Fawkes and Phoenix have been with us for eight months now. Normally on these birthday
I could add, though, that Phoenix is continuing to get better at holding his bottle and both boys are doing a really good job pulling themselves up on things. This morning, Phoenix was on his knees holding himself up against a car seat. The other one was next to it, and he ended up moving from one to the other. I was watching him closely because he looked like he was going to reach out to the second car seat with his right hand, and I wanted to catch him if he fell. He did reach out and moved
Not to be totally outdone, Fawkes was leaning almost totally upright against his sit-up seat this afternoon. I wish I’d gotten a picture of it, because he just looked so casual doing it.
They seem to be interacting a little more. I haven’t seen it yet, but Tristen told me she got a video of Fakes having pulled down his crib bumper and seeing Phoenix in his crib and both of them getting a kick out of it. I guess it would be like if you were to accidentally pull down a whole wall, not really realizing there was anything on the other side, but then you find your buddy there, and you’re both like, “Hey! What are you doing here?”
Fawkes and Phoenix spent all of their in-home time in their room today, as they did yesterday. With the ceiling still missing from most of the dining room and dusty blown insulation from the 1950’s able to come down from up there, we want to keep them someplace where they won’t accidentally breathe in particulate matter. It’s gone decently well. There’s not as much room for them to move around so I have to pull them off each other a good bit. I played Mozart for them from my MacBook today. I’m sure they didn’t care.
Fawkes was very clingy and irritable for a good bit of the day. He was also very slobbery, but I still haven’t felt any tooth nubs. I do feel for them everyday with both boys.
On the subject of the ceiling, we had some contractors come out yesterday. They’ll be starting on fixing things Sunday I believe. Now I just have to come up with the money to cover our deductible.
We picked Milly up from her bus stop. School is canceled for tomorrow (again) due to a hurricane (again). This one’s name is Michael. It hit the Florida panhandle as a strong Cat 4, the strongest storm to ever hit the panhandle. Panama City is said to look like a nuclear bomb was dropped on it. It’s right at the intersection of Florida, Georgia, and Alabama now, but all the way up here in North Carolina
As I was saying though, the boys and I picked Milly up from her bus stop. They had their bottles while we waited. I told Milly she was spending the night since school’s out and asked if she wanted to get anything from her mom’s house. She decided to get some stuffed animals and wanted to walk with some of her friends from the bus.
We went to Costco after that because we didn’t have enough baby formula to make any more of it. We used out disaster relief EBT (food stamps) card. I wasn’t sure if Costco would take those or not, but they do. I’m not too proud to say I’m glad we’ve got that card. We had a lot of food to restock, but I feel really good about buying baby formula with it. I mean, we go through a lot of baby formula, and things are pretty tight for us right now.
Anyway, since we were only going in for one particular thing, I didn’t want to bother with taking the boys out of their seats, strapping them into a stroller, taking them back out, putting them back in. I contemplated carrying the car seats and letting Milly just carry the formula, but I was able to fit both car seats in a shopping cart (stably, I might add).
Milly mentioned that we get complimented on the boys when we’re out with them. I pointed out that she still gets lots of compliments, too.
Tristen was still sitting in her car when we got home, having just arrived from work herself. The boys were very happy to see her. Milly sequestered herself in her room
I told Milly about Oreo yesterday, by the way. I waited until we got home and I had the boys happy with their bottles so I could focus on her. I told her I had some bad news and told her that Oreo, her little Kenyan sand boa, had died. She was very, very upset. She cried for a while and I hugged her a bunch.
I got a message from Mr. Holland, the school librarian (also one of her best friends’ dad and someone I talk with a bit) messaged me today and said he felt terrible because he was chatting with her at lunch and had asked how Oreo was doing. I guessed that she got pretty emotional and he said she did, but the girls at the lunch table did a good job consoling her.We thought we were having family dinner at Torrie’s tonight, but there was a miscommunication and Laura and Craig were expecting everyone over at their house. It was after 6:00 by the time that was sorted out and we knew the boys wouldn’t do well going over there at that time. We sent Milly with Johnny, Torrie, Sebastian and Gabriel (whom Milly got to meet for the first time today) to have dinner with them. I came back and helped put the babies to bed then started on some work. Milly brought back some food for us though. It was essentially a Thanksgiving meal.
We thought we were having family dinner at Torrie’s tonight, but there was a miscommunication and Laura and Craig were expecting everyone over at their house. It was after 6:00 by the time that was sorted out and we knew the boys wouldn’t do well going over there at that time. We sent Milly with Johnny, Torrie, Sebastian and Gabriel (whom Milly got to meet for the first time today) to have dinner with them. I came back and helped put the babies to bed then started on some work. Milly brought back some food for us though. It was essentially a Thanksgiving meal.
Phoenix woke up a few minutes past 10:00, as he is wont to do. Tristen had talked about breaking him of that habit, which would involve letting him cry it out. She likes the idea of checking in on the baby every ten minutes so they know they haven’t been abandoned. I went in after talking to her about it at maybe 10:12. She didn’t make it ten minutes before she went in to get him. To her credit, he was screaming very loudly, although she didn’t get up last night when they were both crying around 3:00, so I’ll give her some credit. (I slept through that one.)
Side note: It’s amazing how he doesn’t wake Fawkes up every night doing that. It makes me think of how Cyclops and Havok, who are brothers, can’t hurt each other with their blasts. (X-Men nerddom, since most of the three people who will read this probably wouldn’t get the reference.)
At any rate, I took over feeding him, after which he decided to arch his back and wiggle around and fuss intermittently. I finally tried putting him down even though I didn’t think he was ready for it. He was, much to my surprise, quiet. Until, that is, I got one foot over the baby gate in the doorway. Tristen came back out after that and got him to settle down. She’s so much better at it than I am.
As I was just about to finish up here, I heard Phoenix fussing again. I checked the camera and he was flailing around a bit, but he found his WubbaNub and settled himself back down. Good job, kid!
Scratch that, he’s up again. Ugh. Hopefully he can handle it. Nope, went in and gave him his paci, but that made him angry. Tried to rock hi, but that made him angry. He did finally wake Fawkes up, so I put Phoenix down to find Fawkes’s paci, which also made him angry. Fawkes settled down, so I decided to just leave. Phoenix finally settled himself down after that.