Antics and escapades of Locke and Lola, twins in action.

19 July 2006

Field Trip

















One of the nice things about where we moved to almost one year ago is that you can drive about 20 minutes to a beautiful organic dairy farm that's not only open to the public, but has a cafe with fresh ice cream and yogurt that's open every day, and a weekly organic farmer's market. Mimi and I took Locke and Lola there when she came to visit recently.

We drove out one Friday afternoon, hoping the kids would nap in the car on the way. Instead they peered out the windows, pointing at trees, barns, houses, and birds, and calling everything "duck", because that's the word they've chosen for everything from ducks to buildings to abstract mathmatical equations.

When we arrived, we were told to make ourselves at home and feel free to wander around to the barn and chicken coup, and that the cows would be parading in to be milked at 4pm.

We had a little time so we strolled around to the chicken coup, which was the biggest hit with Lola and Locke. Lola was a little cautious, standing a respectable distance from the groups of birds, pointing, and saying "duck, duck, duck." She did, at one point, try to take off with their water feeder but realized it was a bit large to carry around the farm, so she left it for their further use.

Locke was, not too surprisingly, a little more emboldened. He squealed with delight at the multitudes of pecking chickens. He would get right up in their faces, pointing and (taking Lola's lead) calling them ducks. I guess chickens have been called worse because they tolerated his advances fairly well. Only when he'd run up quickly upon them would they scatter. But he was relentless in his pursuit. Every time I tried to take a picture of Mimi and Lola, I'd have to run after Locke, who would be running toward a large piece of farm equipment or a ravine, chasing a chicken.

After wrestling them away from the chickens, we took Lola and Locke into the cafe for a refreshing cup of fruity yogurt. It's more liquidy than most store-bought yogurts so it's served in cups with straws. Locke and Lola had never used straws before, but got the hang of it very quickly. We sat inside, near the windows overlooking the farm, sipping our yummy yogurt and enjoying the cool breeze.

When we finished, we walked down to the barn, where the cows were just walking in to be milked. The attendant washed each one's underside and hooked milking pumps on their utters. Within seconds, the milk was pouring into giant bottles. As we watched this with the twins, all I could think about was the first few months of Lola's and Locke's lives, when I had to pump after every breastfeeding to keep up my milk production enough to continue to breastfeed twins. I wondered if the cows were as bored as I was, hooked up and unable to move while that precious liquid flowed into the holding containers. At least I was able to read or talk on the phone while I pumped. But what I really wanted was to be holding either Lola or Locke. I wondered if the cow was wishing she was feeding her calf instead of countless human kids whose moms buy her home farm's label. It was all a little too personal for me. But Locke and Lola seemed to enjoy it.

After the milking, we stopped back by the cafe for a taste of their homemade ice cream. It was Lola and Locke's first ice cream experience and it appeared to be something they wouldn't mind trying again. Like, maybe every day.

After the ice cream we strolled through the farmer's market on our way to the car.

I could get used to a place like this. Although I've always considered myself a downtown girl, there's certainly something to love about a beautiful place in the country. And since we live in an urban area, with no backyard for Lola and Locke, I'm glad I have places like this to take them, so they can get a feel for the country and experience nature at its best.

14 July 2006

Your Fighting Technique is Unstoppable

I have a goal. And that goal is to regain at least half the fitness I had right before I got pregnant. At that time, Kelly and I were running and exercising quite often -- sometimes even getting up on Saturday mornings at 6:00 to run a race. I look back on that now like I looked back on my college days of going out almost every night and trying to drag myself to class the next day. At least my afternoon classes. Anyway, in retrospect, it seems crazy. But at that point, it made sense. We were young(er), fit, competitive. And both of us have athletic histories. (I can't make any sense of the crazy college behavior so I won't even try to justify it.)

Now my desire to get into shape is motivated by something completely different. They're named Locke and Lola.

It's not hard to imagine, now that they're not just walking but running everywhere, that it takes much more strength and stamina on my part to keep them safe, clean, fed, and happy. And they're also getting bigger and heavier with each passing day so lifting and carrying them requires major muscle power.

But there's more to it than just the ordinary growth and development of the twins that's challenging to the mere mortal mom. It's also their new cunning defense moves. I don't know how they each thought of, practiced and perfected their techniques at such a young age, but they have and, dang it, the moves work.

I named Locke's technique "the noodle." It began several months ago when I'd try to pick him up to take him to the diaper-changing area. Evidently, he anticipated the diaper change. In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have said things like, "Hmmm, I think someone's pooooopy." But I really didn't feel like a blind ambush was fair. So, I'd go to pick him up and he'd go completely limp. His whole body would instantaneously become a wet noodle. Have you ever tried to pick up a 25 pound wet noodle? It's not easy.

Now, after several months of perfecting his technique, Locke can even collapse his shoulder blades so that his arms slip right through your grasp and he drops to the floor on his feet, which are already running away from me. Impressive.

Lola has a very different technique. Hers is the combination head thrust/head butt. When I pick her up, the first part of the combo is to thrust her head backward, which creates a stiff board effect. It also has the added impact of throwing your balance off because all the weight suddenly lunges away from your body, forcing you to use control the situation using only your wimpy biceps.

The combo finale is the old head butt to the collar bone. Just when you've regained control by bringing her back in toward you, she reverses her head, pounding it into your chest. You're constantly having to shift the power center to keep her head from hurting her or you. It's a complex move but one she's mastered. But, thankfully, she only uses the technique in extreme circumstances. Like when she's having way too much fun to have her diaper changed.

So, if my posts are less frequent these days it's probably because I'm spending more time (naptime) on my new exercise and fitness regime. Because I've got a wrestler and a wet noodle to diaper.


10 July 2006

The Elusive South Beach Playgroup Pics

I don't know why I was never able to post these with the original post but, better late than never, here are the visuals for the post below.