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It’s been a while, so I’m going to spare you the “update” and just cram a big fat sack of adorable down your throats.
Seen the boys lately? Nine-months old, almost 10 as of this writing.
M. Wait for it…
…there it is!
When we last left our heroes, we were wrapping up the holidays:
The fam came by to visit me at work one day. The sign was coincidental, advantageous, and awesome.
As families go, we’re the best one ever, so just stop deluding yourselves.
Between mobile babies, company, and all the hullabaloo during Christmas, Jack had to get resourceful when it came to naps. He’s normally a sleep-in-designated-sleeping-areas cat.
ICYMI, the boys are advancing every day. Part of the reason for the delay and format of this post is because it’s hard to keep up:
We keep moving further from purees as we introduce more and more people food:
“You know how you hate that ‘more of it on you than in you’ joke, dad? It’s stuck in your mind like an earworm, isn’t it?”
He likes cheese. He can stay.
Not everything’s a hit.
“What about our comfort foods?”
Not to worry! Favorite and familiar items remain on the menu, like hoodie drawstrings…
…and can Koozies.
Sometimes a little sleight of hand is required to get them to eat. Pretending the spoon is an airplane or choo-choo, or holding a spoon in your mouth, for example.
Take a good look; this is some grade-A daddery.
Sometimes we bust out the heavy guns: U.S.S. Enterprise spoon. Do the nacelles light up? Uh, yeah. You don’t want to look like a loser with non-lighty Enterprise-spoon nacelles.
Both boys have been standing with support for a while now, and C is starting to let go and stand for a few seconds.
They’ve been pulling ourselves to standing for a while now, but it bears mentioning again.
See “cat sleeping in duffle bag,” above.
As hard as we’ve tried to keep the boys contained to one room at a time, the layout of our house makes it difficult. Many of their escape attempts are at least somewhat successful.
It started with C shaking the gates, smacking them, checking for weaknesses…
…and before we knew it, he found weak points and started to spring himself with some frequency.
When stronger barricades were installed, they were simply toppled.
Sometimes a little teamwork is needed…
Fun babies having fun:
M likes to help in the kitchen…
She’s laughing here, but she stops when she realizes they lifted her rings and credit cards.
They discovered laundry baskets recently.
If making paper pirate hats and playing on the floor with infants is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
Fun with cardboard boxes was discovered around the same time as the laundry baskets.
I thought C was narcissistic, but turns out reflection-smooching is a thing.
Our anniversary was pretty low-key this year. The boys picked B.J.’s, and I think we all had a pretty good time.
I spent way too much time writing and deleting dialogue between these two in this pic. Let’s just say there was some disagreement about pizza toppings. Oh, and the appropriate hoppiness of IPAs.
She: “Cheers, yes, thanks, OK, let’s go.” They: “You mentioned a frozen cheesecake pla-oh MOM, c’mon!”
Sometimes a bamboo wok spatula is just a bamboo wok spatula.
Wrestling over this walker toy thing. I wish that more photos had come out…
Reading/singing from/with “Frog Trouble”, a sing-along book of original kids’ songs by real artists.
Hard to believe…
We’ve begun taking the boys to play areas that seem to be in every shopping mall these days, as well as to parks and other places where they can get exercise and play. C is very much about crawling all over, climbing, and taking other people’s stuff. M is more about finding one spot to play and chilling, which means he is often under my arm as I chase down his brother.
Upon first realizing that he is free…
He climbed higher (note the grown man’s hip) but by then I was in a crouched baby-catching position.
They chased away another little kid so that they could play with this spinny wall thing that they didn’t even know how to work. Jerks.
Anne Geddes has really lost her touch…
Again with the fake ferries…
[mandatory “whale of a good time” joke]
“Do I follow you around ant take pictures when you’re at your job?”
We had nice enough weather recently to take them to a nearby park for some sun and fresh air.
Unfortunately we were there on Opposite Day, so don’t read too much into the smiles.
Even the kitchen has been baby-proofed and opened for exercise and exploration:
They even got their own cabinets and drawers of unbreakables.
Baby Proofing 101: Don’t leave floor-level major appliances open.
Coincidental: The first witnessed standing of C without pulling himself up on furniture or something.
Speaking of furniture, C also started climbing on that…
…and even getting himself down without falling (sometimes).
Just cute babies being cute:
Some of these are repeats, but I’m not sorry.
They’re right to look concerned; this two-seat shopping cart didn’t seem all that safe. Convenient, though!
A moment for M:
If you look back at a lot of the posts on this blog, I talk about and/or you can see in pictures M’s bent neck and big round head, both as a result of torticollis. He’s come a long way since birth, and even though they both have, I’m very happy because he had an extra hurdle to jump. Although each boy has developed different abilities at different rates, M has mostly caught up to C on physicality and was even climbing stairs first. He’s also starting to hand things over when asked, deliberately stack and unstack (not knock over), is a proficient clapper, and I’m pretty sure I saw him flipping off someone at Target the other day.
“If my dust gets in your mouth, don’t worry, it’s edible.”
“I’m happy. I know it. Well, I know what to do next!”
Maybe you can’t tell here, but this kid dropped or tried to drop each of the little wooden milk bottles back into this vintage truck when I would hand them to him. He’s done the same thing with other toys. No word on when we’ll stop having to pick up after him.
“My work here is done.”