Otter began rolling over within days of her 5 month birthday, Owl was the week after her. They both started batting at toys at around that same time.
Otter is a prolific smiler, and likes to talk the most of the two of them. She gets really loud...probably to be louder than her siblings. Otter also screams sometimes when she cries. Owl, on the other hand, has an harsh throaty thing that she does. Thankfully the throaty thing and the screaming are both extremes...not their regular cries.
|Mr. Fox doesn't like this picture of Otter, but I love it. |
I don't usually see resemblances between the twins and Chick, but in this picture I totally do.
The heavy lids and occasional indent under the cheekbones are just like Chick.
The kids are helpful by degrees.
Chick can reliably pick the babies up, walk around with them, and has changed diapers (though not often). She is comfortable and big enough that she can soothe a crying baby, and I think they trust her. She's matured a LOT since they were born, and though she will always be strong-willed, she has taken the initiative to help without being asked and is responsible and able to be reasoned with. One of her favorite pasttimes lately is writing notes and lists. She'll write a list of who has been good and who hasn't (ie, who she is upset with and not), or write a note telling her teacher something.
About a month ago we noticed that she had two new teeth growing in behind her baby teeth on the bottom. After asking on Facebook it sounded like it wasn't completely uncommon and the best thing to do would be to *encourage* the baby teeth to get out. Chick doesn't like pain of any kind, though, so she didn't wiggle the tooth much. It wasn't until a couple of days ago that the tooth finally came out. The one next to it is now quite wiggly without the stability of its neighbor...the tooth fairy might need to come make another stop soon.
Monkey can pick the babies up and hold them. Sometimes she walks with them, but that is discouraged. She doesn't hold them for long before she is done, and she can't get them to stop crying so she only likes to help when they are happy. She sees Chick getting attention for helpfulness (with babies and also with housework) and she wants that too, so she's learning to do things, and she likes getting to be a "big girl" too. She's inbetween, though...sometimes she follows Chick's example, and sometimes she reverts down to Moose's level. She's still very creative. Here's a picture of her holding some toilet paper. She'd gone to the bathroom and then came out with this toilet paper saying, "this looks like a truck." Sure does...I would never have noticed.
Moose. Oh dear Moose. What a two-year old he is. He loves loves loves his babies. I commented to Fox last night that I wish I could hear Owl and Otter's blood pressure readings continuously...specifically when they see Moose come into the room and come over the pay attention to them! He just doesn't know how to be gentle enough with such little people. But he does as well as any toddler. He can hold them when supervised, and gets in trouble if he's not supervised. He wants to help, though, so if a baby is crying he'll give her a chupa or bring her to me...which of course is not safe or approved.
Having twins wouldn't be too much of a challenge if it weren't for Moose in the mix.
Yet, he is so so so SO sweet. I hate to think of my family without him. He's going to be such a blessing to me personally, when all of the girls are teenagers! He almost never refuses a hug, or denies a kiss, and he calms right down if you offer to scratch his back or cuddle with him. And it's super fun now that he's expressing bigger thoughts with his bigger vocabulary. Most of the time I don't know what to do with him, but I wouldn't want to do without him.
Today as we were leaving for church the older girls noticed (for the first time, really?!) that there was a "pirate ship" on our front door. Monkey thought we should paint it brown. I said no. Chick thought we should paint the house, and I agreed and said that I've wanted to paint the house since we moved in. Then I thought (somewhat bitterly) that we've lived here for five years this month and still haven't painted the house...but then I realized that we've had four kids in those five years. So I guess we've kept busy enough.
Fox and I are tired and happy with our quiver full. The house will get painted eventually. : )