Eleanor and Saralyn are growing like nuclear weeds on steroids. I think they are beginning a simultaneous growth spurt this week. All the signs are there:
- They have hour long hiccough sessions
- The are eating more than a pair of starved mother lions
- They are super sleepy.
- and the older one is Super whiny.
So, great. Growth. I want my girls to grow big and strong, but they still have clothes with the tags on that they can’t wear!!! Sigh.
Eleanor’s curiosity is getting the better of her. There’s no drawer too forbidden, no fireplace too dirty and no puddle to wet to scare her away. I guess there’s no mommy too angry to deter her either…. Elly’s talking much more now, too. When her daddy asks, “What did you do today?” she can say “We wenna de office, fedda da dugks, edda samitch…” and so on. But, she also is victim to mass negativism. “I can’t want ta taka baff!!!”, “I can’t want ta cookie!!!” and “I can’t want ta eata noo-dle!!!” Even if she ASKED for it, she “Can’t want it!”
Drives. Me. Bonkers.
Saralyn is getting the hang of grasping things and is able to sit up with a little help. She squawks when she gets bored or can’t see. Still not much of a crier, Saralyn gets her needs met with coos, squeaks and a mumbly babble that is super cute (followed quickly by annoying). If that doesn’t get her what she wants, she just turns on the charm and bats her eyelashes at you. Melt! Alas, as her Grambi says, Saralyn is “unsafe at any feed.” She still likes to spit up a quart or two of chunder at many a meal. Other than that, she’s a great, easy baby.
This weekend, we are going to have the grandparents over to dye Easter eggs.
“I can’t WANT da egg!” (Grabs a hard boiled lump and knocks over the green….)
“Hic”… Drool. “Hic” …. Drool. “Hic”…
This could be messy…