Just a few days ago, on October 25, the Tiny Mighties turned one. Their Aunt Lynda came for a visit. We smashed cake, played and tried to eat wrapping paper and were overwhelmed with new toys.
Cameron is wearing blue icing, Wyatt yellow.
I went back and read the labor and delivery story again. When they made their dramatic entrance into the world, I had no idea where we'd be at this time. There are many ways our story could have gone and lucky for us, it took the happiest path possible.
These boys are such a joy to have. Babies don't get any better than them. They babble to each other, babble to us and to anyone willing to listen. They're blowing raspberries and are learning that if they say "mama" that I'll come. Just this week, we've added motorboat noises.
Their adjusted age is almost 9 months. They're army crawling and experimenting with crawling on all fours. It's difficult to learn on slippery hardwood floors.
Wyatt loves to climb. His favorite thing is, while I'm sitting on the floor, to grab a fist full of my shirt and pull up. Once he's standing straight up, he goes up on his toes and screams in delight.
Cameron loves to flip through books. He turns a page then looks at me for an explanation. Then goes to the next page and again, looks at me.
They love to people watch and are incredibly observant. I have two smart little guys. They're eating solid food if it's pureed. Turkey and sweet potatoes are a hit. And they love their oatmeal.
They're really enjoying life and I can't imagine a life without them. Happy birthday to my super heroes!
