Doings and Look-Alikes

Things have been pretty chill around here, which is how we like it. We like to keep a non-busy schedule that is nonetheless structured around work, play, and long naps. We don't rush, rush, rush very much, and when we do, we get flustered. The last few weeks the big boys have been attending "kindergarten boot camp" every Thursday evening, and while they've been enjoying it and we've been enjoying their exploits, it makes for busy, car-centric Thursdays. So of course I'm ready for that to be done. How will our family respond to school? We will probably all have simultaneous nervous breakdowns.

I have no earth-shattering, spiritually enlightening, thought-provoking blog posts for you. I actually have very little soupy brain matter to spare, as H was not content with his developmental leaps last week and has decided to get his second tooth this week and HE WANTS YOU ALL TO KNOW THAT IT SUCKS. Seriously, it's insane, and neither he nor I is getting enough sleep, and also the amber necklace is on and I'm not seeing an appreciable difference yet. I am willing to concede that, yes, we just got it last week, so I'll give it time. I'll continue to look at it all askance, though. It's in my nature.

Anyway, with a noticeable lack of anything awesome to say, I'll give you some photos and ramble on like the doting mother I am. Feel free to bail here. I still love ya.

Here is the Raisin Baby, having a fabulously messy lunch consisting of pancakes, cheese, bread, and blackberries.

He had blackberries oozing down his thighs. A bath immediately followed this lunch.

And all those books that are housed within his grubby reach? They need baths, too.

Next, in the nature of all mothers of multiple kids everywhere, I am amazed at how alike two of my children look. And no, I'm not talking about the twins. Sure, they look very similar, but they are not identical; they have always had distinctly different features, not to mention personalities. But J and his wee brother H? So alike. So eerily alike.

I present to you a picture of J at just over 8 months:

(If I remember correctly, at this age he developed a slight orange tint due to his devotion to sweet potatoes.)

(That ugly doll is so dead behind him, you guys.)

And a recent photo of H, at just over 7 months:

I don't know, maybe you don't see it, but seriously, their resemblance is uncanny. In five years I'm going to have a mini-J running around here, his red, curly, cowlicked hair unruly to the max.

Yes, he is only wearing a shirt in this photo. I have no idea why, I promise he is usually wearing cloth diapers. And an amber necklace. And chewing on a Sophie giraffe. Thus making our hippie trifecta complete.

And just so you know: Now I'm going through pictures of the twins at this age, peering at their open mouths, thinking, Did they have teeth? And you know what? Because I do not keep formal baby books and hadn't yet started a blog, I will never know.

Let this be a lesson to all lazy mothers everywhere.

Okay, done rambling. I hope your weekend is as wonderful, warm, and relaxing as ours promises to be.