These babes could not possibly be 10 months already! 9 seemed reasonable but 10 is waay too close to a year old.But here is Rachel crawling along, catching up to Sam in her movement ability. Here's Sam making all kinds of talking noises. One could argue his first words even....Mamamama and Dadada and Baba and Woow and Gagag.
Both of them love clapping their feet in the pool and bathtub making huge splashes.
Both are standing up every chance they get and usually are standing up in their cribs when we come to get them from naps.
This month they started playing in the cribs together. We sit beside the crib and reach in to tickle to say boo from different perspectives and they laugh and laugh. Sam seems to have suddenly grasped the chase concept and will race from one end of the crib to the other checking over his shoulder to see if you're going to get him. He also occassionally will crawl away from you when you try to get him around the house. And he's almost able to get Rachel to chase him by going around a corner and playing a bit of peek-a-boo with her. It's adorable! Especially when he's laughing hysterically while doing it.
Rachel wants to lift everything over her head and loves to throw things over her shoulder.
Rachel still likes to stand on her head and for the first time did it in the pool which she seemed to enjoy.
They are very funny monkeys, these two. And this motherhood deal just keeps getting better and better.
I love the physicality of motherhood at this stage. I love snuggling them tight. I love when they come to me to be picked up or just to hang on my leg for a minute. I love hanging them upsidedown. I love tickling them and munching on their fingers and tummies to get a squealing reaction. I love seeing where it is they want to go and what they want to get at....even if I have to take it away.
And I still find myself shaking my head, amazed that this is real, that they are mine. I wonder if I'll do that for the rest of my life.