We have a NEW BLOG! This existing site is due to vanish any day now, so hurry up and scoot on over to the new site if you’re interested in keeping up with the Wolf pack. Joe transferred all of the old entries to the new blog, so you’ll still be able to reminisce on the past 5 years. We’ll miss this site, but our new Blogspot/Flickr setup will be much easier to maintain, less expensive, and we won’t have a dishonest hosting company to deal with. Thanks for understanding!

Moses’ vocabularly has really taken off in the past couple months. Just this evening, for example, he asked for more of his favorite vegetable at dinner, clearly saying, “broccoli? broccoli?” Then after dinner, during our evening swim, Moses clearly requested to wear “goggle”. This afternoon when I told him it was time to go pick up his brothers from preschool, he happily exclaimed, “Jooooshua! Joooooshua!” He hasn’t mastered “Caleb” yet, however, and I’m not sure if it’s because Caleb is a more difficult word or because Moses simply favors Joshua.

That reminds me of something funny that happened a couple months ago, when Moses was about 14 months old. We had just arrived at Safeway and put Moses in one of those carts that has a “cozy coupe” car attached to the front. Moses was happy as a clam until Caleb claimed his coveted passenger seat, relegating Joshua to drive solo in another car, a move which prompted Moses to start crying hysterically. In an effort to keep a low profile (which, we realize, is basically impossible when you take three little boys at the grocery store at 9 pm), we moved Moses to Joshua’s car, and he immediately stopped crying. Upon suffering rejection by his baby brother, Caleb launched a crying fit of his own. While I of course felt sorry for Caleb (he’s a very loving big brother who just happens to have unusually stiff competition from an equally loving yet perhaps slightly more fun and engaging Joshua), I couldn’t help but marvel at Moses’ ability to tell his twin brothers apart, a skill which most adults have yet to master.

In addition to broccoli, another one of Moses’ favorite foods is Cheerios. The other night Joe and the boys were dancing to Old School Sesame street songs and Moses fell asleep in his arms while listening to “I Don’t Want to Live on the Moon”. While cradling a sleeping Moses in his arms, Joe asked the twins if they wanted to eat some Cheerios before bedtime. As soon as Joe said “Cheerios”, Moses’ eyelids popped open and he perked up and said, “Cheerio? Cheerio?” quickly regaining alertness just in time to join his brothers in partaking of their favorite evening snack.

Moses wants to do everything that his brothers do. When we’re outside swimming in the pool we let the boys pee in the shrubs so that we don’t have to take them into the house every ten minutes. (I don’t know if the boys are hydrating themselves through osmosis while they’re swimming or if they’re drinking the pool water, but for some reason they need to pee three times more often than usual while they’re swimming). Moses has observed the twins’ outdoor potty ritual often enough that he now tries to copy them. He’ll say “potty! potty!” then walk over to the grass and assume the same posture that the boys assume when they relieve themselves, with an arched back and stuck-out tummy.

Moses is enthralled by “Elmo”, which in his mind is an all-encompassing term that refers to any googly-eyed Sesame Street character. For example, last weekend he was beside himself with glee when we allowed him to bring home a new “Elmo” aka Cookie Monster plush toy from our friends’ yard sale. Moses has never even seen a modern Sesame Street episode featuring Elmo (we don’t have cable and only occasionally watch 1970’s pre-Elmo Sesame Street episodes on DVD), but he has somehow become obsessed nevertheless.

Moses has started trying to count. He especially loves counting to 3 (he usually skips 1 and 2 and just says “three” three times), especially if such counting is followed by jumping in the pool or being tossed up into the air, or if he is looking at pictures of himself, Caleb, and Joshua, he’ll want to count the three brothers. When we drive by Mount Vernon on our way to church on Sunday mornings, the twins like to count the dozens of tourist buses that are parked along the road (interestingly, Chris and I used to do the exact same thing every Sunday on our way to church when we were little… not much has changed over the years!). Moses tries to count along with them, although he usually gets lost after “three”. Moses also tries to sing the ABC’s. He has the melody down pretty well but the letters are still a bit muddled.

