white christmas

My parents came for a visit just in time for Boston's first real snow storm of the season.  Even so, they got to spend some quality time with the grandkids which is obviously the point of the visit.

Here are Bibi and Sylvie enjoying a meal together and looking more like twins than Bibi and Iman do.

After Beau and Katie split town for Chicago, we headed down to Connecticut for the day to visit with Aunt Janet, Alicia, Nikki and Wes and Ben.   We got to see their new kitchen and Nikki about to burst with a bundle of joy of her very own.

Grammy and Iman during one of her now very rare quiet times.  When she was a newborn, Iman took many naps in my arms and Grammy's.  It has been a while, but it looks like she and Grammy fell right into the groove again.

Grampa or Pepere... or "The Man", hopefully he will decide on one name for his grandkids to call him before any of them is talking.  Personally, I think he will hear them say Pepere a lot sooner than "The Man".  I still remember Beau calling our grandfather Pepper.

And then of course for your viewing pleasure please find (wording I always used way back when I had a job and wrote transmittals) posted below a few videos that show us all in varying states of foolish as we coo and goo and gaw at the babies.  Thankfully, I don't have footage showing all the babies tricks.  Iman and Tayeb both are clapping now and it never failed that every time one of them clapped we all did the same in glee.  I think we are definitely the ones performing tricks to entertain the babies.

What it would be like if I had triplets instead of twins and video number two is Bibi the somewhat willing participant in a dance routine.

This is just plain funny because my father is singing in a little girl voice mainly because he had no idea I was filming rather than just taking a picture.  If only he were singing "I feel pretty", that would be priceless.  I guess I have to wait for the next visit for that.

And last but certainly not least, Iman beginning her brain washing for Notre Dame football.  The babies brought the Irish a bit of good luck, they won their first bowl game in over ten years, too bad it was the Tidy Bowl.

belated thanks

Since the babies were born I have not sent one thank you note.  I write this in shame, I have several written and the list of who to thank grows ever longer as the babies get older, but I have not addressed, stamped and sent these thank you's.  I still have hopes that I will eventually get these cards out... what's the Emily Post on this one, do I have a year like the wedding gift rule?  Do I have some twin exemption?  Anyway, I have a few photo thank you's below.  Maybe I can do them all this way, more fun all around.

We went almost nine months without matching each other, but here we are thanks to Christiane, "the perfect pair".

Here is Miss Iman playing with her Ugly dolls (it's really their name, I am not being mean) thanks to Dawn.  It seems like she is having words with them and is generally upset that they aren't responding.

Here we are at our last day of our Caterpillar class at Isis.  Bibi and Iman were two of the oldest babies in the class and often showed the other babies and mommies what was coming soon... giddyap!

I have asked my mom to find baby pictures of me that show that Iman takes after me and not her dad, but so far I have only seen a 1973 version of Bibi in purple outfits.

Cool hand Bibi chilling with his daddy.

He has practiced his bongo playing, pretty much everything becomes a drum, the table, his booster seat tray and even Amine's face.  It all works out since Iman is more of a dancer, she needs someone to lay down the beat.