|Someones gots bikes for their birthdays! Wil and Quinn test out their new wheels|
Here are the 1 year old birthday stats: Quinn 95% for height and 22 pounds, James 75% for height and 22 pounds and Wilson bringing up the rear with a solid 80% for height. All are healthy and fat, Wilson is a pound less than the others.
Abilities: No one is walking yet, Quinn and James are close. Wil is just hanging out happy to scoot. I remind you that CC didn't walk til she was 19 months so he may be following her lead. Nathans Gramma Dorothy has a sister with a set of great grand-baby triplets born the same month as ours, crazy eh? So I check in with Dani every once in a while to see how we compare. My babies are tall butterballs with tons of hair, but all of hers are walking.
|Bottle feeding. The babies prefer to eat on their own, I grab one or two of them a few times a day to feed and be close but they want to roll around and knock bottles more than have mom time|
|Holy cow this Quinn baby is as sweet and cheerful as a flower|
|Nate and Quinn|
|Babies First Birthday!!!|
|Happy Birthday Babies, thank you for coming to our home, we are so blessed to have you|
If you can imagine, James is a human wrecking ball hanging from a chain in my house. Swings once, BOOM there goes the computer, books, mouse, keyboard overturned, swings again (huge smile on his face) BOOM there goes the phone stand, phone books, phone etc, WEEEEE! BOOM, garbage can overturned and what looks good to chew? Total busybody.
The other day Quinn and James were playing in my room. James knocked over a lamp, it came down with a crash, made a huge ruckus. I ran in to see what had happened. Quinny, stared up at me with her fat little finger stuck halfway down a tube of my favorite chapstick, frozen in mid dig and staring at me as if to say, "Mom, this is peanuts compared with what just James just did."
Help me, I am in for it now.
Have I played with you yet today? Sometimes, my home tasks become so repetitive -it takes so long to to prepare, feed, bathe, cleanup, and dress everyone I go into this robot mode. Towards the end of the day I find myself waking up from robot mode with a little free time and it is like I am seeing my children as children for the first time. Hello Wilson! Have you been played with yet today? James have we cuddled?
Sometimes, I feel like we could do the routine of- nap, change, eat, bottle, nap, change, eat, bottle all day without any time for play. What am I the keeper of an orphanage? Everyone! Line up beside your bed and let me see your fingernails! Where's my whistle?
|Who wouldn't want a piece of this to play with|