Overall, I’m very impressed with Moses’ ability to communicate. One of our friends recently gave us a very thoughtful gift of a baby signing DVD, and while baby sign language is something which probably would have benefitted our tongue-tied twins when they were Moses’ age, we honestly don’t see the need to teach Moses how to sign because he already speaks and understands language so well. Indeed, in retrospect there are many things I would change about how we raised the twins during their formative first two years. For one thing, I would have forced myself to talk to them more, since I suspect that my own reticence is at least partially to blame for their recently diagnosed language delays. But looking back, we were still in survival mode well into the twins’ second year, and were probably still too precoccupied with trying to get enough sleep and preserve our sanity to explore alternative communication options. What can I say, you live and learn!

This morning, as usual, Caleb and Joshua were chatting with the men from the pool company while they conducted their weekly cleaning of our pool. As usual, the boys drilled the men about their equipment and wanted to know everything they were doing each step of the way. Then, apparently feeling the need to state the obvious, Caleb informed one of the men, “I have a swimming pool!”

“Yes, you have a very nice swimming pool,” the man replied, to which Caleb immediately responded, “Jesus gave it to you!” (Of course what he meant was, “Jesus gave it to us”… the correct use of pronouns is one of the things we’re trying to work on with the boys). Anyway, the man, certainly not expecting to hear that, smiled and chuckled to himself. As humorous as it was, Caleb’s bold witness couldn’t be futher from the truth–Jesus did give us our pool! I can only imagine how different this world would be if all believers shared Caleb’s boldness in telling others about Him.

This afternoon, as usual, I asked the boys what they did at preschool today. As usual, the boys answered this question by telling me what they ate at preschool. In addition to their typical fare, Joshua added that he’d eaten a “worm vitamin”. It only took me a second to figure out that they must have given the kids gummy worms. We regularly give the boys gummy bear multivitamins at home, and that is the only context in which the boys are familiar with gummy “candy”. It warmed my heart to know that my boys’ familiarity with gummy bears is limited to the vitamin realm!

We’ve had a lot of trouble with our hosting company (among other things, they deleted all of the images from this website without telling us!), so we’re closing down shop and moving over to Flickr. Not only will it cut down on maintenance time, but you’ll also be able to comment on individual photos, see photos in high resolution, and even order prints if you’d like. The only catch is that, for a variety of reasons, we’ve decided to go private. I know it’s more inconvenient than the existing setup, but we think it’s worth it for the sake of our boys’ privacy and safety. So come be friends with “Our Baby Wolfs” on Flickr! If you’d like me to send you an invitation to be one of our contacts, leave a comment here or send me an email. Thanks!

We are hoping to keep up the blog, too… we’re not sure where or in what format, but we’ll keep you posted.

In the past month or so, Moses has developed a great interest in animals. Last week he impressed me when he heard a dog barking somewhere outside, pointed towards where the sound was coming from, and said “dog!” Today while we were at the park, he saw a woman walking her two dogs. He pointed at them and said, “dog! dog! woo-woo!” (by “woo” he of course means “woof”) Whenever he sees a cat he points at it and exclaims “dat!” (he can’t quite say words that begin with “c”). He also gets very excited whenever he sees a squirrel, which he also calls a “dat”.

Moses seems to understand a lot of things for his age. For example, he understands the meaning of “hot”. He often touches the space heater in our bedroom and says, “Hot!” The other day he touched some of my food at dinner and said, “Hot!” He also impressed us a couple weeks ago when he put the cap on a milk carton the correct way. He knew without even having to experience trial and error that he needed to turn the cap over to fit it correctly over the spout. He did the same thing with the cap that goes on my bottle of moisturizer. I know these things all sound mundane and inconsequential, but I’m just recording them here for posterity, so please bear with me.

