five months young.

Five months old.

These little crazies are growing like weeds.

We like them.

Quinn is a little bit delicious. She is a mover that cannot be controlled. She rolls from her back to her tummy the second I put her down. During her nap today we found her sleeping on her tummy, still swaddled! Turning without arms takes incredible core strength. She is starting to sit up pretty well (supported of course). She has a grunt-like giggle. The new hair growing after her balding streak is blond. She seems to really like green beans, though she isn't a particularly good eater since she tries to suck on the spoon like a bottle. She has the most piercing big blue eyes. She likes to bounce, and can stand in the exersaucer for quite a while. She gets a whole lot of love from her big sis, who likes to read her stories, show her toys, share her friends, and insists she sits next to her in the car. Quinn's little unique personality is showing more and more. She seems a little quirky, like she beats to her own drum. For some reason she just strikes me as a flower child. She is as fabulous as they come.

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John is a stinking little flirt. He smiles with his whole body. When on his back, he lifts his legs up and tips right to left, right to left. And he can do some impressive scooting. But he has yet to roll over. He kicks kicks kicks all the time. He looks like he is cycling. He has yet to grow into his ears, and he grabs onto them when he is tired. He is teething, and his first tooth broke through today. The bottom left. John eats like a boy. Pretty sure he'll eat us out of house and home and eat all the strawberries before Carly and Quinn ever get any. He got the hang of "solid" food in no time. He seems to like prunes quite a bit and our carpet met the consequences. He still cries a whole lot, but he has good days. He will spend a few minutes in the exersaucer, enough for mom to eat or get a little make-up on. His hair is growing in like crazy, and looking a lovely shade of dark brownish red. It is fuzzy. It is yummy. He is strong and dense and thick. Not chubby, just dense. We were joking the other night that he just seems like a dumb jock, good-looking and content and kind of easily amused. If it weren't for the incessant high-pitched banshee screaming, John would be a perfect little prince charming. He is as hilarious as they come.

Two weeks ago, John and Quinn both started waking up for a feeding around 3 or 4 am. I don't know if it is teeth or growth spurt or just babies being babies, but I am not accustomed to this. I am returning to dark-circles-under-the-eyes zombie mom. I though we'd gotten past this.

Both babies love their daddy. He comes home and they don't take their eyes off him.

I talk a whole lot about how hard this twinning thing is. And it sure is. But there is a lot of fun too. A lot of good. A lot of sweet. A lot of silly. A lot of joy. And as each month passes, I'm able to enjoy it just a little bit more.

Happy 5 months, Q and J.

We're glad you joined us.