And here they are at seven months. (please excuse the flea-bag looking sheet over their window. I have got to get some curtains in there for their naps!)
Millie left, Evy right
Evelyn creeps and crawls (but is not at all happy about the crawling. She grouches the entire time she is on her hands and knees. Needless to say, she isn't extremely skilled at the crawling yet.) I just noticed the beginnings of her first tooth poking through her gums yesterday.
Amelia is less mobile than Evelyn, but is a much better sitter. She hardly ever falls over, and I still have to go sit Evy back up every few minutes when they are on the floor. Amelia is the chatty one of the two, and emits a cacophony of squealing when she is excited.
Michael and I like to pretend that they are calling us when they say "Da da da" and "Ma ma ma." However, they say those things to everyone . . .
One of the highlights of my day is when I come to pick them up from their cribs and they act like they couldn't possibly be any more delighted to see me. Their slobbery grins light up their chubby faces like sunshine. Their little arms and legs start pumping so hard that I think if I don't pick them up right then, they might pass out from joyous exertion. They are just both so happy.
When I think of our lives a year ago, when we had just barely learned that we were going to have twins, I think that I could never have realized how incomplete our family would have been without both of them. I remember how scared we were, and how overwhelmed I thought we would be (not that we don't have moments). But it all feels manageable. Life feels exactly as it should be.
I know I'd be lonely without those two sets of fat little cheeks to kiss all day long.