Moses is a very good eater. For breakfast he can eat nearly an entire fried egg all by himself. The other evening I was dropping the boys off at Mimi and Papa’s house so I could help Joe get some work done on our new house. Joshua was feeling tired and didn’t want me to leave, so Mimi tried to distract him by offering him some veggie chips. As soon as Moses heard her say “chips” he perked up and pointed across the living room at the pantry doors and began to get excited. “Chih! Chih!” he happily exclaimed. He knew exactly where Mimi keeps those chips hidden. Thankfully, Moses’ taste for chips is tempered by his love of vegetables. As noted before, he likes asparagus and will feed himself several stalks of asparagus in one sitting. More recently we’ve discovered that he really enjoys steamed broccoli. The other day at dinner he fed himself several large florets. What a contrast to his picky older brothers, who even to this day will protest most vegetables. I’ve often agonized over the theory that children’s preferences for certains foods are not innate, but rather a product of their environments–meaning that if your kid refuses to eat vegetables, it must be your fault for letting him eat junk food all the time. But now that I have a child who was introduced to junk food at the same time he was introduced to vegetables, but has already voluntarily eaten more asparagus and broccoli in 13 months than than his junk-food-deprived older brothers have in 4 years, I have tossed that theory out the window once and for all.

In case you’re wondering why I’ve been neglecting this website lately, it’s because we bought a house last week and I’ve been kind of busy getting ready for the move!

Ok, let me back up a little. We put an offer on our house at the end of January, which the sellers accepted the very same day, even though our offer was well below the asking price, the house had been on the market for less than a month, and they were already in negotiations with another buyer. Our home inspection occurred the February morning that “snowmageddon” hit, and then we closed this past Friday.

During the settlement, the seller (a kind, elderly man with three sons of his own who had grown up in this house and were also in attendance) told us that he had arranged and paid for the pool company to open the pool in May, have someone perform weekly maintenance all summer long, and then winterize the pool in September–the highest level of service that the pool company offers. Both our realtor and the settlement lawyer told us they’d never before witnessed such a generous gesture at a closing. That’s right, our new house comes with a pool! As most of you know, I grew up swimming and have always loved to swim, but I never imagined I’d own a house with a pool. I feel like I’m living in a dream and I keep having to pinch myself to see if this is real. All that I can say about this whole situation is that when you give to God, He always gives back!

Here’s a picture of the boys that our realtor took in front of our new house on the morning of the closing. As you can see, Joshua had just rolled out of bed and was (and still is) in dire need of a haircut. Anyway, we hope it’ll tide you over until life settles down and I get a chance to edit and upload the enormous backlog of pictures which are waiting impatiently to make their long overdue ourbabywolf debuts.

This evening, in between bites of freshly baked homemade brownie, Joe turned to me and asked, “are we supposed to give Moses chocolate?” I glanced at Moses, who was standing at Joe’s feet, earnestly begging his Daddy for a morsel with an outstretched arm. “Sure,” I replied, “that brown stuff that’s all over his hands is the chocolate chip I gave him earlier while I was baking.”

About half an hour later, I walked out into the living room to find Moses, alongside his big brothers, hovering over a bowl of grapes, nonchalantly popping them into his mouth. God only knows how many hours of my life I’ve spent peeling and meticulously quartering or halving those infamous little choking hazards for my two first-born, but here was 12-month-old Moses feeding himself whole grapes like an old pro. 

So this is what it’s like to be the third child. I don’t think Joshua and Caleb had their first taste of chocolate until they were at least two years old. I don’t think I let them feed themselves whole grapes until they were close to three. Yet Moses, at the tender age of 12 months, is all too familiar with chocolate and whole grapes, and a whole slew of other delicacies that I won’t mention lest we be judged unfit parents. I can only imagine the kinds of things a fourth, fifth, or sixth-born child would get away with! And now when I think of the story about the time when Mimi (who was the youngest of seven children) was a baby and had a near-fatal encounter when her well-meaning big sister Sooja mistakenly gave her a drink of alcohol, it makes total sense!

