Two more daily galleries from the state fair.

Spider prank in the horse barn:

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and the goat judging:

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What makes Bailey and Netta different?

Netta and Bailey do have a lot of things in common.  They both have strawberry blonde hair.  They both have fair, smooth complexions.  They both weigh just over 19lbs.  They are both 10+ months old and they both share most of the same DNA.  But there are many things that make them different.  For posterity I thought I'd make a list of our current observations so that we may compare as they age.  Who knows?  Maybe they will change.  Maybe some of these things will stay the same.  Either way, here goes:

Netta does these things:

    -grabs and climbs aggressively
    -eats like a barbarian.  She really "gloms" her food and makes a total mess of herself
    -makes a raspberry sound, complete with flying spit.  She will even do it on command occasionally
    -makes vocal sounds that remind me of Animal, from the Muppets
    -tries to climb out of her highchair or stroller if not strapped in securely
    -LOVES LOVES LOVE to nurse
    -bites randomly
    -will often crawl to me, whining, when she needs a clean diaper
    -can really scream when she cries
Bailey tends to do these things:
    -eat daintily.  Often she doesn't even need a bib
    -rolls her tongue like she is speaking a Spanish R
    -has a throaty, almost Kathleen Turner voice
    -laughs at peekaboo books
    -will turn the pages of a board book!
    -pinches randomly
    -can effectively drink from a cup
    -LOVES to play instruments, especially the mini-cymbals and shaker eggs
I am really enjoying having these lovely girls, or gifts, in our family.  They are a real treat to be with and love.  Thank you, Universe, for the greatest gifts I never knew I wanted!

State Fair.

I’m working on location at the State Fair for the next week or more. Fun and exhausting. Each day I’m shooting a few photos based on a theme, any theme. Today’s was blue ribbon winning veggies.

And I’m also collecting a daily mystery audio clip. Here’s a link to the first one. What is it? Visit our facebook page to get each on as they arrive:
http://www.facebook.com/PioneerPress

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Super big boy, medium girls.

Bailey and Netta had their 10-month checkup recently (actually, supposed to be 9-month but we were late…). They are middle of the road in every way physically. perhaps the crazy tall gene given to Art and Lew was divided between the girls. Lewis, though. My god. I just took him to his 3-year appointment (actually 3 and a half…again, late), and he’s in the 99th percentile for height. 96th for weight. crazy! The nurse wrote all his statistics down and then sorta looked at Lewis and then at me, concerned. “How tall are you?” I had always thought Arthur was going to be the taller of the two boys, but Lewis clearly has something else planned. He’s one big boy.

Bailey’s stats.
Netta’s stats.
Lewis’ crazy stats.

I wish I’d had a camera.

Just a week left before Art starts his thirteen year journey through school and before Lewis starts his first week of preschool. We are living it up this week, home together with no appointments or classes or camps or other engagements. I must admit I was worried about the boys fighting a lot, being cooped up while the girls have to be home napping twice a day, or just plain getting sick of each other. But I also didnt’ feel like making all kinds of play dates and arrangements. I don’t know. I just wanted to go at it just ourselves. I’m glad I did. These last two days have been quite wonderful for the Parker Garvin Quintet. The boys have been playing beautifully together, have a sort of mini-love fest. I wonder if it’s because they somehow know they will be seeing less of each other real soon? All I know is they were literally rolling on the floor of the optometrist lobby this morning holding each other and saying, “I love you!” (Optometrist? I have glasses now.) This morning they played intensely with a tub of rice. I put a cardboard divider in the middle with holes and they spent over an hour passing the rice through the holes with some predetermined goal, giving each other directions, asking each other how it was going on the other’s side and if they had enough rice yet. Then they moved inside and did something with blocks and cars before we left to pick up my glasses. I sure have enjoyed watching them these last two days. Just a few left before school starts. I’m happy for them to have each other.

Nature day.

Today we visited the Eloise Butler Wildflower Garden and Bird Sanctuary. It’s just an extraordinary little eden. I could go on about the wonderful little trails for the kids to run on, the varied landscape (marsh, grassland, ferns galore), the smart little labels they have on plants to tell you what they are (Jessica especially digs this), the little educational cabin where the kids were able to touch and feel bones and fur and have their many questions answered by a naturalist, the many many butterflies and insects and flowers in bloom, but instead I’ll just post some photos.

I had fun pushing our capable stroller through the narrow trails.

While I wasn’t looking Netta, the especially grabby of the girls, grabbed a perfectly innocent flower and immediately began to rip the pedals off like a MAD DOG!
A photo of two wild turkeys! Ahh ha ha ha ha.

Sweeping challenge.

Nearly every time Jess or I sweep, the girls follow. They see the broom, all the fun little bits of food and hair and other tiny things to choke on and they just go for it! And they’re getting fast, which means you have to sweep fast. A video would’ve demonstrated this better but instead I have a bunch of sorta lame photos showing a girl (Bailey I think) clearly following Jessica through the kitchen. I grabbed the camera late, she initially started in the dining room, went through the kitchen and ended up in the entry way. Nearly a full circle! The extra special challenge is to remember to bring the dustpan with you. Otherwise, you have to sweep so far ahead of your baby that you give yourself enough time to race back and grab the dust pan and race back to sweep up the choking bits before your baby is choking (or just gnawing on something unpleasant).

The baby whisperer.

I know this video might seem rough but Art has this amazing sense with the babies. He seems to know their physical limit and enjoys taking them right to it. He can poke and push hard and prod and they’ll laugh and giggle. My first reaction is, “Arthur, more gentle please!” But the truth is I’m speaking more to my own sense of caution then to the situation between Arthur and his chosen baby. He’s tuned in to her mood, her readiness to be physical and silly, and just goes with it. He’s a baby whisperer! And anyway, he’s usually the first to try and sooth an upset baby. The last thing he’d want to do is cause even a tiny bit of harm. He loves them!