Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Blueberry and Banana Pancakes.

 The babies are in a transitional period developmentally.  They're starting to say enough words so we can sort've get through a day together.  But they're still babies in the sense that they fall off chairs, though they insist they can sit (and stand) on them like "a big boy" or "a big girl".  Or they think they can eat ice cubes and not worry about choking, or they can cut oranges themselves with the knife they've figured out how to get out of the silverware drawer I swore was baby proofed, or they insist on going to the potty even though I know I'm going to strip their diaper off just to watch them play with the toilet paper and flush.  The problem with the potty scenario is I've got two babies, so if one is on the potty, the other is stripping their diaper off themselves, roaming freely around the house.  And, well, guess how that ends.  Even if you guessed right, you still need to push your imagination one step further.  Seriously.  Push yourself. 

And I'm not sure who taught them these expressions - "big boy" and "big girl."  I most certainly did not, and my actions are even more to the contrary.  I still try to rock them in my arms (at 30 and 25 lbs. respectively) and feed them milk from their sippy cups.  They play along for one or two rocks, but then even they seem a little freaked out by it.

Anyway, the point of my blog is this.  On Thanksgiving morning, I made blueberry and banana pancakes for breakfast.  And since that morning, I've been on a "pancakes for breakfast" kick.  I'm not eating them...really, I'm not...I mean, a bite here or there...with no syrup...but I digress.

Today we had the babies three year old friend over for my now famous blueberry and banana pancakes.  She lives around the corner from us.  She's a little older, and a littler more versed in how to behave when there's only one alphabet train to ride.  And as soon as she came in for her pancakes, I inadvertently bragged to her mom about what "great sharers" my two are, "even though they're younger", I continued on, "because, well, they have each other, you know, so they're used to having to share." 

It was like they heard me say it.  In fact, they did hear me say it.  And from that moment on, the entire morning became the worst morning in the history of the twins.  It was like the terrible twos started right then and there.  This morning at 9:15am a milestone was marked.  Thomas and Kate now have a before and an after.

I'm going to start feeding them oatmeal again tomorrow.

Photo taken by my neighbor Patty just after pancakes. Fortunately, we're still friends. And don't let the twins fool you.


  1. Do not fret, for we have all been there. lol Say they're good at something, and INSTANTLY, they will fail.
    A friend is going through the same thing with her twins, "They're great sharers!" "It's MINE!" is always the next thing out of their mouths.
    But don't worry, it does get better ...

    in about 14-15 years. :-)

  2. I made blueberry banana pancakes this morning and everyone broke! I need to know your secret. :)

  3. I'm making a formal request for a follow up blog with the recipe for banana and blueberry pancakes. Who's with me??

  4. patti elder scharf sea cliffDecember 1, 2010 at 11:20 PM

    Wow my daughter and I made it on the blog! Ok I need a moment ...tear.
    Seriously, no biggie. Nadine was just in calm spirits today. Trust me your turn will come to listen to Nadine have a terrible 3 moment! And it involves screaming and a hit.....not from me TO Me! Yes on the occasion Nadine takes a three year old kinda wack at me. Which leads to a timeout and lots of tears. SHE didn't understand what a time out was or grasp the concept till almost 3 or she was playing me like a fool... hmmmmmmm

    We had a blast! Love coming over and Nadine spoke of ur pancakes Tonight.

  5. Wow. Look at Ms. Thang up there in the new picture. Pancakes aren't the only thing sizzling around here!