sea level (for those not from coastal Florida, that's virtually the highlands) and on a hill. Both kids have been pointing enthusiastically at the sheets of rain and the puddles and exclaiming, "Milk!" Sarah tried to tell them that what they were seeing was not milk, but water, and told them the story of Noah and the Ark. They looked at her, looked out and pointed confidently. "Milk!"

What's funny to us about this (besides the obvious) is that we don't call their cups "milk." We usually call it their "sippy" or their water, because we rarely even give them milk. It must be the day care, because now, all water is milk (except the tub, which is "bubbles"). Emma even points to the Santa Rosa Sound now and bestows the title of "Milk!" upon it as she passes.

Twins Tympanums Trending Totally Tubular

The Twinks had PE tubes put into their ear drums today. They've both suffered multiple and recurring ear infections, especially JoeJoe. Hopefully that will clear up now and they'll be able to hear a little better and we can miss fewer days of work because of sicky babies.





JoeJoe went first and had an active ear infection when the tubes were put in. The infection will be cultured so we'll have a better idea of which antibiotics to use in the future since the last few didn't work. Emma's ears were not actively infected, but there was fluid behind the ear drum. Neither of them woke up very well, but they calmed down quite a bit once the IVs were removed from their hands. They've headed home with Sarah, GrammaLynn, and Lali, so the rest of the day they will be well cared for. Since I only got 3 hrs sleep myself (we had to be in P'cola by 6) there's a good chance I'll be joining the (hopefully) happily napping household sooner than later.

The Little Girl Who Cried Poop

Emma Don't Take No Sass
Originally uploaded by Joe Dad

The Twinks have been picking up lots of words lately. They have learned some from the books we read, some about the food they eat, some about their toys. And, of course, there are those words that are supposed to help Sarah and me determine (without looking) if they need a diaper change or not.

For a while now, Emma has seemed pretty close to being ready to be potty trained. She often gets very upset when she pees in her diaper and will whine "pee-pee!" at us and tromp into her bedroom to get changed. This has also helped when the kids have been in bed for the night, and suddenly start crying. We check to see if they need a change, and if they don't, and there is no other overt reason for them to be crying, we often let them cry it out and go to sleep. However, if they tell us they have "pee-pee" or "poo-poo" (or in JoeJoe's case, "Ew!"), we'll pick them up right away and take them to be changed.

This has changed, however, because Emma has started to use this power for ill, rather than good. She now almost always tells us that she's "poo-poo" as soon as we go in, when most of the time she isn't. This has carried over to non-bedtime scenarios as well. Essentially, if she has exhausted her other attention-getting tactics, she plays the "poop" card.

Ah, Emma. If she only knew the moral of the little boy who cried wolf, which we know (thanks to Ricky Gervais) is not "never tell a lie," but rather, "don't tell the same lie twice."