Yilly

Did you think I forgot about Lillian? I didn't,  but Josh and I spent most of last week in Las Vegas and I tried really hard to get a Lillian post up before we left, but I failed. Sorry kid for making you an after thought...

 Ms. Lillian Jean is a girl after my own heart. Sometimes I'm shocked at how much she's like me. Nearly everything she does (funny stuff, fits she throws, quirks she has) I did as a kid. She sings, dances, has a hilarious sense of humor, etc. She even sits the way I did as a kid, except when I would sit that way, my grandma would get mad and say I would have "leg damage". Turns out that wasn't true and any damage I have to my body, I can chalk up to 16 years of dance. Anyway, back to Lillian...

She's got the cheesiest smile and she knows it. She really like to mimic facial expressions and I catch her doing it all the time to strangers. One of my favorite things to do with her is make crazy faces back and forth. 

She's got the biggest sweet tooth I've ever seen. It's waaaaay worse than Sophie. If there is a speck of sugar around, Lillian wants it. She'll never turn down candy, ice cream, honey, or straight sugar. I've realized I have to be really, really careful with this kid because she'll swipe Sophie's treats SO fast if I'm not looking. 

She's really smart. She know most of her colors and is learning more letters each day. She loves reading and is quite the wiz on the iPad. That little gadget is teaching them far more than I realized it would. She loves it!

She sings. Oh does she sing. Her favorite movies are currently (and hopefully permanently) Mary Poppins and The Sound of Music (although she won't believe me that Mary and Maria are the same person...). She sings along with both movies and will sing "spoon a sugar helps a medicine go down" quietly to herself when she colors or plays with blocks. It's my favorite. 

She's recently figured out that Josh's name is Josh. It's kind of hilarious... She sometimes calls me "Brinny".

She's a stinker. I've always got to keep my eye on her because she can push her big (although she's really little) sister around like it's nothing. If there's a fight, she's mostly likely the one who started it. She's also really smart in the art of distraction. If it's time for a nap or bed, she's usually able to do something to postpone it a few minutes. Whether that's putting on a dance concert, making a huge mess, or deciding to finally play nice with Sophie, she usually gets what she set out to accomplish.

She loves to play pretend and has a huge imagination. Her dinosaurs go to the park, to grandma's and church, while her teddy bears go to the doctor, take naps and go swimming.

Lillian has such a big personality and she's the perfect compliment to Sophie. These two are opposite in just about every way, but they complete each other so well. Lillian, I was terrified when I learned that you were joining our family so soon, but we're sure glad you're here.

My Lillian Jean

I've said this before, but sometimes I feel so guilty for having two children. I feel guilty because I'm afraid that the girls never get the individual time they need or deserve from me. I've usually been pretty strict about keeping their routines the same, but every once and a while, I get excited when one naps later or one wakes up earlier because that means I get some one on one time with my girl. Yesterday, it was Lillian's turn. 

We went outside and found Jenny eating a sucker (actually, it was more like she was over and we all decided to go outside.) Jenny was nice to share with Lillian and it was hysterical to see Jenny try to teach her to only lick the sucker instead of putting the entire thing in her mouth.

After that, Jenny and I sat and talked while Lillian played in the yard. It's funny watching twins play without their other half. Lillian almost didn't know what to do with herself, so she ended up just sitting on the porch for a while, missing Sophie (I'm sure).

It was a nice hour or so with her. Just her. Just my baby Lillian Jean. 

This girl

I feel like these two pictures sum up this girl's personality. 

Everyone should wish they had a Lillian Jean. 

She is awesome.

A little helper

I was going to save this as one of the bullet points in the upcoming 22 months post, but I thought it deserved one on its own, especially since I've been so frustrated with and complaining about Lillian lately. 

Lillian has a huge heart. She's always been the cuddler and the one to give the cheesy smiles, but that love is now starting to transfer over to her actions. She's really turning into a sweet little helper. For the last couple of days, Sophie has been reeeeeally clingy and she's only wanted me. It's exhausting. She constantly has to be held. And when we're at home, that means I have to hold her blanket, too. There have been many times where she's forgets to grab her blanket before she runs into my arms and most of the time, I'm not too thrilled about getting it. A couple days ago, I asked Lillian if she could get Sophie her blanket. To my surprise, she jumped up, grabbed it and plopped it on my lap. Since then, she takes every opportunity to get her sister's blanket for her.

