This has been a very busy month. I'm working more hours than in the past as I settle into my new job. I have a few new pictures of the kids, but they're still sitting in my camera, waiting to be downloaded and posted.
Tessa continues to get better and better at walking. She walks all the time, but when she really wants to go fast, she still gets down and crawls. Adam has started to run--almost. His balance still isn't perfect though, and he's pretty funny when he turns and his momentum carries him a little bit more in the original direction than he wants, sort of like a drunk person.
The twins usually get along well. The Missus and I have seen them hugging and kissing each other. Tessa is still biting Adam--the poor little boy has teeth-shaped bruises all up and down his arms. We can't tell if Tess is doing this because she's mad or because she's teething. When she's put into the playpen as punishment, we're not sure she understands why. The Missus and I are stumped--we're not sure what to do.
Tessa has also been giving us trouble with her sleeping, unlike her brother, who is a champion sleeper. The other day Adam took a four-hour nap and then still went to sleep on time in the evening. My boy! Tessa naps only reluctantly. She also wants to stay up until 11:30 every night. That's way past my bedtime. If you put her in the crib before she's ready, she screams until you take her out--once she did it for twenty-five minutes. The Missus has been working with her by sitting in her room while she falls asleep, but progress is slow.
The kids, of course, are incredibly smart. They love us to read them books, over and over and over. Adam will wait until I'm stretched out, relaxing on the couch. Then he'll come over and smack me in the head with "Are You My Mommy?" He'll say "Book. Book." or something close. Then Tessa will come over and I'll have to read it to them five or six times. If you say "
nariz" or "nose" to Tess, she'll point at her schnoz and laugh. They've also learned to blow kisses, which is pretty darn cute.
Yesterday morning, Adam woke up and started calling "Dad! Dad! Dad!" for me to come and get him. When I went in to his room, I noticed a wet spot on the floor in front of his crib. I thought he must have spit-up a little. Then I saw the little punk had taken his diaper off. He just looked a me and smiled, as if to say, "This learning thing is pretty good!"
