Thursday, September 12, 2013

11 Months

Phew!  It has been quite a month!  The babies are both crawling machines, which has made life around here a lot more interesting.  They are getting into everything!

Reese is still quite the rascal, and a quick little one at that.  She has her two eye teeth on the top, and nothing in between.  If she wasn't so sweet, you would think they were fangs.  She loves to waive hello and bye bye and showing us that she is "So Big!" She gives herself a big round of applause after each trick.


So Big!  Such focus. 
Michaela didn't lag behind Reese in the mobility department for long.  She is a maniac and is now crawling, pulling herself up, and cruising on furniture.  She loves to stand up in her crib and jump while holding the railing.  Monkey baby!




It blows my mind that they will be a year old next month.  They are growing more independent by the day, and I am trying to savor the last of these baby days.  It's hard to believe that my days of snuggling them while they drink their bottles are limited.  Soon they will be walking and we will officially have a pair of toddlers, not a pair of babies.  I'm not sure I will ever be ready.

We love you sweet girls!  Try not to grow up too fast.

Monday, September 9, 2013

First Shoes


My very dear and very pregnant friend, Melody, came over today for lunch and a visit with the monkeys.  After lunch, I asked if she wanted to come with me to pick out the girls' very first pair of shoes.  She was happy to come along on the adventure, and I was grateful for the extra pair of hands.  It seemed like a simple enough errand for the 4.8 of us to tackle and we assumed we would be back well before nap time.  You know what they say about assuming...

A full hour into this little escapade, our girls have been measured by four different employees and are now prepared to take their first steps and concur the Boston Marathon.  I look over at poor Mel to see her juggling Reese and her baby bump awkwardly talking to a woman who is juggling her own breasts and running down the long lists of body parts that never returned to normal after the birth of her only child 38 years ago.  Time to leave. 

So, we pack up the babes and their fancy new shoes and we set off for home. 


In the parking lot is a panicked mother, a screaming toddler and a screaming older child.  The poor lady lost her balance getting the tot out of his car seat and they all took a tumble.  The mother is frantically asking about a doctor's office and I offer to walk them across the street to the pediatricians office to get the boy's noggin checked.  The older child is in full blown hysterics because she has somehow translated this collaboration as an attempt to put her little brother up for adoption(??).  

And then the clouds parted, and the angels sang, and I got a tap on the shoulder from...Dr. Molly!  She saw me tangled in the chaos from across the parking lot and offered to help.  Needless to say the stellar combination of lollypops from the shoe store, and the expertise of Dr. Molly saved the day.   

We leave the crazy situation and I offer to by poor Mel a round of Frozen Yogurt.  She accepts and says "You know, I'm just glad I was hear to witness all that.  I don't think I would have believed you if you had told me the story."  

And that is how the girls got their first pair of shoes.