Sam gave Malorie some of his peach and she lovvvved it. She cried when he took it away. Perhaps we will start with tasty fruit instead of gross cereal.
We love eating our hands these days. Malorie can fit her whole fist in her mouth. Pearl, on the other hand, haha, prefers just to suck on others arms.
Super cute Pearlie picture.
Poor baby girls got shots on Friday. The nice nurse gave them both pink camo bandaids though. They actually tolerate their shots way better than their brother did. One dose of Tylenol and all was well.
So Pearl is a show off and a competitor. She gets this from well, everyone in her whole family. Last weeks neonatology appt. went well but she refused to reach out and grab the rattle. She has done this but wouldn't do it for her evaluation. The next day at home with the same rattle, she grabbed it every single time. Not only that but she then flipped from her back to her tummy. Well, she was trying and trying.....
Then the next morning she was successful and screamed her head off because she thinks it sucks on her tummy. I was so proud of her though. Not only did she do this before Malorie but she also has noticed her feet before Malorie. Well, she beat her by a day. Malorie was holding them today and I put her toes in her mouth and she laughed. It was so funny.
You would think we don't feed him by the way he scavenges for food from everyone else eating. Every time Grunny is here he pretty much eats all the cheese and cucumbers from her salads. Just to entertain ourselves we taught him to beg like a dog. I know this will come back to haunt me but it was funny.
Just some perspective on size difference.
Pearl wanted to ride on Miles tractor with him. She kept laughing as apparently it was very funny.
Malorie has learned to smack the electronic things on her exersaucer and if you hit if four times in a row, it plays a song. I will be doing dishes and hear it and a sense of pride comes over me. She is so talented.
Don't let the pictures fool you.........
We had a play date with our friend Analeigh and we have had better days. Miles was at his two-year old best. Hitting and kicking and not sharing, well for the most part. After several time outs and a few let it slides, he hit one too many times and I told him he had to go to bed. We got upstairs and I went to change his diaper but before that I grabbed his hands and said, "we do not hit our friends." And with that he smacked me in the face with a fist. I raised my hand as an automatic reaction, caught myself, took a breath, and immediately put him in his bed. No fan, no story, no cover up, no diaper change, just in the bed and I left. Now, for those of you who thought I was a good mom, sorry to disappoint you with that little story of breaking. I didn't hit him. I just entertained the idea.
Analeigh was on the couch lounging and Miles decided he wanted to cuddle with her. She said it was okay so I put him up there. She immediately scooted away. I don't blame her. He could not be trusted.
Although he did share his rice krispie treat. I don't know if I am that nice.
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