Sam and Claire go to the Liquor Store

Liz cared for the babies today while Lynn went to work making the world safe for tracing your family history. Sam and Claire spent a lot of time outside with Liz.

I came home at 5:30 so Liz could hand off the children to me. Liz reported on their day. Claire declined to have her afternoon nap. What a surprise. Sam was fussy after he woke up from his. What a surprise. There was stuff about Claire I am not allowed to write in the blog. Liz cooked the babies a frittata.

After Liz left, Sam and Claire and I crawled around the first floor of our house. Claire and I held hands and walked back and forth from the front door to the kitchen and back. Sam and I chased one another back and forth in the kitchen.

Finally, I pulled the baby backpack out of the basement, put socks and a coats on Sam and Claire, and put Sam in the backpack. Sam didn't like it. He whined and complained and whined. I held Claire in my arms, put Sam on my back, and we went into the street. Sam and Claire and I calmed down once we got outside. There is way too much going on outside to be fussy.

We walked past the Chinese restaurant. We walked past the Monster toy and game store. We walked past Mayflower poultry. Sam looked. Claire looked. Claire waved. Then we went to 660 Liquors (at 660 Cambridge St.). The woman behind the counter said, "Look it's the Twins. They're getting so big. God bless 'em." Sam tried to grab a bottle of wine as we walked to the the coolers in the back.

We picked out a big bottle of Chimay ale made by Trappist monks who support the culture of life. As we paid for the beer, an old woman in the store talked to the babies in Portuguese. We walked back home. Claire listened to Cat in the Hat while Sam chewed on the cork.

Mom came home. We played some more, changed the babies into their pajamas, turned down the lights and put them to bed. Goodnight moon. Goodnight noises everywhere.