I have neglected my poor blog again. It isn't that I can't find time to write. Goodness knows I spend enough of my day in front of the computer. It just that I can't seem to form my thoughts into words lately. And when I do - well, lets just say it is less than poetic and isn't to be shared with the world.
Both boys are starting to say more distinct words. I find it incredibly amusing that neither of them show any sign of recognition when I ask them about eyes, ears or nose. But they can proudly say socks, shoes and as of today shirt. And know exactly what they mean. Ahhh, they are my children! They know whats important in life!
Last week they had their 18-month check up. We didn't get to see how tall they were because they wouldn't hold still long enough to measure them. I'm thinking of doing it one night while their sleeping. G now weighs 24lbs and Z weighs 21lbs. Both boys are right on track developmentally, being leaps and bounds ahead on their physical development.
Z has started jumping. Off the floor. And forward about 1 1/2 feet. He's so adorable bouncing through the house going "jju" "jju". G tries very hard to jump. Very, very hard. He finds it isn't easy to get that big tummy to cooperate and it weighs him down.
Last week we took away the pacifiers. It hasn't been the easiest. They're still crying when they go to bed. But, I'm hoping soon they'll forget all about them and the brokenhearted sobbing will stop.
As the boys grow, we go through stages. There was the newborn oh-so-hard stage. And then they got a bit bigger and it was easier. Then 6-months came and they were sleeping through the night. And it was easy-peasy. Then they became mobile. Around a year it seemed to get easier. And now at 18-months we've hit a hard patch again. They are so active. Constantly in motion. Add to that the fact that they've discovered their will. And along with it a temper.
They've started fighting with each other. Some fights are truly amusing to watch. The battle cry scream that leads to hitting, pushing, chasing each other. And then the pathetic fights. Where one just gives up in despair and either sits his bum down and sobs. Or stomps around the house screaming. As a mother - I admit I don't know how to handle these. Its usually over a toy. Of which there is only one. I've tried taking away the toy. Which just leads to more tears and screaming. Along with them trying to climb up my legs. And evil glares should I chose to pick up one boy over the other.
Thankfully, not all moments are so trying. The hugs and kisses. The look on their face when they discover something new. How sweet they are sleeping peacefully in their cribs...