First clinic visit with the babes was a comedy of errors. But it wasn’t funny anymore when I realized the appointment had take over TWO HOURS! First was the incompetent woman who made the appointment over the phone and needed the names spelled three times before confirming everything was all set. Set for confusion! Because when I arrived to check in the next day they had Matta B and Villy A Garvin. What!?! So that took a while to get resolved. Then the weight and length took a lot of double checking and rechecking and correcting in the computer. Then the doc came in, now with the right names. He said that Netta had already reached her birth weight, by day six. Well, that sounded really wrong. Then I inquired some more. Whoever had assigned the babies’ names to their medical records had Bailey as the A, first out baby and Netta as the B baby. So then I had to stay and get that resolved so their records would be correct. What a disaster!

"Sometimes they have one eye.  Sometimes they have eyes all over their bodies.  What if they had a really long tongue, you could play jump rope with?!  What if they had a tongue so long, it was like a road and you could drive on it all the way into their mouth!"

I love this picture of Ben that our friend Jeff Guntzel, Si’s dad, took two years ago. It’s of Ben shooting the RNC convention, protected from tear gas by a mask. We only met Jeff last year. He took this picture when he was freelancing for a local news rag and recently realized, while sorting through photos for something else, that he had a pic of his new friend Ben! Pretty cool. I like it a lot. It shows Ben in his element, alert and ready to be arrested…

Tonight Arthur went to his friend Henry and Ben's house for dinner (prepared by their dad Graham, their mom was working). It has been a highly anticipated night out for Art since we made the plans a few days ago. Graham is a fun dad who speaks perfect boy-language. For example, in inviting Art he asked if he'd like to come over and eat spaghetti and poopballs. This was a totally hilarious joke and brought up often each day until Art headed over for dinner tonight.

When Art got back tonight he immediately told us that he ate spaghetti and poop. Meatballs in the shape of poop! Graham had rolled the sausage out into nice long rolls. So funny! And surprisingly, Art said he peed in his pants, something he hasn't done in ages. But upon further retelling of his evening, it was made clear he peed cause of extreme laughter (as far as I know, only I and my brother Josh have been able to achieve this). According to Art, Graham had asked his younger 3-year-old son Ben to shake his hand and then there was loud fart. "And then asked Ben to do it again and he farted AGAIN!"