Fuzzy Wuzzy

Kim said Audrey reminded her of "Fuzzy Wuzzy Was a Bear" during the twins' six-month photo shoot. I've been calling Audrey Fuzzy Wuzzy ever since, and I had to post this picture of her (despite how long her hair is getting, it still stands straight up!). Enjoy.

Put Your Hands Where I Can See Them!

These kids are not going to have any fingers left by the time I'm through with them! I always put their hands on the tray when I'm buckling them into the highchairs. However, this morning, sneaky little Isaac nonchalantly moved a hand while I was focused on the other side of the tray and when I snapped on the tray, I snapped him in there too and pinched his finger. After a "bloody murder" scream came out of him, I realized what I had done and quickly removed the tray to find a purplish, completely smashed finger underneath. This is not my first finger offense: When Audrey was two months old, I was trimming her nails and skimmed off the tip of her finger (I think it took about a month for the skin to grow back!).
Ryan knows how clumsy and accident-prone I am, but oh! the guilt I have that my children are the innocent victims of my un-watchful eye. It's nothing that some Tylenol and a miniature ice pack won't cure, but alas, the guilt is weighing on me. Isaac has had a particularly rough morning--Audrey had a big, projectile spit-up that nailed him in the face. It reminds me of the book Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Hope it ends on a better note for you, kiddo!

Flying Food...Funny!

Isaac's Dinner Time Antics - Watch!

Oh Mama! (or ma, ma)

Ryan and I have started a little friendly competition: He's trying to get "dada" to be the twins' first word, and naturally, I'm trying to get them to say "mama." I have to admit, I have a competitive advantage considering they are with me all day. So when Isaac started babbling several weeks ago (beginning with bababa and then wawawa), we knew dadada and mamama would soon follow. Last week, he finally discovered the "ma" sound and I worked relentlessly to get him to say it exactly twice (not "ma" or "mamamama..." but just "ma ma." Lo and behold, while protesting tummy time, he looked right up at me and cried "Ma ma!" (as in "Mom!!! Help me!!!!"). It was priceless. I know it's not technically his first word, as I'm guessing he needs to know and understand exactly what he is saying for it to count, but still! I think I won the bet. Ryan?
At the twins' six-month wellness check-up a couple of weeks ago, I expressed concern to the doctor that Audrey had not yet rolled in the slightest (while Isaac rolls constantly). The doctor told us not to worry; she'll roll when she's good and ready. Alas, she has finally started rolling. You go, girl!
Other news: I think we can confidently call Isaac an independent sitter. I am now able to leave him sitting by himself (without the Boppie) and he hasn't yet toppled. Granted, I get too nervous to leave him unattended for more than a few minutes, but I think the fact that he is so bottom-heavy bodes well for him!
BTW - the last picture is of Audrey watching "The Bachelor." I needed to buy time while I made her a bottle. This doesn't adequately capture how fascinated she was. It makes me look forward to the Audrey/Mom nights when she's older and we can do these super girly things together. :)

Babies Reading

Isaac Hitchcock?

You know they're six months old when...

You know they're six months old when...
1.  They grab the pacifier from your hand and put it in their mouth themselves.
2.  Father and son begin holding "fart sound" contests (and both laugh hysterically at this).
3.  They give you the stink eye (and know exactly what they're doing).
4.  They only want Mom.
5.  They get stuck in the Bumbo (maybe it's time to retire it and move onto sitting completely on their own!).
6.  They have "perma-booger."
7.  They manage to find and put into their mouths that one thing that you didn't see when you were cleaning the room.
8.  They "cry wolf" all of the time now, and you still fall for it.
9.  They disrupt mass--not because they're crying, but because they're smiling and shrieking with laughter and distracting half of the congregation.
10. They are crabby all day, but then Dad gets home and they are perfect angels. :)

Happy Six-Month Birthday, Audrey and Isaac! We love you!