Not to be outdone, Bean has been upping the cuteness factor lately as well. He's 27 months, for those of you keeping track, and he is talking up a storm in full sentences. Sometimes I forget how young he is, because he speaks so maturely. And he's very particular about words: don't call his baseball glove a "mitt" or you'll be corrected, and he is a "big boy" but not any other sort of boy, such as a good one, smart one, etc. He still maintains a healthy love of sports, he is always asking for one of us to play football, basketball, baseball, or soccer with him -- and he'll show you exactly the spot where you need to stand. My favorite development is his imaginary play. He will reenact scenes from his favorite movies (Cars, Toy Story), or imitate things that my Mom and I do, such as shopping or caring for the babies. Bean will push one of my old Cabbage Patch Kids (which he calls by my first name) around the house in a doll stroller. He will announce that his baby is crying, and then he'll pick the doll up, nurse it ("Baby needs Bean milkies"), and burp it. It is so tender and sweet that I was fighting back tears watching him the other day. He is growing into such a thoughtful boy -- he brought home a strawberry smoothie yesterday from our mommy/Bean date, and he went over to his Grandma and asked if she wanted a sip. I couldn't be more proud of him, I'm a lucky mama.
Also heard around our house in the past week:
"It's like trying to put pants on a frog." -Grandpa, on dressing the twins
"This is like a little date for us!" -DH, rushing me to urgent care with blood gushing out of a bad finger wound while the boys stayed home with their grandparents
"To affinity, and a blonde!" -
And now for the real reason you clicked on my blog today... pictures!
Random shots of the bebes. Can you identify Twin A...
...versus Peanut (Twin B)?
I'm violating about six safe-sleeping rules for infants here. But wook at those wittle baby jeans!!! Awwww!!!
We went to Lincoln Park with some friends. It was l.i.t.e.r.a.l.l.y. the only day in the past three weeks I could convince Bean not to wear his Buzz Lightyear t-shirt.
One of my
girls boys enjoyed a nap in the warm sun.
Bean ate a corn chip while Bumpa pushed him on the swing. He found this HI-LAR-IOUS.
I'll let you guess whose head is the 25th percentile and whose is in the 75th. They are both very sweet though, doncha think?
We went to a toddler/preschooler cooking playdate hosted by the MOMS Club. Bean was thrilled to wear his "White-A-Queen" (aka Lightning McQueen) apron.
He was SOOO cute mixing the guacamole and making the quesadilla, very focused and carefully following all directions. My little Top Chef. At this rate I really will be able to realize my lifetime goal of not learning to cook, ever.
The best part: sampling the finished product.
On Friday, Bean painted his very own pet rock. It's nice to have at least one pet at home that doesn't pee on the floor and bark at neighborhood kindergarteners.
The look and precision of a true ar-TEEST.