A morning in the life

I come into twins' room, to the tune of crescendoing cries, and make the fateful choice of which twin to change/dress first. It's Yasha! (Saul wails and shrieks like dying animal.) I finally finish with Yasha (fighting his strong thin arms constantly reaching to scratch his eczema-ankles--poor twinnies, must get to bottom of this), plop him down onto floor, and take up the Saul-Ball, who now lies with full diaper on the changing table. Yasha attacks me viciously with the tube of hydrocortisone, which falls from his hands, but he continues to smack me on the legs. When that fails, he hugs my legs and bites. Meanwhile, Saul is kicking and twisting and flipping and endangering all the semi-clean clothes piled up on the changing table--not clean enough for dresser, not dirty enough for hamper. Finally Yasha gives up and starts dumping videos and huge jackets awaiting bigger Ezras and Naomis, and other odds and ends from his closet. Saul is dressed and on the floor. Hooray! Yasha has a change of heart, recovers from jealousy and brings Saul a peace offering--a navy blue, velour jacket that Saulie sleeps with and often carries around while proclaiming "Ahhhhhh--jacket!" As soon as I open the bedroom door, they race for any semi-open non-baby-friendly rooms, but I swoop them into their high chairs, giving them "quack-ohs" (generic term for any carbs used to tide them over, whether crackers or not) while I make their "ba-boos" and oats. 

Ok, I'm off to stir those oats! Hannah is sleeping in, still.... amazing.