The twins are 18 months old.
I know that I am always amazed when I mark the time that has passed since the twins were born.
Every time I do that, I slap my forehead and think, “when did I get so OLD??”
And then I think, “I was so much younger 18 months ago! Where did that time go?”
So yes, the twins are 18 months old. I am also 18 months older than I was when I birthed these babies. Frank is, too. Time, being all chronological and stuff, does that to a person ya know.
On the twins’ 18 month birthday, we celebrated my parent’s 116th birthday. No, just kidding. They’re only 58 each. Ha ha ha. I bet they loved that joke.
As I’ve mentioned before, my parents have a lot in common, including being born within 24 hours of each other. This is Super Convenient for planning birthday dinners and the like.
We enjoyed brats, burgers, salad, potato salad and Portillo’s chocolate cake. OMG. Have you had Portillo’s chocolate cake? Stop reading this and drive to your nearest Portillo’s and get some cake – what are you waiting for??
The girls had a blast playing with G-Ma and Rick Almighty. Auntie Cay-Cay, Auntie Laur and Uncle Andy also entertained the twins, chasing them around the field behind our house. All in all, everyone had a nice time – although it would’ve been 100x better if Auntie Sarah was there. Instead she’s all like, in California surfing and stuff.
So, yes, the twins are now 18 months old. Ellie is our chatty baby – she says a lot of words now – Mama, Dada, Bib, Cah-gin, socks, shoes, sippy, and WAH! (which means more milk, more food, more hugs, more snuggles, more binky). Ellie also reprimands Carrie from time to time, “Cah-gin. Cah! No! NO!” It’s pretty hilarious, but will likely need to be reined in.
The girls are hugging each other, which is, by far, the Cutest.Thing.Ever!
Carrie, our child with smaller vocabulary, is our child with the highest likelihood (at this point) to be an athlete. Running, attempting jumping, spinning (until she makes herself dizzy and falls down… woops) and all sorts of shenanigans are the name of her game. A lot can happen before the collegiate scouts go to their volleyball/basketball/whatever games. But still, I am comforted by her interest in spherical objects and throwing them.
Both girls love to be snuggled and cuddled. They have developed a twin language that they use to plot evil schemes, or who knows what. It seems pretty legit and conversational, which has Frank and I amused. And concerned. But mostly amused.
The girls go in to be weighed and measured next month (we thought we would avoid the mad rush of back-to-school physicals), so I will post those relevant stats mid-September. I’m sure that they have gained weight, I’m sure that they have grown taller. I mean, Carrie grew two shoe sizes between May and July, so the stunner would be if they hadn’t progressed.
So yeah, 18 months, man.