Unreachable

One of the babies lost one of our phones in the house with the line in use.  We cannot find it.  We cannot use the land line.

If any of you know us in real life and want to reach us, use my cell phone. 

Sigh. 

Rainy day here.  Monito has been crying so much in the past couple days with no apparent cause that I barely hear it anymore.  I am tired of telling Pequita that he is ok; she is so concerned for his well being that he can barely see over the mound of toys and books she has brought him to comfort him.  It is distressing, since he has figured out how to scream and all his protests and sobbing are now punctuated with blood-curdling screeches instead of a nice normal, tolerable, crying.  It really sounds like someone is sticking bamboo under his cute little fingernails.

We're going to get out of the house and go to the science museum where he may stop crying long enough for me to stop my brain from sticking in this nasty hazy place.  Some days I can't believe I entertain thoughts of a third child.

I have been meaning to respond to a few blogs and can't carve out the time. - Mama Fox, Pequita hasn't stopped begging to see BABY EAT!!! since I first watched the eating/thumb-sucking video you posted.  She says Messy! and then giggles and sucks her own thumb.  Becca, you were lost in my neck of the woods outside of Boston.  I still get confused in that town if I can't see the Prudential building.