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.
Elvis and his shopping cart. I can't tell if he's annoyed that I am taking his picture or that he isn't getting items on sale.
A happy Bibi snuggled in his car seat.
Iman, proud that she has climbed yet another object in our living room and has discovered how to get the baby wipes out of the container. (I know, thrilling commentary!)
Two seconds before grabbing for the phone.
Bibi dismantling the floor playmat and then showing that he could be a contortionist despite his wide girth.
Iman follows suit.
My little cutie loves when the sun hits the wall and playing with her shadow.
Bibi in his magazine shoot for Panera. "Got Panera?"
Bibi and Grammy snuggle over Christmas.
Sylvie enjoys her tunnel as a fun rolling chair.
Bibi begins his supervised petting of Figgy. He is usually very gentle until he gets excited and then poor Figgy goes the way of the bongo... repeated rhythmic smacking until Figgy flees.
Bath time with my cuties.
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.