And last night, I don't know how it happened, but somehow we didn't get Sophie out of her high chair after dinner. We just left her there for a good 10 minutes. What did Lillian do? She assumed her sister would get bored and knew she'd want her blanket, so she delivered the goods. And yes, by this point Sophie was not happy about her situation... 

And do you see it? She's even offering up her blanket to Sophie. 

That's unheard of.

Lillian is also quick to give hugs, kisses, scratch my back, pick of toys, wait patiently while I'm taking care of her sister, etc.

Although she hasn't been sleeping well and she sometimes drives me nuts, I just love my messy faced, crazy haired Lillian Jean. 

A blurry picture, but I love it.

I should be sleeping

*Disclaimer. This post ended up being a lot more of a rant than I intended it to be. Sorry, but it felt good to get it all out. I threw in some random twin pictures at the bottom to appease those that just come here to look at cute pictures. So be warned, this is a grumpy post...

I have a hard time sleeping when Josh is working the graveyard shift. Like a really hard time sleeping. I'm not sure why just having Josh next to me makes all the difference, but it's nights like this where my mind races a zillion miles a minute. I think about anything and everything and start to worry. I can be a big worrier, so sometimes being left alone with my thoughts isn't a good idea. Luckily, the things I'm currently worrying about aren't too big of a deal (well, I guess that's a matter of opinion...) but there are a few things that no matter how distracted I get, still hang over my head. It's frustrating because I know that worrying and thinking about situations I can't control doesn't do any good. In fact, it does harm. So how do I stop? Hopefully I figure it out. My sanity needs it... 

On a semi-related note, can I confess that I'm done with school? Mentally, I've completely checked out. I'm over it. I hate it. I don't want to continue. So why am I? Well, I'm about 3 classes away from getting my degree. Two stats classes and my capstone. That's it. I'm soooo close, but yet I feel like it's years away (maybe that's because it pretty much is) I'll be taking each of those classes, one at a time (thank you, pre-reqs) so it's going to be 3 more semesters. 3 looong semesters. Going to school when you're in a college town, surrounded by students isn't that bad. I really enjoyed the time in our marriage when Josh and I would both come home and do homework. We'd meet on campus and have lunch together. We'd wait for each other to get out of classes. We'd text about how boring our classes were. It was easy. And before that, I always had roommates that were going to school. It was motivating. I had friends in my classes, my coworkers were students, we talked about exams and upcoming breaks. 

Now? Nothing. It's just me and a computer screen. 

I hate that I don't have actual lectures and discussions to participate in. I hate that nobody I associate with is going to school (well, that's near me). I hate that I waited to take stats until the very, very end. Didn't I know how unmotivated I would be? Didn't I remember that I've already failed it, so I probably should have retaken it on campus where I'd have extra help? 

But mostly I hate that I'm not finished. It was really hard for me when Josh graduated. I actually cried a lot that day. You see, *I* should have graduated right along with him. That's when most people I went to high school with graduated. That's when my roommates graduated. Me? Nope. I did not. I was pretty down on myself that day and my mom was quick to remind me that I was growing two children. I guess I could have used that as an excuse, but guess what? It didn't matter. That had nothing to do with why I didn't have a cap on my head. The truth is that I failed two classes and there were some semesters that I only took 12 credits. Plus, I switched majors a time or two (ok, I guess just technically once, but I unofficially changed it twice). That's why I didn't graduate that day. Who cares that I was pregnant. I'm sure a lot of pregnant women graduated that day. My lack of graduating was my fault and my fault alone. And I feel like it's still my fault that I'm not done. Sure I haven't given up since having the girls and I've continued to go straight through, but I should have taken summer classes. I should have not put off stats. I should have pushed myself harder. Now, here I am unable to push myself anymore. The school won't let me. I've got to take at least 3 more semesters when I should have been done TWO YEARS ago. 

It makes me sick.

*Sigh* 

And now Lillian is crying. This girl needs to start sleeping through the night. I've been saying that since... the day she was born? She goes through phases where she'll sleep well for a week or so, but on average, she's up at least once or twice at night. I am tired. 

So how do I fix myself? How do I forget about my problems, finish school and get Lillian to sleep through the night? I've got about 7 more hours until I'm supposed to meet my friend to go running (granted, that's if the girls don't wake up when we're supposed to go) so I guess I have that long to mull it all over in my mind. Grrrrr... Who wants to come have a sleepover with me? I've got a king size bed and I'll even kick the giant stuffed animals out. ;)

And just for good measure, here's a couple of recent(ish) instagrams. If we're instagram buddies, these are old news. They're still cute though. Incredibly cute. Lillian is sporting the Mr. Potato Head glasses and Sophie is reading about Mr. Brown.

