Chronicles of a Suburban Commune: Day 11

The first week tested the mettle of the Brynard-Milne household.

We've been busy weathering icepocalypse '09 and obliterating three instances of fierce but short illness with different sets of symptoms.

Photos tk soon, once the Milnes three are again in top form (I'm the last of the assailed.)

Meals shared, counting at least twice each for leftovers:
— Two batches of Naomi's turkey chili
— Naomi's spicy lean beef stew with vegetables and lots of yummy thyme
— Turkey meatballs over lemon rice with pea-and-cottage-cheese sauce I made (consulting Rachel Ray only because she was there with turkey meatballs in the index)
— Will's excellent go at chicken stir-fry with Sriracha for sad-sack sinuses

Baby observations of note:
— Jocelyn greeting Charlie first thing in the morning with a lifted dress; Charlie getting that this is funny and laughing his tuckus off
— Babies hugging and giggling, then falling under the table together, switch to sobbing
— Babies crying upon their attemped removal from Jocelyn's crib
— Charlie marching straight to Jocelyn's pink wooden princess throne and — sitting still

Since our adventures have been largely constrained to the house, we haven't done much to solve storage problems or pursue aforementioned memberships, save for an ugly trip to IKEA where we left with applesauce all over our pants and a really sucky emergency sippy cup.

We saw this in a copy of USA Today Naomi brought home from the outside world. It's so great to live with people we like.