Fast Forward

It seems that the fast forward button on life is pushed.  I want to slow it down, but it just isn't happening.  I'm doing my best to just keep up!  I was just talking to some friends about this blog, and really missed just writing on here.  Moving forward... Here are a few pictures of the most recent beach trip we took!

I have really been bad at updating this blog.  I want to really get back at it though, because it gives me a chance to process what we do, what the girls learn, and how they play and interact with one another and with us.  They are almost 18 months old.  Already.  I just can't believe it.  We're starting to reach a time when we are really testing our parenting skills... and patience.  I know it's just the beginning, but it breaks my heart to see someone sitting in timeout. Already. Sigh.

14 Months

It has been quite a while since I updated, but a former co-worker reminded me to "get back at it."  So here are a few visual updates on the girls... I will go back and fill in the missing time, too!

 Learning to use utensils has never been so fun!

 Sometimes, when you're hungry, utensils are a waste of time.

Must have accessories for walking around the house: necklaces and frilly hats.

Anything Goes

Boogers

Two nights ago (but really, who can tell, my brain is mush) E woke up in the middle of the night.  Not uncommon.. but what WAS uncommon was the stuffy nose, hoarse sounds, wheezing, and the fever.  102.5. 102.4. 102.6.  Darn infrared thingy is hard to read in the middle of the night.

So, one little baby down with a cold.  But, as we are soon realizing, a cold with one usually means an extended cold as the other one gets it within a day or 2.  So my poor little hoarse, congested babies.

They are currently at home with G, as he attempts, as he does almost every day, to work from home in the morning as he watches them.  I am so lucky that I do not have to miss work because of the cold.  Daycare would surely kick them out (fever), but having G there and then my Grandma coming to watch them every day - well, I have quite the set up.

Lucky. We are very lucky.  Even more so when we are filled with boogers and stuff.

43 Weeks

Keeping Track

I blame it on the pen. I have this thing where I can only write in the baby book(s) with one particular pen. God forbid that adult Emma and adult Sophia take a walk down memory lane, start reading their baby book and then get halfway through and throw it down in disgust because, well, how dare I change ink type in the middle of the story of their lives.
That is, I'm sure, EXACTLY how it would play out.

The pen ran out of ink.  I finally bought a replacement pen, and have been dreading getting back up to speed in the baby books.  There are 2 people, 2 books, 2 lives...  The books are sitting out on the dining room table, just waiting.

But so much has happened.  From new foods to illness to pinchers and feeding themselves and standing, crawling, cruising... I feel like I have missed the mark on these milestones.  What month? What day? What time?

So I'm going back now to try to remember the exact time for each, and how far apart they were in certain developments, etc.  Thank goodness I took some pictures (with timestamps).

We had a great playdate with coteachers yesterday - and that reminded me to NOT forget about the little things.  The teeny tiny developments that swim right past.

It's going to quickly.  Instead of talking about late nights and switching to larger bottles, we mentioned the transition to whole milk instead of formula and what solid foods the babies are eating (or NOT eating, really).  One mommy is almost at the 1 year mark.  And we are all at the point where we are saying "One year ago today..." and there's the start of a baby story.

Here are some shots from the party.  The best part, for the girls, is getting to experience the new toys and friends...

Figuring out a new toy with a friend.

Check us out! S loved pushing E around, but not the other way around. 

Look at that focus.

Then we could come home and appreciate our own toys.

... even giving them kisses.