I just love them.

OH!
And on a very positive note, Regina Spektor's new album is really good. I've been listening to it all day and I've decided that I must see her in concert again. Specifically with this girl and her little sidekick, Hailey (who does have a blog, but hasn't written in over a year. Boo on her.). You can bet your bottom dollar that when Miss Spektor comes to Salt Lake again, we'll be there!

You remind me of the babe

I hope you're all singing this song after reading the title of this post. If not, shame on you. Oh and p.s. our comma key magically started working again! Anyway...

People are always asking me which twin cries more, which twin is happier, which twin is blah, blah, blah... In fact, sometimes I'll get, "but I thought Lillian was the shy one?" or "Wasn't it Sophie that really likes puppies?" Well, sometimes Sophie is shy and sometimes Lillian likes puppies. Yes, they are twins and it's easy to compare them, but they're also human beings. Individual human beings who are capable of straying from their stereotyped traits. Anyway (for the second time)....

Lately, Lillian has been acting like Sophie did when she was a baby. When they were infants, Lillian was really, really easy. Like so easy that at times I wondered why everything told me twins were their worst nightmare or that I'd need all this live in help, or that I would never want anymore children. It really was almost like having one baby. Yes, at times it got crazy, but for the most part, Lillian ate, pooped, smiled a little and then went to sleep again. Easy. Sophie on the other hand was trickier. She required to be held a certain way, she needed her bottle warmed just right, she woke up more, she cried more, she had this creepy scowl she's shoot your way if she didn't approve of what you were doing. Overall, she was just harder. But oh how the tables have turned.

Every single day last week we dealt with a tantrum of Lillian proportions. Maybe it's just normal toddler behavior, but that would make Sophie's tantrums very abnormal. Take last Tuesday for instance. I was feeding the girls the last part of breakfast (apple sauce) when I ran out. No big deal because I bought an entire case of it a few months back. As soon as I stood up to refill the bowl, Lillian lost it. She instantly lost it. Slamming her hands and head on her high chair tray, grabbing her hair, tears streaming down her face, etc. It was quite entertaining for Sophie and I, but more so just frustrating. It wasn't like she was starving. She had just eaten two full eggs. She was just throwing a tantrum. I got her out because she was in no state of mind to continue eating and I let her hash it out on the ground. I know you're supposed to ignore temper tantrums if you can and not draw extra attention to them, but I have a hard time knowing when it's actually time to step in and discipline. I tried to distract her, but she would have it. She was throwing toys, hitting me, and slamming herself on the ground. I've done "time outs" in our pack 'n play, but it was upstairs so I just took her to her crib and let her scream. Absolutely ridiculous. 

And this has been happening daily for a little over a week. Luckily, Josh has been home, so I'm not alone in these horrible moments, but I've cracked a few times. Like the other day when I ran up to my room and left the three of them in the living room to figure it out. I don't know if she's cutting a molar, not getting enough sleep (well I definitely know that's playing a huge roll because she hasn't slept through the night more than once or twice in the last two weeks) or what, but I need to figure it out. A friend suggested that I look into the food dye red #40 because it's been linked to behavioral issues. Turns out red #40 is in virtually everything so I think we're going to try to keep an eye out for it. Lillian is more sensitive out of the pair (skin and digestive system wise at least) so I'm thinking it can't hurt to cut that out of her/their diet. 

I don't know guys, I've seen some pretty good fits in my day, but Lillian is to the point that I'm almost scared. She bites herself, pull her hair, slaps anyone around her, and goes ballistic over the littlest things. Her sippy cup is out of milk? She has a meltdown. She can't get the puzzle piece in it's place? She has a meltdown. Her sister get the last bite of something? She has a meltdown. She gets told "no" she has a meltdown. 

I really should try to get one of these fits on camera because I'm sure you're all thinking, "Well my two year old sounds just like her. It's normal. You have a toddler..." but seriously, I've worked with kids and have worked with people with disabilities. I've definitely seen my fair share of meltdowns (some to the point where by-standards have wanted to call 911)  and I'm continually shocked by her. 

Here's a glimpse at the apple sauce meltdown, right before I took her out. Don't mind the crooked picture or the babies with their shirts half off. They did it themselves and thought they were hilarious (which they were).

