Here's another in my periodic attempts to capture a moment in time. One day, maybe when I'm in my nineties, I'll go back and read this and remember my cute little babies. I'm sure I'll smile with happiness, then drool on my keyboard.
Speaking of drooling, the twins have too many teeth to count now. Tessa still has more than Adam, but he's catching up. They are really good eaters and are mostly eating people foods now. Their favorites are fish sticks, chicken nuggets, cheerios and waffles. They like vegetables and fruits too. I've given them ice cream. It's fun to watch them cringe because of how cold it is, then smile as they taste the goodness. They always want more.
We are getting rid of their bottles. Woo hoo! They drink from sippy cups now and do really well with them. Though we still have some formula left over, they seem to like whole milk just fine. (If we could just get rid of their diapers....)
They are really active and love to play with each other. Usually Adam takes whatever Tessa is playing with, but she is getting better about taking it right back. The Missus and I have to be careful about giving both of them equal attention or they get rather upset. Pulling on the curtains is something they've started recently and we're not too happy about it, but they love being near a window. When I cut the lawn, there they are at the window, waving at me. (Waving is something else they've started recently.) When music is played, both of them start dancing, rocking back and forth. They definitely get their rhythm from their mother's side.
As the days are becoming longer, the twins have started staying up later. Explanations that this is "Mommy and Daddy's time" seem to do no good. Though we do see that they are becoming less work as they get older, Mommy and Daddy (especially Daddy) are still walking around in a haze of exhaustion.
Tessa is still not as mobile as her brother, but she's pretty much on target for her age. She is a fast crawler and has started to pull herself up into a standing position. Her vocabulary is better than her brother's, and she's learned to say "uh oh" and "oops." She had a rash on her belly that has finally cleared up after lavish applications of ointment.
She has me wrapped around her little finger. This morning I saw Adam take a toy out of her hands. She started to fight back, then saw me watching her. Only then did she start crying. The little manipulator! She won't go to bed at night unless her daddy walks the floor with her for a while. I hate having to do that every night, and I'll miss it like crazy when it stops.
The Boy is mere days from walking out the door. He pretty much walks everywhere now, keeping a finger or two on the furniture for balance. The Missus and I have been trying to see if he'll walk on his own for us. He's really close.
Adam's incredibly strong. He uses his walker to move around the room. Before when the walker would hit an obstacle, he'd be stuck. Now he just picks up the walker and points it in another direction. He can also do chin-ups on the baby gate we have in the hallway; he gums the top bar while his little feet just hang in mid-air. We can see he's still teething because he likes to put his mouth on everything. There are gnaw marks on his crib and we're not sure how to stop that.
The Missus and I are always busy with the kids and work and everything else. Living with the punks is the hardest and best thing we've ever done.
