Wyatt has finally gone up on all fours! He is making his way towards crawling, at last. The therapist says she thinks he will be crawling within the month which is a miracle. She is fantastic person; patient and kind and very enthusiastic which is good for a mother in her sleep deprived state. His hypotona will probably not help in the "who gets picked first for the team" slot, but who cares right? We'll find his niche and go for it full throttle.
Titus is honing his climbing skills. Thus far he has made it to the top of the toilet, the inside of the dishwasher, the couch arm, etc. Like his sister and father before him, he will climb dizzying heights without a trace of fear and a giggle on descent... Or so I imagine it. Titus is a cantankerous little fellow with a full-face smile always full of mischief and pondering his next move. Lots o' fun!
Ella is now a woman. So it seems anyway! Her vocabulary grows at an alarming rate as does her wit. I still relish her quirks that don't seem to be passing yet, thank goodness. She has a "thing" for making all inanimate objects animate by asking you to "make them." In Ella speak this means make it talk to her. So, translated into real life scenarios means her tangles have to ask her why she wants them brushed out, her toothbrush wants to know where she was the night before when Mommy forgot to brush her teeth, and her green beans want to go to the party in her belly. Most of the time I don't mind entertaining her, though sometimes I just want to brush her hair without attempting to dig out a new accent from my limited repertoire. Her imagination thrills me and I look forward to seeing where it will take her.
This is Ella in her "Turtle Suit," AKA last years swim wear...
