The babes turned 7 months on Father's Day. They are now over half a year wiser,
and steal toys from each other. Way to go guys!
J-
you are such a little rock. I can literally plant you anywhere and you will just sit, happy.
your two front toofers should be weapons. nothing is safe and they are sharp.
clapping, snapping, patty cake - favorites.
Motor boating is your middle name. Really though, I think it is your secret language of sorts.
Nixon will keep you entertained. Between grabbing his hair and giggling with him, y'all have become pretty close.
N-
you are my little roll baby. I cannot leave you alone because you will roll across the room.
your high pitch scream is pretty killer. I am not sure why you do it, but I would love for you to move on.
If sissy has it, I will steal it. If I don't get it, reference the high pitch scream. You are currently into any sort of solid food. I could probably just feed you peas, and mangos, and carrots and you would be a happy camper.
Your belly is extremely ticklish, and you always burst out with giggle fits.. this one has to be my current favorite.
{yup.}












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