If you've been wondering how the twins are doing amidst all our moving chaos, be assurred that they are doing well. Much better than expected. The first night out of the house Wil bawled, "I want to go to my house! I want to go to my house and put all the things back in my house!" It was horrible, but we all survived and eventually got some sleep. Poor boy. He teared up regularly the first few days, especially if something made him think of Sean. But now he just checks in with me once or twice a day to verify Sean's return date. Elizabeth goes with the flow pretty well these days so long as she knows the plan ahead of time. Being confident of Daddy's return in two days, her questions generally pertain to when we're going to move to South Carolina and when she is going to go camping with GrampAl in North Carolina. Sometimes a question about when we get to go to the beach is thrown in.

Currently we're at the Meade family farm which is great fun for the twins. They love the stairs, Uncle Cory's giant TV with all day Nickelodeon and Disney Channel, constant attention from their grandparents, (which I especially appreciate as I got to read the latest Harry Potter in two days,) and a playmate in Uncle Cory. Plus Granma and GranPaul got them a "castle fwimming pool." There's a hot water faucet outside, so we can get the water temperature exactly to Elizabeth's liking. It's generally still too cold for Wil.

If I find some time later, I've got a couple of great quotes to share including Wil's responses to Granma's children's message at church yesterday.

Wil is doing pretty well without his Veggies. However, he has started to begin all his Veggie stories with 'Momma, remember when my Veggies....?" He does this even when he's just recounting a story from a video. It makes me so sad. But Kathy is going to give him their Bob and Junior, as well as a new Larry Boy for Christmas. And we found a larger Larry for $5 on christianbook.com. It may take awhile to replace our Laura the Carrot, she looked different than most Laura plush toys, but I hope she'll pop up on ebay sometime.

We are moving on Saturday. I'm going nuts trying to pack. Wil threw up repeatedly this morning. My first thought was not "poor boy." It was "I did not need this right now!" He was fine by 1 pm, but I did a lot of unplanned laundry this morning. He and Elizabeth played very well together from suppertime until bedtime. God bless them. It did not stop me from being short-tempered, but I really am grateful.

Elizabeth and I escaped the packing madness for a couple of hours this afternoon by going to Ms Kathy's house to see her Barbie collection. We were both delighted. All of the dolls were still in their boxes except one which Elizabeth is now "borrowing." Ms Kathy would have given it to her, but Daddy says no Barbies until she is 6. (I might give in, but it's good to have his word to fall back on.) However, he did say she could borrow the doll until Saturday instead of returning it tomorrow if Ms Kathy agrees. Barbie was Elizabeth's constant companion this evening. Wil gave the doll to Elizabeth several times as a "birthday present." Barbie also got into the superhero business and helped Larry Boy stop the Yodel-Napper.

This particular Barbie came with clip-on earrings for the little girl in her life. Elizabeth wore them all evening but kept checking with me to make sure they were not putting "holes in her ears." She was concerned to discover this week that I put my earrings through holes in my ears and is determined not to let that happen to her.

You know you're a bad dad when your daughter asks for PB&J and you offer her cake instead because it's already made.

(Jaq had a post like this once where his daughter asked for strawberries. The difference is, he gave her the strawberries.)

Elizabeth sings at the top of her lungs anytime we see the subject:

Fag of Amewica
Wed, white, and bwue
Fag of Amewica
The salute we give to you. Woo!

Elizabeth: Daddy, I like how you look in your yummy donut [Krispy Kreme] shirt!

We had the twins' early birthday parties. I should have posted last week about Wil's. This year's theme was VeggieTales' "Rack, Shack and Benny." (If you haven't seen the video, most of the games won't make sense, but trust me that it was great.) We invited Josh, Connor and Jackson. They all wore caps with chocolate bunnies painted on them and ties so they could be Mr. Nezzer's junior executives. We searched for Mr. Nezzer's missing chocolate bunnies, danced to "Stand Up" and "The Bunny Song," and made Bob and Larry out of clay. Wil has wanted a "Bob & Larry" cake since the one I made for their second birthday two years ago, so I tried again. I'm happy to write for the record that this version was far superior to the first. I had a little trouble getting started, including broiling the cake instead of baking it, but it all turned out well in the end. Wil enjoyed the party very much and was happy to have all his friends come to play, though I regret to report that he hit them all at least once. That night when Sean put him to bed, Wil asked, "Can we talk about my Rack, Shack & Benny party?" Coming from Wil, that's better than last year's "This is the best party ever!"

Elizabeth's Princess Party was today. Six of her "little girlfriends" attended. They danced together and played "Pin the Flag on the Castle," which was Elizabeth's original idea. Then they dug for jewels in a container of rice and decorated heart-shaped boxes with the treasures they found. They got jewelry and played the "Disney Princess Game" and "Duck, Duck, Goose." All of Elizabeth's favorite things. We gave her her birthday present early so she could dress up as a Disney princess. She chose Snow White. She was in preschooler's heaven. And she behaved magnificently. If we had to remind her to say 'thank you,' it was easily done and her manner expressed her happiness. Surprisingly, this continued all day. At one point she did say she was sad that a particular friend had not been able to attend and, as is her nature, dwelled on the things that didn't go right, like scraping her leg, but there wasn't much to be sad about and she was soon restored to birthday party bliss. She said she liked party days best, and I, too, thought party days were best if she were always so delightful to be around. (Wil, on the other hand, was a monster. The next time Elizabeth has a party, he is going to be sent away for the day.) One mention of the cake before I end. I made her a castle cake with ice cream cone towers, marshmellow crenellation, a graham cracker drawbridge, and lots of pink and purple sprinkles. Last night I didn't think it was worth it. This morning I thought it was perfect. Elizabeth liked it too.