I am absolutely kicking myself that I haven't posted more regular updates on the twins here. The months are truly such a blur as they pass by. Now it's hard to remember when they started crawling and sitting up and eating and being big kids.
But I do know that they did, indeed, turn six months old in August:
And gosh, I guess that is, in fact, when they started to grow in those heads full of Man Hair. It's so hilarious and awesome to me because they had as much hair at six months as my girls had at a year old! My friend Missy calls it Republican hair, but I like to call it Baptist Preacher hair.
And aha! Looking through my video files, I can see that John Kyle started army crawl-scootching at six months. Mack followed a few weeks later. They are both, to this day, complete army crawlers which is so funny to me because neither of the girls were!
At seven months, both boys started to really love (LOVE) their "devices," as I call them. We have a giant jumparoo and a walker with wheels and oh my word. Do they ever love them. Oh, how this "better to wear a baby then stick him in a baby holder" mighty mama has fallen. *grin*
I thank thee, Lord God, for baby holders, for lo, I am but one woman, and my children are many.
By seven months, both boys were pretty much done with the baby food purees. I had intended to go straight to table foods around this age, but they were SO HUNGRY that I started them on purees at around 5 months. They also hated their booster seat/high chairs right up until around the end of seven months. Thank goodness they finally acclimated!
Two mobile babies and life got even busier than ever. John Kyle learned how to push up to sitting and fairly quickly figured out how to transfer back down to crawling. Mack hadn't even attempted either of those things, so for a good long while, he was in that lovely stage where if I sat him on a blanket, he would actually be there when I returned.
Their personalities continue to become more and more distinct. By this point, it's pretty clear that John Kyle has an intense personality, and that he's constantly frustrated by the limitations of being a baby. He's definitely a Mama ONLY Boy. Mack is jovial, sweet, and hilarious. If all babies were just like him, I would have a dozen. Easily.
But it's also pretty magical.
And the one who hates being a baby is even doing this:
Related: I started this post at 8:30 this morning and it is now 9:17 in the Central time zone. THAT is how are days are.
Diapers and dancing in the kitchen and a baby rides on my back and another is underfoot and one is ticklish and one would rather you not and noisy. Oh my HEAVENS, is it noisy. And funny. And early mornings and to find some quiet, I stay up too late.
And tomorrow, we do it all again and every day the same, and every day, a little bigger. So these monthly updates, I'll try to do better. I have to. I owe it to them, and I owe it to me.