Lock ‘em in

Um, I just looked at the blog and realized all my posts back to April 27 fit on one page.  That’s pretty pathetic.  So, I’m resolving to write more.  We’ll see how that goes.

Roxy is upset that Eleanor is now able to prusue her around the house to a certain extent.  7-month-old babies are really good at taking a handful of dog hair and skin and yanking unpleasantly.  I remember this phase with Carina, where the dogs realized the baby can MOVE and it changes their whole relationship.  Those pink things are no longer just interesting smells.

It also means it’s time to start closing the baby gates again.  I have to say, the baby gate phase is one I left joyfully behind when Carina grew out of them.  And here we are again with the double trouble.

We’re planning on heading down to Moody Gardens Plam Beach Park tomorrow with BAMOM.  I hope it goes OK.  The twins have been sick and sleeping an awful lot; Eleanor had a 101 deg fever yesterday.  I guess if it’s a bust our tickets only cost $12, but Carina will be dreadfully disappointed if we only get to stay half an hour.