Zoodle and Chickie are both hitting some important milestones. First for the not so fun ones....
Chickie's been having some sleep issues resulting in two zombie-like parents who disagree over who took her back to bed in the middle of the night (and eventually figure out we both did, at different times). So imagine my relief when I found that her first 2-year molar has popped through. Three more molars to go...but at least knowing the (possible) cause of her nighttime waking gives me hope that this phase will pass once the teething is over.
I'm actually hoping Zoodle is teething too. He's also been having some sleep difficulties and I'd love to be able to blame it on teeth. Chickie's first tooth didn't break through until 11 months(!) though, so I'm skeptical that Zoodle would be teething now.
And now for the fun stuff...
Zoodle is darn close to sitting up on his own. He can prop himself up on his hands, as you see in this picture, for a maximum of several seconds. (Then he topples over to the side, which I find quite entertaining. Yeah, yeah...no Mommy of the Year award for me.) I think he'll enjoy sitting up; it affords a new perspective on the world. I'll enjoy it too--it's nice to be able to sit a baby up on a blanket or even just on the floor, with a few toys. And the beauty of it is, that baby stays in one place. Sitting? Bring it on. Mobility? I think one mobile child at a time is enough, so, Zoodle, if you could just wait to crawl until Chickie reaches, oh, kindergarten age, I'd be much obliged.
Also in the picture above you can see that Zoodle has discovered his feet. He really enjoys grabbing them. I love how feet are built-in toys at this age. When he lays on his back he tries to get his feet into his mouth, and he's getting close. Once he succeeds, his feet will be built-in teething toys. Now that's pretty awesome.
Half of you are smiling with me, thinking about the cuteness of a baby chewing on their toes. The other half of you are packing up antibacterial wipes to send me. Don't worry...I draw the line at my kids eating my toes. (Not that Chickie hasn't tried.)