Holy moly. That is all I can say today. My kids are growing. I don't just mean getting bigger and getting chubbier (Liv 21.6lbs and Charlie 22.5lbs), I mean the kind of growing that involves your brain...and your emotions.
So. Physically, Charlie now has 4 teeth making him generally uncomfortable. Apparently this boy likes to grow them two at a time. Livy still has...none. But as the pediatrician said on Wednesday, that also means no biting. Good point. I'll take that. Charlie, however, has shown the slightest bit of interest in this biting thing, which means I have to keep an eye on him. He is also pulling himself up completely...on everything...since Monday. Including the side of his crib.
Not only that (here comes that emotion and mind part), Liv has decided that today she will act like a toddler. She threw her first fit...and I tried real hard not to laugh at her while she screamed away. Not allowing her to grab her brother's bottle while he is still drinking it isn't going to fly with her anymore! And neither is trying to take the spoon back from her, even if you are only trying to help her scoop more food into her mouth. I've heard her in her crib lately screaming...well, shrieking. I think she's been practicing for this tantrum thing. I remember when I said my first sentence. I practiced it several times in my room to get it just right before I burst into the living room and said, "I wuv Forda!" (read: I love Florida.) I believe the same principle may be at play here.
Ah well. Breath. And really, life can't get any better than this. :)