tomatoes

On Saturday mornings, the boys and I are taking a Music Together class that involves a lot of rythm games, pitch matching and such. The teacher will call out a rythm or melody, and the parents echo it. The idea is that eventually the kids will join in, or echo the parents at home, thereby improving their rythm and listening skills. Twins, as usual, show us their own way of doing things. Tonight, after the boys are in bed I hear the following from the next room:

Crib #1 (N's crib): paa, paa, papa paaaaa
Crib #2 (O's crib): paa, paa, papa paaaaa

Crib #1 (N's crib): papapapa, papapaaaaaaa
Crib #2 (O's crib): papapapa, papapaaaaaaa

silence

Crib #1 (N's crib): kaaaaBOOM!
Crib #2 (O's crib): kaaaaBOOM! (giggle giggle)
Crib #1 (N's crib): (giggle giggle)

Which is to say, O's feeling better. His fever was lower this morning and gone this evening, so we're not sure what the problem was, but it seems to be resolving. A year ago December, O was hospitalized with a sudden, severe infection, so we're a little gun-shy around unexplained fevers, but he really seems fine. Not even a cold. Further evidence: I strapped both boys into their seats for a snack this afternoon so that I could quickly vacuum, and came back into the kitchen to find that O had stripped off one of his slippers and filled it with the pretzels and sliced tomatoes he was supposed to be eating.

N, who is obsessed with tomatoes, was horrified. He would eat an entire tomato with every meal if we let him. The surest way I can get N to come get ready to go home from somewhere is to remind him that we will soon see the dog and the cat and that there will be tomatoes at home. This morning, he was clamoring to get out of his crib, and he said "mama? daddy? milk? tomatoes?" In that order, fortunately for us! It's nice to know that we still rank above the common tomato.