Our Kids

Don’t forget to check out our Flickr site: The Haslup Girls. Mystique put up some new pictures today that are great on their own but when you throw in her captions they are absolutely awesome.

Other than that, “nothing new”

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So I see now that chatty cathy prefers to do one GIANT post rather than daily “nothing news” like me, what a team:)

For a week or so now, Piper has been consistently grabbing at our favorite toy, a soft duck with chewable hands and feet named Mr. Waddles. Yesterday Mystique tucked Mr. Waddles’ feet into piper’s waistband which she absolutely loved… a lot of times she’ll have Mr. Waddles in her hands but drop him to one side. Then her friend is gone and she loses interest.

But not this time! Now Mr. Waddles was totally in Piper’s grill (or bill, in duck-speak) and she couldn’t get enough of him. She was smiling, laughing, poking, cooing, kicking. It was fun.

That went on for a good ten minutes, or so, at which point she had enough and let me know by pushing out her bottom lip and crying. You can’t blame her, though… I mean, how long would you want a duck in your pants?

This morning Piper and I were playing with Mr. Waddles and I decided to see how Lela liked him. Usually she couldn’t care less… not that she doesn’t like ducks (who doesn’t like ducks?), but she just hasn’t been that grabby. Until, it seems, today! The second I put Mr. Waddles on her tummy, her eyes grew wide (er) and she immediately grabbed at him, snagging his floppy hat and bill, bringing him close to her face. Pretty cool. She enjoyed playing with him for about three minutes at a time. I didn’t risk anymore since Lela tends to flip her emotions 180 degrees seemingly just to keep us on our toes.

Speaking of which… we went to our favorite burger place on saturday for what we hoped would be a nice quiet, early (it was 11:30) lunch with the girls.

Ahh, but Lela had other ideas. Maybe she didn’t like the smell of meat, or it could have been the bright red wall, or actually some other thing that only Lela knows, but she just cranked up a cry and would not stop. We thought it was cute, of course, and really none of the other four patrons really cared, but we tried everything. We had just gotten our burgers and tried taking shifts… Mystique walked around with her, which seemed to quiet her down, but whenever she came back to the table, out came the cry.

I tried walking around with her, going inside and outside, sh-sh-sh’ing so much that I almost fell asleep. But the minute I got back to the table (to count my fries), cry.start(lela). (haha, geek humor).

So we got some to-go containers and got out of there. We drove the girls to Lube-Alley, got the double jogger out, and walked around while some nice folks changed the oil in the trooper.

That was pretty much our weekend… Sunday was a day of mowing and cleaning, all of which we’re looking forward to the girls doing in a couple years. The girls have been great, lately… they’ve been getting tired earlier which means they’ll get up once during the night and then usually ready to be entertained around 6am, or so. Can’t really complain about that.

Mystique did an unofficial weighing of Piper on Saturday and she came in at around 14 lbs. Lela has an ultrasound scheduled for friday just to take a peek at her hips. It’s a standard thing for any breached baby. It’ll be kind of funny going back to the ultrasound… we had many appointments there, I think Mystique will hop up on the bed out of habit.

That’s it for now!