Cheerios

Erin started eating Cheerios this week. The girl cannot get enough of them. When she sees them she opens her mouth immediately. This is an excitement I've only seen in her before when she is about to nurse. I'll put the first one in her mouth and then a handful on her tray. The funny thing is that she really doesn't know what to do with it once she gets it. She usually bites down with her front teeth and manages to bit a tiny piece of the side but after that it pretty much just rolls around in her mouth for the next couple minutes until it either falls out or somehow she manages to swallow.

Then she attempts to pick some up herself. Not easily done when one hasn't developed any fine motor skills yet. (Are you impressed by my use of a technical term?) Earlier today she was doing pretty good, actually managed to get one or two in her mouth by herself. Too bad it was because she still had bananas on her hands from her lunch. The Cheerios just happened to stick to her hands and she got lucky when they fell off just as her hand got into her mouth. I hope she doesn't expect this to always happen. Or maybe I could wrap tape around her hands to help her out a little. Hey, whatever it takes to be able to eat a meal in peace, I'll try.

A work in progress

Ok, so maybe I'm not so great at this. I'm having a hard time coming up with good topics to write about. How come before I had a blog, I constantly was thinking of things I had to write down so I could remember them? I think part of it is that my brain is so disorganized. I can't keep my thoughts straight. That and the fact that I want my posts to be witty and entertaining, which in reality I am nowhere near. So I think that I am putting too much pressure on myself. I think that I just need to write and see what happens.

Maybe I'm not cut out for blogging. Who knows though? I think I'll keep chugging along. By the way, if anyone is reading this, could you leave me a comment? I would love to hear some feedback....

They're Twins?

People are starting to not realize that Allison and Bridget are twins anymore. They are very different.

Allison has reddish brown shoulder length hair, green eyes and this excitement and vitality about her that just can't be described in writing. She is always into something. Allison is very mischievous, getting into things that she shouldn't be in and then being completely defiant when she is caught. Allison will never go down without a fight. She is my rebel child. Allison has a pudgy short little body and tends to throw in a hop or two everywhere she goes. She loves to run and jump and we think she will be a great athlete someday. Allie has perfected the "dirty look" and has no qualms about giving it to you. Watch out for Allison, she can be one tough cookie.

Bridget on the other hand has blond hair that has only just started to really grow at 2 years old. Before that she was completely bald. She has blue eyes that have a wonderful softness and depth to them. Bridget is gentle and sweet and kind. She loves to cuddle and would rather be held than be doing just about anything else. Don't get me wrong, though. Bridget can hold her own with Allison. If Allison has a toy that Bridget wants, Bridget takes it. She has 2 inches and 3 pounds on her sister and she uses them. Bridget is all muscle. She loves to read and learn about new things. Right now she is very interested in colors and wants to know what color everything is. She loves to do everything herself. Her favorite sentence right now is, "I do it." Very frustrating when trying to get them dressed and out the door.

They really are as different as they can get in looks and personality. When I was pregnant my husband and I wondered how we would tell them apart. Would we get them mixed up? Would we have to figure out some kind of system to know which one is which? Well, we never even came close to having this problem. Though I did love it when I was out with them as babies and everyone would stop and want to see the twins. At the time, I felt like it was a little bit of a hassle, but now I miss it. Being twins makes them special to everyone else. I, of course, know how special they both are in their own ways, but to everyone else they were special because there were two of them. Now noone even notices that they are twins anymore. I guess this is just another sign that they are growing up. But they will always be my babies.

A little about me...

Well, this is my first blog....Have been thinking about this for a little while. I'm not really sure that I have enough to say to really create that many entries, but my intentions are good. The reason I really want to do this is to have a place to keep the memories of my girls growing up. Allison and Bridget are already 2 and Erin I can't believe it is 6 months. As I go through the baby stages with Erin, I am constantly reminded of stuff I have already forgotten with Allison and Bridget. The long nights, the eating issues, the crying, the fighting, the sleep deprivation as well as the fist giggles, the new tastes of different foods, the first crawl and the wonder of everything around her.
I want my girls to have something to look back on to help them remember their childhood. It is so easy to forget the little moments. I'm going to try so hard not to let the memories get lost in the our daily chaos. Mostly, though, I don't want them to grow up so fast. So maybe if I can hold onto these memories here, I will have a little piece of my babies to always come back to. Even after they aren't babies anymore.