Easter Outfits?

I bought these outfits for the babies, thinking they would wear them for Easter.

I don't think they will fit by the end of April. So, they're wearng them in January!
At seven months, they each weigh around 20 pounds, probably a bit more. We have had to take them out of their first car-seats and move up to the bigger ones. This is a real bummer as there is still a lot of cold weather ahead, and their pumpkin seats had the nice, warm Bundle-Me covers on them. Now, they have to wear little snow-suits wherever we go.

Grandma Linda is convinced that Betsy is on the left, so I added this picture to prove that Bree is on the left. Bree is always "Thing 1" since she was born a minute ahead of Betsy.

They can finally sit!

I always look forward to sitting unassisted as one of the first big milestones. It opens up so much more of the world to a baby. No longer laying on their backs waiting for another toy to be brought to their fields of vision. The babies can finally sit and play with something in front of them - or even reach for something else. We have discovered something new: They can STEAL toys from each other too!

Sunday Best

Goodness, their cheeks just seem to get fuller and fuller! I don't really notice it until I see them in a photo. Bree is on the left, and Betsy is on the right. I had to get a picture of them in these cute dresses from their Uncle Jim and Aunt Amy. When they gave us the dresses, I actually thought the girls would be wearing them for Christmas 2011. Ha! I was so wrong. My little giants fit into them perfectly right now... size 18 months (and the girls are only 6 months old).

Could Betsy's expression above be any funnier?

Too Many in the Tub?

I put the girls in the bathtub in their Bumbos yesterday. Of course, the Bumbos are totally water-logged now, but it was worth it. I have no other way to put them in the tub to play together until they learn to sit steadily on their own. I don't trust myself to handle two in there on my own. Seeing them play and splash around (and KICK!) reminded me of that Shel Silverstein poem... I think it goes something like this: (I apologize to Mr. Silverstein for any errors my memory may make)

There are too many men in this tub.

There are too many elbows to scrub.

I just washed a behind that I KNOW wasn't mine.

There are too many men in this tub!

Just wait until we try to get all four of our kids in the tub at the same time!