Harry Potter and the...

Most of you know my husband, and many of you think of him as the mild mannered, soft spoken man he appears to be in public. This is not so. Not at all. When Richard comes home from work, our dull, rather mundane routine sparkles with new witticisms, which he will repeat until he gets a genuine laugh.

So to celebrate the release of the new Harry Potter movie, here's some of our favorites: (these are best read quickly out loud, between fits of giggles. Maybe you should drink some milk, so it can spew out your nose..)

Harry Potter and the Horse Header's Phone (Sorcerer's Stone)
Harry Potter and the Stranger at Recess (Chamber of Secrets)
Harry Potter and the Whsitlin' Turd of Pakistan (Prisoner of Askaban)
Harry Potter and the Goblins on Fire (Goblet of Fire)
Harry Potter and the Odor of the Beatnik (Order of the Phoenix)
Harry Potter and the Bloody Half of a Prince (Half-Blooded Prince)
Harry Potter and the Lefty Waldos (Deathly Hallows)

I actually habitually refer to book four as the Goblins on Fire, some of these jokes have been going on for so long.

Has it really been three weeks?!

Richard has rewritten the lyrics to Shattered Dreams by Johnny Hates Jazz to describe the color and consistency of Josh's poo and so has taken to wandering through the house humming:
You're givin' me (givin' me)
nothing but cottage cheese (cottage cheese)
mixed all up with broccoli (broccoli)
served up in your paaaaaaaants...

Anatomy according to Sam

Sam is recovering from a pretty bad sunburn, and so his skin has started to peel off. When he noticed this, apparently he had this conversation with Zannah (Grandma):

Sam: Ohno, my skin is coming off!
Zannah: Oh, don't worry Sam, it's okay.
Sam: No it's not! because if my skin comes off then my insides will fall out!

And how can you argue with logic like that?

And now, Introducing....

Just keeping the blog updated, ya'll. So it's been a week and everything is going smoothly. Joshua continues to be one of the sweetest babies I have ever seen, Richard is (absolutely) the most wonderful husband and father in the world, and my recovery is progressing well.
Josh is like a mix between a newborn and a one month old baby,probably because of his weight. He still has all the quirky newborn mannerisms- like mystery smiles, bizarre hand gestures, staring into space, and my personal favorite: "what do I do with this huge noggin?" But he also eats plenty, sleeps better than we expected, and has the most patient, calm disposition that I have ever seen.
Richard deserves a gold star. He's been staying up with Josh at night so I can get plenty of rest, he comes home early from work just to check on us, and he's never once lost patience with me, even though I'm a bit of a mess right now. He's one truly great man.
I'm recovering better than I expected, but it's slow going for sure. It's frustrating to be home and be unable to do the many things I am accustomed to, and I have to keep reminding myself that a c-section is a major surgery. Sometimes I feel like I went through this:


But mostly I feel more like I was attacked by these two:


So don't ask me how I'm doing unless you really want to know! love you all, thanks for your prayers and support-

a little more Moore to go around

Hello cyberspace. This is Richard at the microphone. Usually my wife shapes clever little blog posts, but with an urgent need for baby pics fast, my ham-handed blogification will have to suffice. Joshua David Moore was borne at 12:27 PM on June 16, 2009. He weighed in at a whopping 9 lbs 13 oz, though he's surely broken 10 lbs by now (investment hint: buy enfamil stock, sales are heading up!). He's healthy and beautiful (who says "we just had an ugly kid"?). The extra weight may make him sturdy enough to survive the often lethal play techniques that Hannah and Sam continue to develop. Sarah is in a lot of pain, but she is recovering well. We hope to have her home Thursday or Friday evening.

David and Goliath

Months ago we decided on naming our cute, adorable little baby boy Joshua David. But after my doctor's visit Friday, we're thinking of renaming him Joshua Goliath. Because the kid is estimated to weigh a whopping 9 pounds 8 ounces. (probably more, the doctor confesses, these estimates tend to run low)

How a little girl like me made a behemoth like that is beyond my understanding. But it sure explains why I have been feeling so ridiculously tired and hurt-y (a hannah phrase). Oh, and why my belly is so huge it has it's own orbit. Why I got stopped in Wal-mart by a lady who wanted to know when my twins were due.

Tuesday is the day. Wish me luck.

Slip and Slosh

Saturday was a summery and sunny day, so we slip and slid. They had a blast, so much so that later, at seven, after dinner, and bathtime, and storytime, Sam wanted to go out and play again. Nice try kid.

(I tried getting some motion blur with Hannah's slide...but it ended up being just mostly blur.)

The sliding was fun, but it was more fun to splash in the pool at the end.


Medusa Hair, anyone?