 

 I guess it's time to re-listen to and really take notes on that Love And Logic toddler addition CD my neighbor let me borrow. Lillian is kicking my trash, people. My sweet, calm, innocent Lillian has turned into the infant Sophie, only much, much scarier.

Heaven help us. It's just a phase, right?

Oh and did I mention that she isn't sleeping? Every day for the past week she's gotten up at least twice. Last night, she refused to even sleep in our bed and I had to take her downstairs and caress her face while she fell asleep to Elmo. That and Josh trying to get his body used to graves week has made us all a little zombie like. And as entertaining as The Walking Dead is, it's NOT fun to live it... 

Lillian's talking!!!

Yes, that deserved three exclamation marks. Up until this past week, Lillian really wasn't saying anything. I was scared to take her to her 18 month appointment because I knew I wasn't going to have anything to report and I was scared she'd be referred to speech therapy (not that there's anything wrong with therapy, but I've already done physical therapy with the girls and it wasn't my favorite thing in the world...) This week though, something has clicked with Lillian. She's been signing 'please' without being asked to. She's picked up on 'milk' a little better too. My favorite thing though is how many words she's attempted to say. She's said, "eese" (please) "crkr" (cracker) and "uh-oh". So, it's still not a lot and in the back of my mind I'm still a little worried the pediatrician (which by the way, we still don't really have one... I'm tempted to take them back to our old one in Salt Lake. I guess I need to make a decision about that soon...) will still want her/them, to go to speech since they're only saying a handful of words. 

Sophie attempts to almost everything. She's picked up "that", "sis" (I love it when she says that one) "Jenny", and "please" (she says it like Lillian "eese"). It makes me happier that they're understanding and trying to say more words. They understand a lot usually the get everything I say to them. They'll go upstairs/downstairs if I tell them to, they'll grab their blanket, sippy cup, toys, books, ect. They'll go to their high chairs, they'll go to their cribs, etc, etc. It's amazing how smart they've gotten in the last few weeks. 

But I don't to talk about them too much because then I'll have nothing left for their 18 month post. So for now, here's a picture or two.

Sophie

Lillian saying 'please' 

This picture is for Dani. She asked if the girls play with our DVDs and the answer is YES! Josh is a master packer though and has them in our bookshelves so tight that I usually have a hard time getting them out. As you can see, the girls still try to pry them out on a daily basis.

And that's that. We have two talking toddlers.

Things I'm loving about Lillian

Sometimes, I find myself overlooking the easier baby. That baby is currently Lillian. That's horrible for me to admit, but Sophie has a much more...vibrant personality. She's more interactive, louder, and usually demands more attention. It's usually the kid that is less clingy and demanding that gets put on the back burner. I've found that it goes back and forth between the girls, and currently, Lillian is sitting in that spot. 

However, she is fantastic, smart, adorable and hilarious in her own ways. So here are some things I'm loving about Lillian. 

Her cheesy grin. She's got adorable chubby cheeks and the cheesiest smile in the world. She knows when it's appropriate to simply crack a slight smile and she knows when to show off her mouthful of teeth. 

Her belly laugh. Guys, she laughs like an old man and it's the cutest thing ever. Her pot belly shakes and she squints her eyes with cackling. She doesn't do it very often, but when she does, I stop whatever I'm doing and soak in the hilariousness. 

Lillian is stubborn. Adorably stubborn. I've been worried about her lack of talking and lack of picking up signs. However, I've recently realized that she gets it. She understands pretty much everything we say and she can say and sign a few things. She's just very stubborn. We went to my parent's house on Sunday and my brother had both of the girls on his bed. He also had a giant box of fruit snacks that he emptied for them to play in. Not only were they in Heaven, but Lillian knew right away to sign "please" if she wanted some. She's been withholding that sign for almost a week now and I was beginning to get really frustrated over it. I laughed out loud when she frantically rubbed her front side because she wanted those fruit snacks that badly. But I also know that if I would have asked, "Can you say please?" she would have gotten angry and thrown a fit. See? Stubborn. 

I sing this song (which is realize is very politically INcorrect...) to Lillian. Instead of ten little Indians, I sing it "ten little Lillian Jeans". It's a daily thing in our house and she gets excited because it's just for her. Sophie doesn't have a song of her own that I sing so...hope she doesn't land in therapy someday for that one... 

