Eight Months

Busy.

Busy, busy, busy! Both me and the twins!

Emma is...

Eight months is looking pretty good so far. The twins are doing lots of fun things these days.

Making noise. Logan is an expert at making noise. There may very well be a gene that boys have that controls Noise Making or Making Bizarre Sounds that girls don't have. He doesn't just make raspberries, he goes Tzzzt! Tzzzt! Bbbbb! Da-da-da-da-da! and funny little grunting sounds when hungry and he's in the process of stuffing his face.

"Mm. Mhm. Mmm. Unh. Unh. Huhn. Mmm."

If you think about Tim Allen's character, with his bizarre grunting? That's roughly what Logan sounds like when eating. I suspect he's a foodie.

"Foooooood! Yeee-ha! Let's eat!"

Then there's the squealing and laughing. Logan seems to laugh at things more than Emma does and finds Emma hysterically funny. She, in turn, cracks up whenever he grins at her. Their little Laugh Fests can go on for minutes at a time. Super sweet!

Logan still inhales food like it's going out of style. He loves to eat. Loves it. Emma, finally has gotten into food, but it seems to be due more to the fact that we've given up on giving her pureed baby food and instead just give her tiny pieces of regular food.

"I try dis cheese. I not so sure if I gonna like it. When do I get da choklit?"
BTW, she loved the cheese. Crackers, too.

The only problem? Mealtime is now incredibly messy! So now we're back to multiple outfit changes a day due to all the food dropped and smeared all over their clothes. Bleah!

Glomp! Chomp! Chew! Masticate! "Baby Hulk Smash!" Snarf! Snarf! Snarf!

"Dis is goooood eatin'! I love dis stuff. Not dat cheese so much, doh."

"I got to tell you: I not so sure about dis food stuff orij- inee- at firsts, but now? Now dat dere's cheese an' crackers an' berries? Iz all good for me now."

Of course, solid food also means they are working on their pincer grasps and dropping food all over the floor. We have to sweep up after every meal or it's just too awful to contemplate.

Not so good at the pincer grasp. Emma shows us why she wears a lot of her snacks.

Step. Crunch. Step. Squish.

*Shudder*

This is where it would pay off to have a dog, except for all the additional chaos and hair. Perhaps a rental? Dogs As Vacuums. Vac-A-Dog! Get right on that, would ya? Thanks!

Movement. Logan is still crawling backwards, not forwards. Emma, however, has her own thing going on with her crawling style. She's fast and accurate. Also? She comes when called! She cruises around holding onto anything that will bear her weight and quite a few things that won't.

*Crash!* *Thud!* *Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeam!*

Repeat.

Dominance. Emma has established her dominance. She is a Toy Thief. Logan can be sitting there, happily playing/chewing/drooling on something and Emma will cruise on over and take it right out of his hands. She's done this so many times that Logan starts up anticipatory crying before she has actually reached him and snagged his stuff.

I kid you not.

"Hey, dis look like a good book."

Cue the Jaws music. Emma does a half-walking crawl.

Closer....

"Logan, whatchu got dere?"
"Uh oh. Nuffin! Nuffin you want!"

"Noooo! She be stealin' mai book!"
"Gimme!"

"Nooo!"

The face of Despair.

Logan plots his revenge: "I gonna poke you in da head when you sleepin'."
Emma: "What you say?"
Logan: "Nuffin."

Emma is still close by and Logan is still crying, thinking that she's going to steal the book again. I distracted her with a different toy after I stopped laughing and shooting. Poor Logan!

Off by himself, Logan finishes "reading" his book.

Sleep still eludes us, although we do get the occasional 5 hour stretch. Tandem nursing seems to help most at night, keeping them together, but during the day Emma just isn't as tired as Logan is. Not quite sure how to handle that one. If we try to keep him awake longer, he turns into a nutcase but if we try to put her down before she's ready, she screams bloody murder and keeps Logan awake.

Ahhh, life with twins!

At least they're cute!