I seriously can’t believe that Moses is already one year old! It seems like it was only yesterday–not exactly one year ago–that I was laboring at home in the birth pool, in full swing of my second sleepless night of labor, with still more than 12 hours to go before rushing off to the hospital where my 9 lb. 14 oz. gentle giant finally made his unplanned debut. I guess you could say that Moses’ birth was a character-building experience that has made me a stronger person, but I sure am glad it’s one that (God-willing) I’ll never have to repeat!

Fast-forward one year. Moses has a busy (but thankfully much less dramatic!) birthday ahead of him, starting with Bible Study in the morning, followed by his one-year-old doctor’s visit in the afternoon, and then dinner and birthday cake with Mimi and Papa in the evening. I’ll update later with Moses’ one-year stats and any other fun facts that come to mind, but first I’m going to go do something I wasn’t able to do exactly one year ago: enjoy a good night’s sleep snuggled up in bed next to my sweet one-year-old baby boy. 

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Moses behaved very well at his 1-year check-up this afternoon, happily “talking” to Dr. Irwin all throughout the visit and not making a single fuss. The doctor remarked that Moses seemed to be very verbal, especially considering how it’s often difficult for younger siblings to get a word in edgewise with the older siblings doing all the talking. We are also thankful to report that Moses’ hydrocele has vanished. We’d been told he would probably need to have it surgically removed, but delayed doing so since the pediatric urologist who had been recommended to us wasn’t in our insurance network. When Joe got his new job, we switched insurance companies, but as it turns out, we won’t be needing the urologist’s services after all. Thank you, Jesus, for healing Moses!

By the way, here are Moses’ 1-year stats. He is 30 inches long (75th %tile), weighs 22 pounds (35-40th %tile), and has a head circumference of 19 inches (90-95th %tile). And for the record, he has the biggest feet and hands of any other baby I’ve seen. I forget how huge they are until I see him next to another baby the same age, and then the dichotomy becomes quite apparent. Also, every time I change Moses’ diaper or give him a shower, I am in awe of how tan his skin is, even the skin that never sees the light of day in the dead of winter. It’s even a few shades darker than mine, and obviously a lot darker than Joe’s. Also, Moses has the cutest brown (yes, his hair is getting lighter… oh well, I enjoyed having my dark-haired baby while it lasted!) curls gracing the back of his sweet head.

This morning after breakfast I found Joshua perched on the window sill in the living room, gazing somberly at the whirldwinds of fluffy flakes falling upon the existing 2-3 feet of snow already blanketing the ground. “Snow, please stop it. Please stop it, snow,” Joshua sweetly implored. Today marks day 6 of our impromptu blizzard-induced family “vacation”. It’s the third consecutive day that the federal government has been closed, which means Daddy gets paid to stay home with us! And by “stay home with us,” I mean “shovel snow for hours on end (not only our driveway, but also those of our elderly and disabled neighbors, as well as the trampoline), only to come inside and referee our cabin-fever-plagued boys’ fights”. Hmmm… maybe this isn’t much of a vacation for Daddy after all! Either way, we are so thankful that Joe got his new job before this crazy winter, since at his previous job he would’ve had to make up the hours or burn through his precious saved-up vacation time.

Since mid-December, we’ve only had about two days when our yard was completely void of snow. That’s nearly two straight months of snow, virtually unheard of here in Virginia. I’m so glad that the twins’ snowsuits I found at Marshalls the night before the first big storm are getting plenty of use. At first I was skeptical about spending $25 per snow suit, but in retrospect they were definitely a good investment! And this time around, I was thrilled to be the recipient of some second-hand boys snow boots on Freecycle. I usually plan ahead and buy the boys their clothes and shoes a year or two ahead of time on end-of-season clearance, but I’ve never bothered stocking up on snow gear since we usually only get a few inches at most each winter. I guess I should start scouting out some duds for next winter, although I suspect there will be slim pickin’s at the stores after this year’s whirlwind of wintry weather!