My Valentines

Howdy friends and family,

I eat cream cheese on crackers because shoveling spoon-fulls of cream cheese into my mouth doesn't seem as refined. That has zero to do with anything related to the twins. Just thought I'd share what's on my mind at this moment.

Happy Valentines Day from Easton and Layla!


I know the post is a premature by two days, but today we had our 4 Webb's celebration. Our church held the annual potluck banquet for all the kids and families so we joined in the fun for a social lunch. Easton's shirt says, "Who's a hottie? This boy!" and Layla's shirt says, "Sweet Heart". The church ladies got a real kick out of their customized wardrobe. Layla's fingernails were painted bright red and she wore her tutu for the occasion as well. Unfortunately the tutu was deemed too hot by the time we arrived home where the picture was taken.

The twins loaded up in the chariot for a trip to the park and I peddled them across the main road to spice it up a bit instead of going to the neighborhood park. Along the way we stopped at Aunt Mary's house to take a picture and see how her place is doing.


We call this "Mary's Park" because it is in her neighborhood. This is the place where Easton fell and took a digger in the sand when he was much younger. I'm proud to say everyone survived with no injuries this time.


We were joined by an entire asian family or two led by the matriarch in house shoes and speaking only Mandarin. The kids spoke English, but were noticeably unfriendly to the twins. I could tell Layla was frustrated and perplexed by their shyness. All I could say was, "Sorry sweet pea... Some people aren't as friendly as they should be."

When I describe Easton here are some words that come to mind: methodical, calculating, cautious, patient, focused. And he chose to ride the turtle.


Layla chose to ride the horse. Amazing how they gravitate towards animals to which they relate, isn't it?

Layla is finally potty trained with no special stepping stool or potty seat... except for night time, but that's a whole 'nother level we won't see for a while. Easton, has finally turned the corner on the potty training marathon. He voluntarily goes pee in the small potty and does his own up-n-down routine with the pants and pull-ups. I had no idea how much time we spent changing diapers and standing around in the bathroom while they do their business. However, their independence on the issue is one less thing we have to manage all day every day.

As a reward Easton gets to wear his Nemo big-boy underwear! Kendra's house shoes were not part of the bargain. Easton just thought it would be fun to wear them around the house.


One final story is related to Kendra's night out. She went to a Tupperware party. Yes, those still exist after 30+ years. I'm all gung-ho for any occasion Kendra gets to spend time being social with ladies of great character.

Anyway, we went to the park and I gladly accepted my duties to provide dinner for the twins that evening. My first preference would be to have dinner sponsored by In-N-Out burger, but ever since we jumped on the allocated spending plan bandwagon things are different around here. There's a new sheriff in town... I came home to find this:


Isn't that sweet of her? She set up everything including the spoons and bowls. It doesn't get much easier than this, but I still consider it cooking because there is a pot or pan involved. The noodles were hard and the peas were cold, but luckily the twins don't have a discriminating palate yet. Hooray for nitrate-free hotdogs!

Time to get some furniture sold on Craigslist... See you soon!