My babies

She's on the move! No longer will she have to sit and endure Collin and Talin covering her face with stickers. She can crawl, and boy does she move fast!

I compare Monet to a puppy.

I have to hide shoes from her or she'll chew on them, I have to vacuum more frequently than usual because she finds hidden treasures in our shag carpet, and I have to block her into certain areas by rearranging the furniture so she doesn't have free range of the house. If only I could put her outside like a puppy.

Caleb on the other hand has his own issues.

This is typical Caleb attire as of late. We go nowhere without the boots. And clothes are optional. He's the ridiculous neighbor kid riding his bike down the street dressed like this, or not dressed I should say. I'm sure the neighbors are rolling their eyes and shaking their heads.

And Caleb has become much more interested in Monet now that she seems to be more of a person that eats his toys and precious puzzle pieces.

Their relationship has progressed and now I really can't leave them alone in a room together.

She's starting to get a little hair. It is a cruel injustice though, considering the others were all hobbits at this point.

And my bad mothering here, she's eating Cheetos.

Talin and Monet are a good combination. He loves to take care of her and he's good at it. How many more years till he can babysit? I'm seriously counting down!

The two babies. I can already foresee the love/hate relationship here.

Sundays

Any more Sundays have become a special challenge for Tom and I.

A special difficult challenge.

Too many kids. Too many needs. And not enough hands.

Although they are a handsome bunch.

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Terrible picture of me, but this is how she rolls.

My shoulder and neck usually kills by the end of the afternoon, but she's so happy in her sling.

And last week I got her ears pierced. I had too. Someone called her a boy. And I hate bows, and she has no hair. So the earrings feminize her. Right?

I think so.

So does she.