Forever

There is no way I could possibly begin to recap the crazy wonderfulness that has been happening over the last two months.

The boys were christened.  They rolled over, smiled, laughed, and begin interacting with each other.  They babble all of the time.  THEY SLEEP THROUGH THE NIGHT.  Their little feet were dipped in the fountains downtown.  They went to the Boston Aquarium.  They swam in a pool for the first time.  We went on our first family camping trip.  They can almost sit up on their own.

They love: bouncing in their new jump-a-roos, fart noises (makes 'em laugh every time!), hearing mama sing, hearing and watching dada play the guitar, cuddling, television, being tickled, Green Eggs and Ham and Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, playing with their crinkle stars, walking in the slings, hanging out in the cockpit, and eating books.

They hate: tummy time (when we put them on their bellies, not when they roll over on their own), peas (Jack), being put in the slings (the process), hand dryers in public bathrooms, the vacuum (Bobby) and sitting still.

People often comment that our boys are so good-natured.  It's rare they fuss or cry and when they do, it's because they are hungry or tired (or scared-see hand dryers and vacuums, above).  They usually don't even cry when they have a dirty diaper.  We know it's early, and there are many phases coming which will probably change this (hello teething!), but for now, we'll take it.  We feel very, very lucky to have such happy babies.

Not a day goes by without us looking at our boys with wonder.  They fill us with such joy, such pride...love in its purest form.  We made them.  They are ours and we are theirs.  It's only been 6 months, and yet, it's been forever.