Thanks to everyone who posted their concerns about the twins. Both are still battling colds, but we're confident they're getting a little better by the day. Morgan's bout with croup is behind her, and now her biggest concern is the glaze running from her little nostrils, to which she draws our attention by simply saying, "Nose!" in her very cute little voice, which no longer carries the rasp it had last week. Liam could let the stuff drain all day (and, like a typical guy, find something completely inappropriate on which to wipe it - like my shirt) and it wouldn't bother him. As soon as Morgan feels the least bit of moisture on or near her philtrum, however, it's, "Nose!" - and like the royalty she believes she is, expects it to be immediately wiped with a clean, soft tissue. And we usually reinforce her monarchical fantasy by doing exactly that.
The twins will turn two on November 30th - and no, we have no idea where two years went, really - although this last week has actually felt more like a month. Since they don't obsess over chronology at this point, we decided we wouldn't, either - and since their health had provided us all with a rather traumatic time over the last 7 days, we made the decision to give them their 'big' birthday gift early. So, we brought them downstairs this past Saturday morning to introduce them to their new -
Playhouse!
I'll let the pictures do the talking for a bit.
First snack in the new 'crib':
...and just for fun, Janne took this (all the playhouse pictures, actually) after I had quietly finished putting the playhouse together late on Friday night so it would be ready for them on Saturday morning. Yes, even with the hip replacement, I can curl up inside a kid's playhouse.
When I take Liam and Morgan to our daycare provider on the way to work in the morning, they have a tendency to immediately move toward the playhouse she has set up in her living room. However, it turns out it's a good thing we gave them their 'home' playhouse early, because the 'daycare' playhouse got replaced this past weekend with a Christmas tree!
This next picture has nothing to do with any of the above - but it's a bit of a glimpse into Morgan's nature and personality. While I had her on the change table last Thursday, she was enjoying letting her favourite elephant, Elly, bask in the sun, and was holding her out and turning her in different directions, so that Elly could fully benefit from the sun's warming rays. What makes it such a 'Morgan moment' is because - all the while - our little girl was feeling like complete crap. Her face lets you know that she's simply not herself - the drooping eyelids, and that stuffed-up look - yet she didn't want to keep Elly from enjoying a sunny moment on the table.
A final note on Morgan:
She loves to say 'Bless You' when someone sneezes, but it doesn't end there. She also says 'Bless You' when I cough, or even clear my throat. It's really quite lovely when it happens, but this morning was especially nice. Taking her lead, I've decided to say 'Bless You, Morgan' when she sneezes or coughs (she hasn't yet learned how to clear her throat - which, by the way, as a 'radio professional', I can tell you - isn't a good practice anyway, because it's hard on your vocal cords). This morning, after she coughed, I quickly responded with a 'Bless You, Morgan.'
Again, she trumped me, by responding with, 'Bless You, Daddy.'
Thank you, baby girl. I'm definitely blessed already.