Lillian is the determined one. She figured out how to climb on our kitchen table bench and thus, can now climb on the table. Sophie watched while she figured it out and was eventually able to do it too, but it was Lillian who didn't give up and figured it out. And yes, I sat there and watched as she did it. It's fascinating watching them figure things (even if they're not desirable things) out.  

I think my favorite recent Lillian development is her gasp. If she sees something she likes, if someone important walks in the room (like dad), or if she gets excited over a toy or her blanket, she drops her jaw, widens her eyes and lets out a giant gasp. It makes me laugh every single time. It's usually followed by clapping and her cheesy grin. She is the most expressive little kid I think I've ever met. 

And on the mention of blankets, this kid is obsessed. It has to be a fleece blanket with a tassel though.Luckily, we have at least 5 of those at our house and she in enamored with all of them. She carries them with her wherever she goes and gets really jealous if anyone else is using a fleece blanket, even if she's currently carrying two. 

 Lillian is smart, curious, funny, but definitely more calm (usually) than Sophie. She's definitely the kid that enjoys the simple pleasures in life and she keeps me on my toes with all the energy she has. So although Sophie is the 'harder' kid right now and requires more of my attention, Lillian is not to be forgotten because she's really, really great. 

And sorry for the crappy pictures from my iTouch. I've gotten out of the habit of carrying my camera around. I've just had no motivation with switching lenses, editing pictures, etc. That will change soon. Promise. 

 The please in action...

Um... yeah, the next post will have real pictures. I pinkie promise.

She's still my baby

The girls weaned themselves off of their binkies (Is that how it's spelled? For plural, you drop the y and add ies, right? It just looks weird...) right around the time we moved into our house. And by that point, they were only using them at night and not even every night. They usually only took them when they were particularly fussy. We've still got them around the house and sometimes the girls will suck on them while laughing (the simple pleasures of toddlers...) but they haven't used them to soothe themselves for months. 

Well, the other day, Lillian was being particularly naughty. I placed her in the pack 'n play in our living room and she immediately reached down for the blanket by her. It was a fleece blanket that had little tassel things on it. All of the sudden... 

 

The tassel was in mouth and she was sucking on it like a baby. And it immediately calmed her down. I had to laugh because she looked so adorable with her crocodile tears, hunched over while sucking on hot pink fleece. It also made me happy because I realized that my girls really are still babies. They still like to suck. Sophie, will sit and suck on the silicone spouts of her sippy cup for hours if I'd let her. I'm trying to get the girls more enthused about hard, plastic sippy cups, but even with having Elmo plastered on them hasn't 100% worked. They like to suck on soft things.

So even though they're running around, and have a mouth full of teeth, they're still my little babies. 

 

 And I'm OK with that. 

Aaaaaand I won't be blogging for a few days. We're off for an adventure in a much warmer climate and a much, much needed break. 

We'll be back soon!

Grey and Micah come to play

And we didn't take a single picture. 

How pathetic is that!? You know Grey and Micah, right? Becky's boys? I guess all you can do is imagine the cuteness of having 4 babies crawling and running around playing with each other. Micah (or was is Grey???) wanted Lillian (or was is Sophie? Seriously, sometimes twins are hard...) to stand up and play with him. It was adorable. When I gave the girls lunch, Micah was more than happy to munch on the food they (purposely) threw on the floor for him. 

Again, adorable. But you don't know because we didn't take a single picture. 

I guess that's when you know that you've had a good time. You're too busy chatting, sharing stories, and playing with babies to take pictures.

I'm getting together with them again soon and I promise to take pictures because everyone deserves to see those four play together. It was wonderful. 

And just because I don't want a short, yet wordy post, here's an unrelated picture of Lillian, just for good measure.

We had spaghetti last night and Lillian obviously enjoyed it. Sophie was screaming by this point, so no picture of her. Lillian, however, was happy as can be.

Have a happy Wednesday!

Pucker up

Lillian has a new trick. Take a look.

 This is what she does when she's frustrated. In these pictures, she was in "time out" for smacking her sister in the face multiple times. It's not so much of a time out, but a 'holy crap, I can't handle two babies. One of you NEEDS to be locked up.' type of thing. Clearly, it doesn't work though, because they continue to fight and fight... and fight... and fight... 

Anyway, I'll take a kissy face over screaming any day. :) 

And this one's just for good measure. Blackmail Lillian, you better be a nice teenager, or this one will be coming out on your first date.

