Dancing Fools

The lighting is really bad in the living room - but you get the idea!

Whoa Backlog

Lots to report on. Let's see...Sarah is officially walking now. Caleb and Sarah are dancing machines. And climbers. And love to copy one another. And beat up the cat. What else? Lots of new teeth. Caleb just got a new haircut and we're experimenting with Sarah's hair style. Tonight we went to Meemaw and Grandpa's for our "Eastover" celebration. More to follow.

Video - almost 14 months

Here we are at almost 14 months. Usually, Caleb is the ham of the pair, but Sarah cracks me up in this video clip. Warning, it's long and unedited. Ignore my commentary, if you can even understand with my mumbling.

Video - 13 months, rough housing

Caleb is rough with Sarah but she doesn't seem to mind. He's a wild boy,  he's taken to pulling off his pants, thus the naked bottom half. The only thing that can stop him is this baby doll toy. He's scared shitless. It's  really funny, except that he really gets scared.  Back story : Silvia brought over the doll as a gift, Sarah was scared immediately. When Caleb got up from  his nap,  we showed him the toy to see his reaction. The doll started crawling forward, Caleb starting stepping backward. Then, Caleb felt bold and reached out to touch the doll. Thing is, it has a motion sensor so it started moving. OMG the  look on his face, and the SCREAM. It was  hilarious and sad at the same time. We now use it as a deterrent.  Baby doll stays in the front hall—where we don't want  C to crawl up on the front bench. I know, it's mean, but it works.

Babies in a Basket

Oh, the shenanigans...apparently  Sarah was drinking her bottle, minding her own business, and Caleb decided to take a nose dive into the basket.

First Haircut

The long-awaited day! For a long time now, I have wondered how long Caleb's hair would be by the time we cut it - since we were waiting until he was a year old. And from the very beginning, this boy had hair! To answer that questions, it was pretty long. Like, upper middle-of-the-back long. Ponytail long, pigtail long (both which I have played around with), probably could have braided it. Sarah also has great hair but she lost her newborn hair and then grew it back like most babies. So she didn't really need a cut, but we needed to fix the awful job I did on her bangs, and trim the super-long (newborn) pieces.

 

They were really good, not a tear shed (well, Caleb got freaked out by the hair dryer but I can relate to that!). We celebrated at Godfather Pizza, where the Bodner children got pizza from after hair cuts. 

Trouble with a capital T

I am beyond exhausted today. I was a saint (again - he he) and watched the kids all day - so Matt could watch lots of football (he wants it known that he helped feed the babies). They had me running around ALL DAY. Our house is totally locked down with gates and other safety gear so normally I can let them roam free and not have to chase after them.  Until they got good at climbing. God help me. Don't get me wrong, it was funny and cute at first (thus the photos). But now I just run around screaming "no climbing" and "danger" and removing babies from places they should not be (screaming, throwing their bodies around). Here are some highlights:

The first series is in the 3rd floor playroom. I turned around for ONE second and both C&S have climbed onto their toy chest.

 

So not only did the climb up and stand up on the toy chest and play with light switches and door knobs, but Caleb also climbed from the toy chest to the radiator. Good times. Rather than hone my discipline skills, I carried them out the playroom and back to their room where there aren't any things to climb (since I removed the rocking chair). Or so I thought.

I actually knew they do these things in their room, but at least when the climb or fall they're a lot closer to the ground and it's carpeted.

 

The changing table is fun to play in, for those in the market for a changing table, look for good construction. This bottom is about to collapse under their weight.

 

Oh, and besides the changing table in and of itself, they go after the phone wires, which you can kind of see behind the table. Which is better than the plugs, which was what they (ahem, Caleb) were going after before I switched the changing table and their dresser (which is also locked down with drawer latches. But I digress.

Following dinner, which Matt lovingly made, we let them loose downstairs. And guess what Caleb did? Climbed into (in no particular order): his stroller, his chair (ok, that's allowed), and finally the bench in the front hall. Here we are.

 

 

Am now celebrating my sainthood with a glass of wine, a roaring fire, and the Golden Globes. Amen.