The Adventure Continues...

The boys woke up happy again this morning. I LOVE that waking up is fun for them, now! I used to enjoy more typical morning sounds.... birds singing, wind blowing, rain, etc. Now it's all about the aahs, baahs, da da das..... Speaking of which, we've learned to decipher which baby is which over the monitor by what syllables they're practicing. Dex is all about the da-da-da and the ga-ga-ga, while Jax prefers the ba-ba-ba and the wa-wa-wa. It gets a little fuzzy when they start giggling, squealing or cooing. Anyway...

I went in to say good morning and was greeting by two big smiles, two sets of sparkling eyes, two blond little heads... and it occured to me... how much they've grown and changed over such a short period of time! They each have two teeth, now. Adorable, sharp little teeth that like teething biscuits, cheerios and any other item they can manage to chomp on. (I love watching them pick up cheerios. They pounce on them, as if the cheerios are going to try to escape.) Dex has taken to biting me while they're nursing, which he finds oddly amusing. Me, not so much. We're working on that one.

One day, about a month and a half back, the boys were laying on the ground, wiggling around. The next day, they were sitting like pros. How does that happen?

For weeks we tried desperately to get them to eat anything other than bananas. Now, they open their mouths up wide, banging their little hands in front of them in anticipation of the next bite! How does that happen?

Watching them try to become more and more mobile is such a riot. They flop their little bodies around, trying desperately to propel themselves forward. The whole maneuver very closely resembles "the worm." Hmm... maybe babies were the inspiration for that classic 80's dance move.

I still call them my babies.... but they are SO different than the babies I had several months ago. Should I be calling them something else? When do they stop being babies and start being little boys? As exciting as these developments are, isn't there a "slow motion" button I can push that would allow me savor these days even more? Wasn't there a poem that referred to "sucking the marrow out of life?" The phrase has new meaning for me.... the days, these boys, my life with them, my ever-changing and ever-challenging role as "Mom"... it's all so delectable. I want to relish every last second of it.