Kevin and I had our great friends get married last weekend.  For the wedding, Kevin’s sister Alison came in town with her 1-year-old, Ada.  Having Ada at our house was like having a 1-year-old consultant come in, and show (not tell) us everything in our house that was going to have to rapidly change (i.e. be relocated) sometime in the next 3 months.... before the twins really become mobile.  She’d walk into the kitchen pull open a cabinet door and look around like “Oh my... I can’t believe they actually leave these things unlocked!” and then casually stroll into the living room and demonstrate that nothing, and I mean NOTHING, is ever safe on the coffee table.  “And that pile of toys, yeah, there’s really no sense in trying to put those all back into the basket.  I’m just going to pull them all back out simply because I like the reaction it gets out of you.”  My favorite was “if you let me into your bathroom, I will make arts and crafts with your toilet water and the hardwood floors.”  Kevin and I seriously sat around all day on Sunday, after everyone had left, thinking... “We are about to be in serious trouble with not just one, but TWO mobile babies on our hands.”  Then we did a lot of praying.   I actually read a study this week that was released by the American Academy of Pediatrics which said that the use of walkers in babies is not recommended and can actually inhibit or delay their ability to walk.  When I read things like that, I think “um, apparently you haven’t met our family.  You see, we have TWO 8 month olds, so we are really trying to keep them immobile for as long as possible. But thanks for the tip.”  I actually walk around the house now with a completely different mentality.  I look at the cat food bowls sitting casually on the floor and think “would it be dangerous if the babies ate cat food?”  I sure hope not... because I’m sure it’s bound to happen.  The babies are now eating finger foods in their high chair, so they have quickly grown accustomed to the “pincher grasp” and that it can be applied to other situations outside of the dining room.... like the front yard, for example.  Kevin and I were in the yard this past weekend prepping one of our front beds for the spring, when we look over to the blanket that the babies have been sitting on (but have now half-crawled and half-rolled off of), look at the grass smeared all over their faces, and think “wow, how much of it do you think they actually got into their mouths? I guess we’ll find out when we change their diapers.”