Something strange in the neighborhood

This is a series of pictures of our carpets. Why? Because they give a pretty good measure of the strange precipitation depositing itself upon us today. I realize this is trivial for you from the frozen wastelands of the north, but we purposefully selected our location based on lack of white stuff. So at about 9 am rain turned to sleet and then snow.

and started accumulating on our carpets (which were drying on the deck)

at about 9:30am

11 am

1 pm

(In case you were wondering why we were trying to dry our carpets in the snow... well, the weatherman is rather known for hyping up the bad weather potentials so while they predicted possible snow, I don't think they really meant this much snow. Oh... and I forgot yesterday when we were washing caffeine puke -another story- off of the one that it was supposed to snow/rain today. So now they will be out there waiting to dry on the next sunny day which will probably be in about 3 weeks. )

maternal instincts

So we're (sort of) settling in to life with a new baby. Apparently it has stirred maternal instincts all around.

Pooch and Fuzzy Bear are getting their diapers changed

Fuzzy Bear also gets swaddled, dressed in Eskil's clothes and put to sleep in the Boppy

And Uc worries about our qualifications as parents any time we let Eskil cry for more than a second.

If this keeps up poor Eskil is going to have 4 mothers!

The Literalist

When Adisu first came home, it was pretty hard to determine his personality. But slowly it is emerging. One thing we have noticed is that he takes things very literally. Very.

One day he was in the bath. I came in and told him to scrub himself off. Guiding his actions, I started saying "scrub your toes, scrub your legs, scrub your bum..." and then left, thinking the message of scrubbing progressively up the body was clear. I came back about 10 minutes later to find him still scrubbing that same spot on his bum. Apparently it wasn't so clear.

Yesterday Tayta was sweeping the floor for us. Not wanting underfoots to redistribute the dirt pile, she said, "watch the dirt!". To which Adisu came running into the kitchen to---watch the dirt.

Oh the joys of language learning and personality combining and clashing at the same time. ;)