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One of Those Baby Updates

I figured since I am being labelled a Mommy Blogger (or so I've noticed in a few places) I should maybe, you know, blog about the babies.

The babies are 7 months old, or almost 32 weeks old. I'm not sure why I still bother about that weeks business. I suppose it's because it ties in with them being weighed, but I'm a negligent absent-minded stubborn mother and haven't had them weighed in a while. I can safely say that they're still gaining weight. Or, rather, my biceps can state that they're gaining weight because I'm going to look like Arnold Schwarzenegger's slightly less brawny little sister with the size of the muscles I'm getting from carting babies around.

The twins presented me with two red geraniums for the kitchen on Mother's Day, courtesy of my stepmom who sent them money to make sure they bought me something (which was so nice I didn't even get angry that the babies not only stole the car without asking but drooled all over the keys). Did you know that infants can wake up on the wrong side of the crib and make your day a living hell? No? Well they can. On Mother's Day in celebration of the woman who gave birth to them they also gifted me with fierce moods that continued throughout the day, leading me to assume that I didn't so much give birth to them as simply be there when they were spawned.

The babies are moving on, and it's honestly great fun most of the time. Nick and Nora have liked being read to for some time but now they don't mind reading on their own.

Oh wait. Did I say reading? I meant bashing.

Nick, in stereotypical boy style, has learned that bashing things with his fist is big, big fun. That photo was him mid-bash. Nick the Destructor - aka Nick the Bruiser or Nick the Thug - has discovered that anything is subject to bashing - books, his stomach (which makes him laugh), and particularly Sophie. Sophie was a teething suggestion from Statia when I told her I was at the end of my tether, as neither baby will touch cold things, teething rings, or fruit to ease their aching gums. Statia suggested Sophie. I bought one. The twins initially were of the mindset Are you serious, Mom? You expect me to chew on that? See how that thing is shaped? Yeah. Guess where you can stick her. Now, though, both babies love her so much that I've had to buy another one because sharing is a pretty foreign concept to 7 month olds. Nick particularly loves Sophie so much he sleeps with her. What Statia had failed to mention was that Sophie squeaks, so we know when Nick wakes up based on the melodious sound of *bash*squeak*bash*squeak*bash coming from his cot.

Nora is also into reading (even if the book is upside down), but Nora is more into contorting her body into various poses. She's twigged she has feet, and twigged it a week before Nick did. Now all she does is ride her legs high in the air.

Constantly.

Any chance she gets, including in the Fisher-Price Kickin' Bobbin' Gym, which I got at a bargain price brand new off of Ebay.

Also a recommendation from Statia, at first the babies were unimpressed. Now they both love it to bits. However Statia once again failed to mention to me the seriously annoying noises this toy makes. (This year for Christmas Auntie Helen is going to send Statia's Mini all the annoyingly noisy toys she can find. She's come across a ball that, when you roll it, shouts random phrases in French as it hurtles across the room. That's looking pretty good to Auntie Helen.)

The twins still sit together and hold hands a lot. Nora spends a lot of time watching Nick. Nick spends a lot of time watching lights. So many parallels between their relationship and Angus' and my relationship.

Put them down for a nap together, though, and you always find them invading each others' personal space.

And once they wake up, you'll always find Nick stealing Sophie from Nora.

She pays him back by eating him.

Both babies are heavy onto the solid foods now. They're pretty bored with millk and get a bit shouty if that's all they have to eat. Nick in particular loves food (thereby taking after both Angus and I). He eats huge portions of food and screams when feeding time is over, even when you're sure he's not hungry. He stops pouting after awhile, so thank God for babies having 7 second long attention spans. They're allowed cheese and eggs now, but while I haven't tried the eggs we did test drive the cheese. I'm pleased to report that they both love cheese, which is a good thing as if they didn't like cheese we may have to exchange the babies for cheese-lovers because not liking cheese is, in this household, a crime akin to drowning kittens.

I know that they're still small for their age (he's in size 6-9m, and although she looks bigger she's actually much smaller than him, and only just heading out of the 3-6m clothes) they're getting baby chub, which I'm delighted by.

The baby chub will act as an energy booster for when they start walking. Realistically, we know they won't be walking by their first birthday. We'll be lucky if they're crawling. They both still can't roll over, and they can't sit unaided. Nick in particular still has a wobbly neck. I'm not too worried about it, as selfishly it's a good thing they can't be mobile right now - the house is in such a state it might actually be dangerous for them to do so.

Nick has a case of cradle cap that we're fighting. Both babies have two teeth, both in their bottom jaws. Nora has no problem while teething, just some diaper rash and drooling. Nick, on the other hand, huuuuuuuurts. He huuuuuuuurts and you must all huuuuuuuurt too.

They have startling personalities now. Nora is sunshine and light. She loves to be held, and only wants to not be held when it's time to go to sleep. She laughs easily, smiles constantly, and is generally very easygoing.

Nick, once the easygoing baby, is now Personality Central. He has quick mood changes where he's happy, he's happy, he's happy, he's angry RIGHT NOW. He sometimes just has had enough of people and so we put him in his crib and he talks to himself for ages, completely happy. He's a funny kid though, and prone to watching the world. Lights are his thing, as is any toy that makes noise. When he smiles his whole face lights up, which is a good thing as it makes you forget all those times when he's being such a miserable sod that you understand why animals eat their young.

Finally (since I'm probably boring you to tears) they both like being outside.

I love them. I do sometimes want to leave them on a hill and give the changeling babies back. Instead, in my little personal battle for revenge for their occasionally foul moods, I just create lots of pictures that I hope will someday humiliate the hell out of them.

I think I'm ahead on that score.

-H.

PS-hey, a variant of this photo is going to be printed in a paper over here. No I'm not telling which one because then you will know their non-superhero aliases.

Posted by Everydaystranger at May 13, 2008 08:57 AM • TrackBack .

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