Posts Tagged ‘Twins’

January Snowstorm Pictures

Cheese or turkey?

My boys are having a party. And apparently everyone’s invited, if they like cheese. Turkey was considered and dismissed, because “everybody likes turkey” and they want an exclusive guest list, apparently.

Blogging from the beach

D is getting more bold than C these days. Twins are funny about little personality flips like that. We’re at the beach this afternoon, enjoying the 75 degree sunshine, and D shooed away a dog that got too close to his sand pit. C hid by me. The boys are always nervous around dogs, but D didn’t want that dog near his sand.

There are bunches of mermaid purses, and quite a few pieces of horseshoe crabs (C is using one as a shovel). Winter beaches are always interesting. The surfers are out, though the waves are nothing to brag about as usual. A few people on horseback, which you don’t see much of in Va Beach. C is a little nervous of the horses. I don’t blame him, my feelings about horses are well known. Apparently there’s a place at 27th Street now where you can rent a horse by the hour or half hour. Insert your own dirty joke here.

They’ve already got the Christmas light sculptures up, too. They’re mildly interesting at best, but driving down the boardwalk (normally not allowed) to see them at night is kind of fun.

Stopped at Dairy Queen at 17th on the boardwalk so the boys could have “banilla ice cream on the cone”. They proclaimed it m’num and are eating up. It’s a good day for adventure. And banilla ice cream.

New videos

Chickens hatching their eggs:

Killing pygmies:

Juice is m’num:

Today they are five

My kids turn 5 today. It’s a strange thought. It doesn’t seem like they should be this old. They had pancakes for breakfast, I made a train-shaped cake and put their names on it in red frosting (the cake didn’t cook properly in the middle, stupid shaped pan), and they seem happy. It finally stopped raining so I want to take them somewhere, but unfortunately it’s Memorial Day so most places are closed.

C says he doesn’t want to be five, because it’s not his favorite number. He wants to be four. D is cool with being five.