Except that probably won't happen, because every time I declare that I will do something exciting to celebrate a momentous occasion, I remember how lame I really am and bail on it. (In case you forgot, upon finding out we were pregnant, instead of getting permission to leave work an hour, I sent Brian to lunch at Freebirds on his own while I went back to work. And what's even worse? My boss was out of the office that day. Seriously, I am that lame.)
The twins are 17 months old today, so happy 17 months to them! I have mentally committed to making a few big changes when they reach 18 months (pacifier detox for Clara and officially dropping to one nap a day - aka: ONLY ONE BREAK FOR MOMMY AND DADDY A DAY), so I fully intend to enjoy every minute of this next month. Especially the really quiet minutes that occur when Clara has a pacifier in her mouth. And the really quiet ones that occur during their two separate naps. I hate change.
I also intend to take some non-professional-but-better-than-the-crappy-iphone pictures of them at 18 months, so perhaps I will accompany those with a more official 18-month update blog post. For now, all you need to know is the following:
- They are both saying more words. Colby's newest, as I mentioned, is "dump truck," and Clara's newest is "baby."
- One word they almost never say in context is "mama," which is only mildly insulting, especially considering the passion with which Clara yells "DAH" every time she sees anything that even remotely resembles a dog. Don't worry, I only endured 3 years of infertility, underwent a cycle of IVF, carried you in my womb for 8+ months, and went through major surgery to bring you into this world. No hard feelings.
- But don't worry, "dada" rolls right off their tongues, as does "Pop Pop," which would be their name for my dad, whom they see approximately once a month.
- They are much better at feeding themselves and thankfully will eat most things we put in front of them. This has made meal time immensely less labor-intensive… and stressful.
- They are busy. And they think they are really independent. Which is both aggravating and entertaining all at the same time.
So that's about all I have to share at the moment. Happy Friday!