|I know this is a little too much skin, but the grandparents dig it|
|Wilson and James in a rare moment, just staring at eachother|
growing fast, who wouldn't have a little coordination trouble if that was the case, and CC scooted til she was 19months, she just needs more practice, but it doesn't mean she can't be good if she wants to be.) She gives up easily, oh little sister, please wear blinders, I wish I could blind you from comparing yourself to your older sister, and free you up to the love of trying and failing.
Wilson loves the wipes container. He crinkles it in his hands, rolls on it, stares at it, guards it, lusts after it- generally it is a love affair to be remembered. And why not? The wipes bag is shiny and light blue, when you pat it, it makes wonderful crinkle sounds. Quinn is a girl about town. A few times this week she even crawled out of the room the babies were playing in, once it was to come find me in the dining room, I was so honored. She has fast hands and feet. No little brother can keep up with her, especially when she has her eyes on something of theirs. A few days ago she had her eyes on Wilson's wipes and army crawled over to get them. I started crying for Wilson, he had no defense once Quinny set in. He watched in horror as his beloved wipes were being loved and gummed by another. And when she cast them aside, he was there for them.
|Wilson with his second love, the wipes, I am his first|
|Get a good look, most people complain they never see these babies all together. Here we are having our good morning bottle.|
|Here are the brothers together some say they look alike others say not. Maybe you will be able to tell better when Wils hair grows in, so far it is growing in like CCs did, slow and in wisps- some things are worth waiting for|
|Snoozing on Grumpy's lap (Wilson)|