Tuesday, April 01, 2008

On the Move!

Stray paper, pencils, crayons and kleenexes, beware! The girl has learned to crawl!

Booger (new nickname for the boy, and Birdie for the girl) has been crawling for over a month now, but his jealous sister had only mastered the backward's push and would cry in frustration as everyone around her moved with ease.

But no more. Today she actually crossed the entire room. By herself. And clapped for herself with pride!

It's so cute how these two are so their own person that many times I forget that they are considered twins. Of course, physically speaking they only share the dame DNA that their siblings share, and are only twins by the fact they shared a womb, so it should be no surprise that they are individuals. But at the same time, it's neat to see it so starkly when they are side-by-side.

Booger likes to move and is always smiling. My flirt. His tongue hangs out in mischief and glee. His brown eyes melt your heart and his smile warms it up. Birdie loves to smile big and yet is shy around strangers, hiding her face in my shirt. She loves to clap and put blankets over her head to hide her face. She is loud and her tears can drive you crazy, but her blue eyes light up the room when she's happy.

Rugger meanwhile is still as helpful as ever, and is the world's best big brother. He and Pumpkin can't wait for the twins to "grow up" and play, and frankly I can't either. Spring is calling, but for now we'll be limited on our outdoor excursions due to the babies insane desire to eat everything in site, be it ladybugs or rotting leaves, or possible dog poop if they find it. So we'll stick to the porch for this year, with walks inbetween.

I think the light is finally shining on this whole twins thing. At first it was SO very hard for me to process the shock and the reality of having TWO babies when we weren't totally prepared for even ONE baby. But now that they are here they both add they're own charm and love to our world, and I look forward to each moment with them. It's still tough, as it will be, but it's also more of a pleasure now that they are becoming a little more independent.

Even as I type this, they are racing each other on their chubby hands and knees, and I know this is the part of babyhood I'll miss the most. 8 months (9 in a few days!) is that turning point for me, and they become...I don't know how to explain it...more? More understanding of their world. More able to communicate. More fun to play with. More of a person that you can get to know.

Booger has figured out how to make a whistle sound when blowing air through a recorder, and Birdie will buzz away on the kazoo. Booger opens and closes doors just to see them swing on their hinges, and Birdie will tear a Kleenex to shreds for the sheer pleasure of ripping something.

Pumpkin has begun asking me why she won't be going to school, and I'm trying the best I can to explain it to her. She must have heard me explain un-schooling a few too many times, though, because she's determined to learn to read "on her own," which means I can't tell her what any words say. Of course, I tried explaining that SOMEONE has to tell her the word, she can't just make it up in her mind, but she insists that she'll learn on her own.

Oh, well. I hope she eventually starts to ask me, or I might start prodding a little more.

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On a separate note, though I'm not doing as much as I like, I have been reading the books for our monthly book club, and one that I LOVED was The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. It's set in World War II in Molching, Germany and is narrated by Death himself. A very captivating book which had me in tears long before the story ended. I don't buy every book I like (I'd own the library!) but I bought this one. So if you haven't read it, do.

And now I must go for the day.
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