Before I tell this lovely story let me give you a little background information.  Every Christmas the Haymond tradition is to meet at Mamo and Papa’s house (Mike’s grandparents) and eat Hawaiian pancakes.  This is a recipe that Papa made up.  In the pancake batter you add coconut, pineapple, and other things I can’t remember.  Then, before you eat it, you cover it with melted butter, powdered sugar and sliced bananas.  They try to eat as many as they can.  I say they because I have never become a huge fan and I guess that is why I am not yet a true Haymond.  Well, Mallory shares my feelings about the pancakes.  

At our house we eat Waffles for breakfast, hardly ever pancakes. Well, this morning I only had enough milk to make pancakes.  When Mallory woke up I got her a pancake and cut it up.  She looked at it and started screaming, like out of control, throw yourself on the floor, kicking and shrieking.  She wouldn’t even talk to me she was so upset.  I figured out that she did not want a pancake.  She would not settle down.  I just kept saying, “Eat your pancake”.  She made the babies cry she was so loud.  So I decided to ignore her and help Jack and Annie.  I put Jack in the tub which is always a hoot (I’ll have to post about that later). Jack being in the tub distracted Mal enough that she started to settle down so  I asked her if she could tell me her problem.

She said, ” I hate pancakes.”

I said, “You like waffles and pancakes better than cereal.”

She said, “No I don’t. I hate pancakes.”

I said “Pancakes taste just like waffles but without the bumps.”

She said,”No, I ate one at Mamo’s and at the cabin and I hate them.”

I said, “I didn’t make Hawaiian pancakes. I just made waffles that are flat.”

She said, “OH” and went to the kitchen and ate her flat waffle!

Talk about a breakdown in communication!!!!!

No I’m not talking about Jack’s new ability to crawl anywhere and pull himself up to anything.  Or Annie trying to copy Jack (although this new adventure may be the death of me).  The end has come to my life as a nursing mother.  The twins have kept me awake every night for as long as I can remember, which is not long because I am so tired.  I have been nursing them every other meal and at night.  But on Tuesday at 4am after being awake for way way way too long I decided that the reason these two don’t think they need to sleep is because they think I need them to be with me.  Well I have thrown in the towel.  After 8 1/2 months I am done. And I don’t know if there really is a connection between nursing and sleep but the last two nights the only person who has kept me up is Hailey who has a bad cough.  So it is with mixed feelings that we move on! Silly babies!

About 4 days ago we discovered, to our mixed excitement and horror, that our house had once again been infested by the dreaded Crawly Monster. After having successfully removed the previous Crawly Monster a few years back, we were a bit alarmed to find that this new monster has taken up residence and is making itself quite at home.

These tiny creatures are fairly easy to identify and are only occasionally thought of as a pests, but they are always accompanied by the removal of objects from shelves near ground level. There are many precautions that can be taken to protect against the Crawly Monster, but the most effective option seems to be capturing the beast and then detaining it within a high chair, play-pen or bouncy saucer thingy. It’s usually pretty easy to to predict this particular type of infestation, but just in case you’re not sure what to look for we thought we would share the few pictures we were able to snap during one of the beasts recent rampages through the girls room. BEWARE!!