Luci and Nicholas turn eight months old today.
There have been lots of exciting developments this month, the highlights of which are increased mobility (I am in serious trouble) and the fact that Luci now loves to eat, finally.
Both twins can roll from back to tummy now, although Luci is far more proficient, and does so any chance she gets. She's a rolling machine, and can make it quite far if I turn my attention away from her, which, let's face it-with three little kids, this happens often. As long as she doesn't roll out the front door, I figure she's fine.
Nicholas doesn't roll as often as Luci does, but he manages to pivot and scoot himself around too.
I will need to commit myself once these two begin to crawl. Wrangling one crawling baby was enough, but two at a time, plus an increasingly erratic preschooler? TERRIFYING. Now, where did we put that fence?
Mealtime is akin to feeding time at the zoo. The babies cover themselves in food, lunge for spoons, bowls, and wipes, and Nicholas screeches the entire time for more food, and MORE FOOD NOW. Seriously, the boy is insatiable. 99% of the time, I'm feeding them on my own, and cannot shovel food down that kid's mouth fast enough for his liking. This is another twin task for which I require two more hands than I was given. I'm feeding them twice a day (lunch and dinner), and eventually I'll work in breakfast, although mornings are so nutty.
So far, they've eaten broccoli, cauliflower, green beans, carrots, sweet potatoes, peas, bananas, peaches, apples, pears, mangoes, yogurt, acorn squash, butternut squash, corn, and avocado, all organic, and all made by me (except for the yogurt, of course).
They are still so tiny, and I'm reminded of this each time I see a baby their age. Luci and Nicholas are about the length of an average five- or six-month old, and probably the weight of a three- or-four-month-old. They're certainly growing, but people are shocked when I tell them how old they are. Then, I feel inclined to launch into the "they were six weeks premature, adjusted age, blah, blah" speech, but I'm wondering if I'm going to need this speech at the ready for their entire childhoods.
There have been lots of exciting developments this month, the highlights of which are increased mobility (I am in serious trouble) and the fact that Luci now loves to eat, finally.
Both twins can roll from back to tummy now, although Luci is far more proficient, and does so any chance she gets. She's a rolling machine, and can make it quite far if I turn my attention away from her, which, let's face it-with three little kids, this happens often. As long as she doesn't roll out the front door, I figure she's fine.
Nicholas doesn't roll as often as Luci does, but he manages to pivot and scoot himself around too.
I will need to commit myself once these two begin to crawl. Wrangling one crawling baby was enough, but two at a time, plus an increasingly erratic preschooler? TERRIFYING. Now, where did we put that fence?
Neither Luci nor Nicholas is sitting up independently yet, but both can do so for a few seconds before face-planting onto the floor. Hopefully, this will happen next month, at which point I think they (and I) will be a whole lot happier when left to amuse themselves with toys.
We unearthed the Jumperoo from the attic this past month, and Luci-Lu loves it. She took to it right away. Nicholas, on the other hand, sat in it for a good week, completely confused as to what he was expected to do while in it. He finally picked up on it, and now both babies love it. Ah, containment parenting (TM: Marie). How I love thee.
Mealtime is akin to feeding time at the zoo. The babies cover themselves in food, lunge for spoons, bowls, and wipes, and Nicholas screeches the entire time for more food, and MORE FOOD NOW. Seriously, the boy is insatiable. 99% of the time, I'm feeding them on my own, and cannot shovel food down that kid's mouth fast enough for his liking. This is another twin task for which I require two more hands than I was given. I'm feeding them twice a day (lunch and dinner), and eventually I'll work in breakfast, although mornings are so nutty.
So far, they've eaten broccoli, cauliflower, green beans, carrots, sweet potatoes, peas, bananas, peaches, apples, pears, mangoes, yogurt, acorn squash, butternut squash, corn, and avocado, all organic, and all made by me (except for the yogurt, of course).
