Where do we start? It’s been a month since the last blog, and the babies have had so many firsts (as have we, as their parents.)  For example... last week, Taylor had his first experience of jumping out of the crib.  Kevin likes to say he “fell out”, but I think it sounds better if we say he “jumped out”.  I’m also trying to find a way to blame it on the cats.  Kevin also likes to tell everyone the story, and I personally DON’T.  Taylor’s probably going to be one of those guys you see on the x-games.  It’s a long story, but it boils down to the fact that I forgot to raise the crib railing all the way back up after a midnight venture into the nursery to soothe a screaming baby.  And yes... I feel horrible.  And yes... he’s completely fine.  He stopped crying as soon as Kevin picked him up.  Taylor has also started crawling like a maniac (which is how he pulled himself up and out of his crib.)  Mallory is still not very interested... she just scoots around on her rear, which is nice.... we know that we can sit her down somewhere, leave the room, and come back with her still in the same place.  However, Taylor WAITS until you leave the room and then makes a mad dash towards the nearest “No!... Taylor, NO!” place. Once Mallory starts crawling, I am probably going to lose my mind. Seriously, not kidding, I will probably lose it.  

 

in the past month, the babies have had so many other “firsts”.  Mallory has learned how to wave and say “bye bye”, which we have been trying to teach her to do since she was 4 hours old.  And when it happens for the first time, you think “crap... there goes that moment!”.  It’s really quite sad, actually.  You wish and wait for them to figure something out, and then when they finally do - you’re heartbroken.  This morning Mallory started giving kisses.  I went to kiss her, and she puckered up and leaned in.  I started crying.  I wasn’t mentally prepared for this significant moment in her life.  A good many of their “firsts” just happen with no warning... but Taylor learning to crawl forwards was a little different.  He had mastered crawling backwards for about a month, and then figured he wasn’t exactly getting where he wanted with that.  We watched him get on his hands and knees - and you could practically SEE his little brain working - “ok, if I move this arm, and then move this leg, oh... wait, no... this arm... ok, wait...”  I felt like I was watching Matt Damon figure out that ridiculous calculus problem in the beginning of Good Will Hunting.  I was the proudest parent ever.  (After he fell out of his crib, we put him on his stomach to see if he still “remembered” how to crawl.  He did. No harm done.)