Boycott

"Give up that seat!"

This was Noah, kneeling next to Miles' bouncy chair, exclaiming at top volume.  Yet fraternal Armageddon was not in the offing.  This was sibling education in action.  Miles was meant to be play-acting Rosa Parks; Noah, the bus driver compelling her toward the back of the bus.

You've got to hand it to Quaker day care.  The first day Noah kept his diaper dry for the duration was also the dedicated to teaching the Montgomery bus boycott.  Noah told us all about it when we picked him up.  In order.  Including the part about the posting of bail.

"Rosa Parks got on that bus, and the driver said, 'Give up that seat!'  Then the police came, and took her to jail!  Then they went to give money for bail.  Then they had a boycott.  Nobody rode on the bus!  And then Doctor King changed the bad laws into good laws.  Then everybody could sit on the bus."

Miles took it in ... peacefully.

Cowboy in Jail Stripes

Meal's End

The Blog, Reborn

When Noah was born, it took his parents three days to throw up a blog post about it.  Miles, little buddy, it took us four for you.  What can we say but: There's more where that came from!

But hey, it could have been worse.  We could have rechristened the Noah Plus Two blog as Noah Plus Three.  The hand-me-downs have only just begun.  Just ask your uncles. 

Fortunately you have an older brother who's on track to outshine his dad in the big-brother department.  For one thing, he already knows your name.  It took him the walk from day care to the car parked outside to learn it.  I wish I could say the same about learning the names of your twin uncles, but when our mother picked me up from school, she liked to park her car in the same hemisphere as my classroom.

You joined us on January 28 at 9:09am, seven pounds and five ounces, and the first eye you opened was your left one, peering out like a pirate.  Noah had spirited away one of the dowel rods for your Pack-n-Play bassinet -- I suspect we will find it the day we sell our house -- so I rigged it up with a wooden rod from Rittenhouse Hardware.  You slept peacefully on your first night home.  All of your grandparents had come to see you within 48 hours of your birth.

So welcome to the world, little one.  Maybe the public nature of this record will pressure your parents into documenting your first years as meticulously as Noah's.  But really, a 4-to-3 ratio against your favor would be a pretty close second.