Ever since I found out I was having twins, I’ve been curious about whether they would be jealous of each other, and try to push each other away and off my lap… but they don’t. They’re perfectly fine with sharing my lap. Delly will rub Paisley’s hair, and Paisley will pat Delly’s back. They love each other! I wish every single person could experience the feeling it gives me to watch my twins interact.
Each morning when the girls first wake up, they want to BOTH drink their milk on my lap. So I sit on the floor and lean against the couch, and the girls each sit on one of my legs, and they snuggle in for a good hour.
I’ve uploaded all of our ‘outtakes’ into an album on our Google+ page (which I just created… I don’t know ANYTHING about Google+!). I didn’t like how Flickr wouldn’t allow me to make actual albums (opposed to an ongoing photo-stream), so we’ll see if this works out any better. I loooooved all your hilarious comments and captions on their outtake pictures last month. This one was my absolute FAVORITE caption. HA! Go have a laugh at my little squirmy babies here, and leave your own caption on your favorite!
You’re my sidekick. You don’t like to be left alone, even if it just means I take Delly to the kitchen for lunch and come right back for you. You haven’t figured out that I’m only going to the next room, and it’s temporary. I’ve learned to carry you both everywhere together, because I’m a softy like that. You crack yourself up and literally throw your head back in laughter. I don’t know where you learned this… But it’s hilarious. You love to sing when there’s music playing, and you do the motions to the song ‘The Itsy Bitsy Spider’. You love to be read to, and don’t tire of reading the same book for hours. You bring me a book and hold it as close to my face as possible until I read it to you. Repeatedly. You rarely cry, but when you do, it’s a tsunami of tantrums. And usually involves someone other than mommy or daddy trying to hold you. Or look at you. You walk like a champ, and are very proud of yourself. Your blanket might as well be surgically attached to you… even in your high chair you don’t want to go without it. You call it ‘Bvah’. You’re ticklish everywhere, and will keep coming back for more. You care very much what people (me) think of you, and thrive on words of affirmation. You rarely need to be reprimanded, but when you do you’re very sensitive (it doesn’t take much!). When you find a piece of lint, a kernel of corn, or a little chunk of drywall, you bring it to me and say ‘icky’. I imagine that in your head you’re thinking ‘mommy, this shouldn’t be on the floor because sissy might but it in her mouth and that would be unsanitary’. You’re a busy-body, and are constantly moving. You know that you’re cute and you love to be told so. I’m loving this stage you’re in, but also so excited to see what the next month brings!
You’re my soft fluffy girl, and people say you’re the ‘big boned’ baby… but I can tell that you’re a petite little thing under that soft skin. You’re tall and skinny, and have terrible posture. You’re very expressive, and have so many hilarious facial expressions. You don’t care what people think of you, and will do things when you darn well feel like it. I know you love me, but you wouldn’t choose me out of a crowd of people. You would go to anybody, no matter their age, gender, race. They could be wearing a Scream mask, and you would crawl up in their lap, poke their eye out, and start clapping. You’re very independent, and like to explore. You have more skills than what you let on. You let Paisley have all the attention for taking a few steps, and then you walk across the room in the background. Three days ago, you took your first step, and I haven’t seen you crawl since. You’re very stubborn, and like to do things yourself. If you’re thirsty and I give you your juice, you scowl and throw your sippy cup across the room. Then you go get it yourself and drink it. Your front teeth look like two pieces of Chiclet gum, with a giant space in between. You can blame that on me, I had a huge gap before I got braces. You have an affinity for anything that’s shaped like a circle. When I’m reading you a book, you always point to the ‘sun’ in the picture, or the ball. You’re a woman of few words, but you do occasionally say ball, book, and icky. I can tell that you have a hilarious sense of humor, and it makes me really excited for you to talk. I have a feeling you’ll be cracking me up for many years to come. I’m loving this stage you’re in, but also so excited to see what the next month brings!