They are still so tiny, and I'm reminded of this each time I see a baby their age. Luci and Nicholas are about the length of an average five- or six-month old, and probably the weight of a three- or-four-month-old. They're certainly growing, but people are shocked when I tell them how old they are. Then, I feel inclined to launch into the "they were six weeks premature, adjusted age, blah, blah" speech, but I'm wondering if I'm going to need this speech at the ready for their entire childhoods.
I'm taking them outside as much as I can. I like throwing down a blanket in the yard, scattering a few toys, and letting them play, while Isabella climbs on her big, plastic monstrosity. They also enjoy stroller-rides, so we whip out the Big Caboose quite a bit too. Thank God for warm weather, or I swear to you I would need to be institutionalized.
We still have dinnertime drama. They still scream through dinner, Every.Single.Night. As you might imagine, this isn't something that I've grown accustomed to over time. It sucks ass, people. But one of these days, it will come to an end...right?
And then there's the nighttime drama, but I shall not delve into that black hole again (or at least, not right now).
Nicholas is turning into a total mama's boy. He hugs me when I hold him, gives me wet, slobbery kisses, and if I'm in the room and not holding him, he cries for me. If I walk away from him, he cries. When the hubs brings him to me to nurse in bed in the morning, he kicks his legs and makes excited little noises. Ah, this boy pumps up my ego like no one else these days. He loves playing with his feet, sucking on his toes, and of course, eating 4x his weight in pureed vegetables every single day.
Luci is my adventurer, lately. She adapts better to new situations than does Nicholas and this month (at least) she has had the more mellow (relatively speaking) personality. She's interacting with people more-batting their faces, grabbing hair, jewelry, etc., and is very, very vocal. The pterodactyl cry has not yet been retired. She loves chewing on her highchair tray, licking her brother's head, and being naked.
Teeth Count: O
Diaper Size: 2
Clothing: 3-6 month clothing fits best. Some 6 month clothing fits well too.
Look how cute they are! (as always.. AS IF you didn't already know!)
Thanks for the update. I always enjoy reading about your "crew."
Your babies are adorable!!!
They are too gorgeous. Really! I have the opposite problem - with my youngest because people can't believe how big he is. They wonder why this 2yr old sized kid (who is actually only 14 months) can't walk and talk (beyond the odd word) yet. He crawls at speeds like Mario Andretti, and cruises with ease between furniture on his two feet, but he's not confident enough yet, to let go, and wing it. He's already wearing his brothers age 2T stuff - it's ridiculous!
They are unbelievably CUTE. I love your posts about them and hearing how different and alike they are. I really cannot believe how big they're getting. I swear it was yesterday you were getting your ultrasound results. I look forward to hearing how it goes when they get mobile!! I hope it will be better than you fear. ;)
Too cute! Got the fence up?
I love that last photo, and I am always struck by the obvious difference in their coloring (which doesn't hurt their cuteness at all!)
I love these updates! They are so cute.
It's sounds like they're doing amazingly well, glossing over the whole hellish dinner-time thing and I'm sure the nightmare that is evening and overnight. :-)
Hope those things get easier soon. You have my sympathies with the mobility. Yikes!
They sound so sweet... most of the time. It's great how their little personalities are developing. Glad they are both liking a variety of food. I hope it stays that way. Little Elvis hit a wall at 16 months and I long for the days of him eating whatever I shoveled into his mouth.
EIGHT MONTHS OLD?!? Wow... Still crossing my fingers that the sleeping arrangements get better before anything else.
And, MAN. You make cute kids.
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Eight months, amazing! I can't believe they are that old already, I forget how time flies. And good luck with the mobility front, I can only imagine.
My daughter was just born nine weeks ago and she was six weeks early. For awhile I too was finding myself launching into detailed "adjusted age, extremely tiny because of IUGR, healthy anyway, tiny preemie, blah blah blah" explanations whenever people would exclaim about how tiny she is and, "just can't be nine weeks old and only weigh six pounds!"
Now? I just kind of keep walking and leave people talking to themselves in my wake. It works for me.
OK, I really don't do that. But I've thought about it a time or two.
Your babies are adorable!