18 Month Stats (Well, 19 months really!)

Mia:
23 lb 10 oz (25-50%)
32 in (50%)

Ben:
25 lb 10 oz (25-50%)
34 in (75-80%)

And, drum roll please....

Mia did not scream or cry when the doctor touched her! :woo:

Wordless Wednesday

Not Me! Monday

After reading Theresa's blog, I've decided to try my hand at my own Not me! Monday...


As I look around my house this Monday, I can proudly say that I would never leave baskets of clean and folded laundry next to the dryer for days on end. Not me. You always find me hoping up put away all my freshly laundered garments! And, along the same lines, you'd never find a pile of homeless socks and random items in my laundry room. No sir-y. Everything in my home has it's place and is always where it belongs.

As a sweet and loving mother, I would never leave grading off until the last moment, ignoring it all weekend long, finish it before scooting out the classroom door at 4:50, and be late for dinner as a result. Not me. No way. I always have all my work done by 3:35! I also refill my tank long before the light goes on. You won't find me needing to leave early tomorrow morning because my tank's on "e".

My children always eat exactly what I serve. I would never make them something separate because I know they won't eat what I'm serving. No way, Jose! And, I certainly wouldn't make something like hot dogs to replace a healthy protein like fish. No, my kids love every thing I make. Gobble it up like candy. Every time.

Best Friends

It seems like a recent realization that Ben and Mia have become the best of friends. The belly laughs and giggles from our double trouble have grown exponentially lately. It's heart melting to hear it echo down the hallways of our home. We find ourselves tempted to sneak down and spy on the newest game they've invented but it somehow destroys their fun. So, we resist, relying only on our imaginations to guess what B's newest trick is.

One of our favorite games to witness is one Mia initiates at our bay window. While any time of day will suffice, Mia prefers the dark of evening to peer out into the darkness (really staring at her own reflection). B takes a matching spot at the opposite bay. Our little controlling Mia is all at Ben's mercy in this game, waiting for him to chirp his little line, and move into her spot. Her giggles are absolutely uncontrollable, which is mystifying while you watch. It's nothing. There's very little happening but watching our little girl's eyes light up while she plays with her brother is magical. And of course, they are the best of friends, except when they're grabbing toys and hitting and stealing binkies and slapping and...

Crib Diaries

A new game has begun in the Te Pastte household. It started as an alternative to morning nap, a way to fight the grumpies that were accompanying the lack of sleeping time. It has become, however, the best time any toddler has ever had. I have no idea what the allure is to Mia's crib. Since the kids are only allowed binkies in the crib, I realize that holds some of the appeal but it can't be the only reason. Ben would spend most of his day there if we'd allow it.

They fail around in some sort of wrestling game, playing and squealing and tickling each other. Mia will always ask to get out first, and B will stay and sing for a while before he decides he is also finished. They happily hand over the binkies and move on to something new.