 

She pulls this face a lot.

 

Just a little tip for everyone...

*I still can't get my old template back (I broke it this morning. Some of you may or may not have seen that post). Apparently you can't get stretch minima (I think that's what it was called...) anymore? That's a bummer. I'm sure I'll be playing around with my blog some more for a while, but for now, this will have to do. 

Here's the tip of the day. If you get pulled over by the police for going 47 in a 35, make sure both you and your baby are crying because your probability of getting off the hook increases. How do I know this? 

It just happened. Lillian's at it again. I tried consoling her for about 40 minutes before I decided to put her in the car. I had planned on driving until she stopped crying, but we only made it about 10 minutes away before we were both in tears. Not too long after that, the blaring lights of a police car started flashing. 

Great. Remember how the cops have already come to my house once this week?

The guy got out of his car, and I had lost it. Like lost it. Oprah calls it the "ugly cry". Lillian was past the ugly cry stage and was onto the "I'm screaming so hard that my eyeballs will probably pop out of my face any second" cry. The cop immediately noted how emotional we both were and asked if everything was alright. I said that everything was except that my daughter wouldn't sleep and that I was tired and stressed. I also threw in that I was sorry for speeding because I knew that that was the reason he pulled me over. He noticed both car seats and asked if I had another child. When I said that I have twins, he let out an audible gasp of what seemed like despair. He asked where the other baby was and I responded that she was at home. He responded with,

"Alone?"

I wanted to say, "No, you idiot. You think I'd leave my 13 month old alone at home? My husband is there who is also sleeping because he works crappy (although, in my super cool other world I like to pretend I live in sometimes, I wouldn't have said crappy. The word I would have used rhymes with kitty...) hours and it sucks. One of my girls refused to sleep and I wasn't about to wake up the sleeping twin just so she could join us on this lovely car ride."

Instead I said, "Nope. Her dad's there." 

He asked if there was anything he could do and let me know that he wouldn't be needing my license or anything. He offered to follow me home (that sound creepy typing it out, but it really wasn't creepy in the moment) and wished me luck. 

Thankfully, Lillian fell fast asleep a few minutes later and I was able to get her up to her bed with little issue. Really though, these night terrors are the worst. Luckily, I only have one kid with them (so far) and hopefully it truly is just a phase. I miss my sweet chinchillian.

Yes, that's one of the many nicknames we have for her. Embarrassing, right?
And we've got many more where that came from. :)

Proof

This is proof that Lillian can be feisty. Proof that Lillian isn't always passive. Proof that Lillian can sometimes...be a little bratty.

and yes, I laughed and laughed and laughed and even laughed some more when I saw her face in this picture. I'm making sure this picture goes in some future wedding picture slide show she may have.

She shoved her sister out of the toy bin. One second they were laughing and playing nicely, but as soon as I grabbed my camera to document such a sweet moment between sisters, all Hell broke loose. 

And what does the little sister do after she dethroned Sophie?

 

She continued to play like nothing had happened. 

Watch out for this one, world. There's definitely more than meets the eye with Miss Lillian Jean.

There's something about...

... a baby in a two piece pajama set that makes them look like a big kid.

 

  

 I love it. 

And just in case you can't tell, these are all Lillian. Sophie was too busy taking a 3 hour nap...

The good news is that Sophie woke up babbling this morning. She hasn't done that since Tuesday, so I think this is a good sign that it's going to be a good day. She's a lot happier than she's been and only cried when Lillian mauled her face. So that's good. Things might be back to normal, which makes me really happy because this week has been a killer. 

Hopefully this Labor Day weekend brings much happiness to these little girls. 

We have another walker!

After taking a few spills with crawling because she was trying to keep up with her sister

 this little girl

  

decided to start walking

 

She is definitely no happy in this picture. That probably had something to do with the fact that she was up from 12:30-2am last night. Morning nap, anyone?

It's crazy how it happens over night. On Saturday, she would only take a step or two at a time. Then suddenly, on Sunday afternoon, she started getting brave and she's now taking 10-15 steps at a time. Sophie is cruising  around everywhere and Lillian carefully studied how she did it. Looks like her observations paid off, because now we've got two toddlers instead of a toddler and a baby. :)

Toddler twins. Wow.

Also, school officially starts today. I realized that this is my 11th semester in college. Granted, the last 3 have only been filled with two classes, but still. Eleventh semester? Most people 'should' get it done in 8. 

Blah.