On Friday, the Twins turned 17 months old (don’t worry, we’re still in denial over here, too). It was a whirlwind month with the girls amazing us more every day.
Ava started walking five days after turning 16 months old. That might have something to do with the whirlwind. We are now chasing them in two different directions. Baby proofing is officially vital. At play time she has had to go into isolation of her own playpen because she continued to bite Isla. Most recently, she’s put her pacifier to the side. It’s no longer attached to her day and night. She went four nights without it before uncovering it from under her crib mattress on Friday night (but promptly told it “night” on Saturday morning). Her favorite thing is “Number of the Day” from Sesame Street.
Isla continues to be a busy ham. She’s all about making us laugh and giving us reason to hold our breath all in the same minute. Her hair is finally growing out of the Terry Bradshaw, her teeth out of the Michael Strahan. She still favors Daddy, but started calling out for Mama more and more. When she is done eating, she makes it clear that she is done by yelling so. When she’s not racing Ava up the stairs to bed or throwing her stuffed dog around the living room, she’s busy finding fun toys in the Bigs’ toy room. Her favorite thing is “Letter of the Day” from Sesame Street.
Oh, girls. You might still be wearing 6-9 month shoes, but your feet have brought such big happiness to our world. Our nightly peek-a-boo and jumping on the bed sessions are long going to be burned in my mind. You’ve grown all too quickly, but it’s all been for the good. Lots and lots of love, ladies. xoxo