They are 9 months old and so busy it defies description. Perpetual motion. Touch, feel, chew, spin, grab. I have a furry vest that I am likely going to have to wear all summer. They love to touch it, rubbing their little hands up and down the (fake) fur. When they wear it out we will have to cut it up and put pieces in their memory books.
Yesterday there was an I-can-make-louder-noises-than-you match as they sat opposite each other taking turns yelling out very loud happy noises. I wonder what they said?
One is very much alertly curious. He watches, turning his head slightly to the side as if saying, “what is that all about?” The other watches more studiously, carefully, as if drawing his own conclusions. They don’t stare at other babies like most kids; after all they have each other. But they both gaze at their 4 year old cousin as if he is a miracle. (He is but that’s beside the point.)
One has a grin that is accompanied by noises and chortles. The other has a smile that engages his whole face including his eyes and the almost dimple in his chin. When he smiles it’s with everything he’s got. Did I mention that I really like little kids?
One has been busy growing teeth. The other learning words. He rather likes his Dad. His dad’s name is Greg. One of his first words was “Geg”. Seriously. I told you he is curious and he listens. (Parenting 101 note: They hear everything you say. Period) I understand the other twin has made his vocal debut with “Mama”. That’s great, I approve, but we are working on “Gamma”.
They do like the same toys: Sophie and Monsieur Tsetse (luckily they have one each of these), the small red book, the singing frog (une-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-violette-bicyclette), the stacking toys. Happily their attention span so far is shorter than a finger snap so there’s no fighting (yet). On the other hand there is no compunction about grabbing something right out of the other brother’s hand either.
They are on the same sleep schedule roughly. I understand that is Sanity 101 for parents of multiples. But when one gets tired he rubs his eyes. The other pulls on his ear exactly like his Dad did. Did you know there was a gene for that? When I tucked Monsieur Ear-puller in, he snuggled into his sleep sac and smiled, almost purring, looking very grateful that someone had realized he needed a rest from all that doing. I am waiting for “Can I have my nap now?”; there’s likely a gene for that too.
In line with their plan to be 6’4″ by the time they are two, they eat everything in sight. One liked the Brussels sprouts. (Go figure!) The other went along with it but was fairly unimpressed. They both ate their carrots and absolutely devoured the fruit. And when it came to dinner which was a “wonderful” melange of turkey and vegetables, they had their mouths open before the next bite was ready, following brother’s bite with covetous eyes.
One bounces with glee when you pick him up from his nap. Bounce, bounce, kick, kick….here I am, ready for what’s next! Let’s go! By the way what is next? Let’s go! The other bounces to music: bounce, bounce, dance, dance! Sing more, play more music. Don’t stop! Dance more!
Their parents came home before we could abscond with them and for some reason wanted to give them their bottles and cuddle them themselves. Oh wait, it’s okay; I am no longer 30 and I’m exhausted. Nap time for Grandma. I wonder if I could borrow a sleep sac?