The boys have been in good form lately. Good but busy.

Allan is making great strides (ha!) with his crawling. He can hold him self up on all fours and rock back and forth (vroom! vroom! vroom!). Then we do "1-2, 1-2" and encourage him to make his way across the floor. We set something up for him to fool with when he gets there -- right now we seem to enjoy knocking over a tower of blocks (when Griff doesn't beat us to it!) He's got the idea and can do it himself, but the execution is a little sloppy. He's just not quite strong enough to make it easy and would prefer it (greatly) if we would just Put.The.Toys.Closer. And he hasn't worked out how to take a break gracefully. When he gets tired he tends to *splat* but now he knows to turn his head to the side, instead of going face first. So that's an improvement. He still needs a boost to get from sitting in to crawling, but he keeps leaning out further and further over his hands. It is only a matter of time before he gets overbalanced and accidentally tips into the right position

As you can tell from the party pictures, the pool was a mixed bag. Both had the same intial reaction: skepticism and irritation. It was cold, it was deep, there were too many people and balls in it and everything was too loud. Sensory overload. Griff got adjusted to it, but Allan balked. He prefers the tub, thanks all the same.

The boys were very sweet Monday night. Allan kept taking my hat on and off and putting it on his head. Griff got in to the act and was taking it on and off Allan's head and laughing and giggling. It was heartwarming: this is how twins act in a Hallmark commercial. I grabbed the camera, Jay got the video and, just that fast Griffith began beating his brother about the head and shoulders with the hat. This is how twins act in real life. Griff redeemed himself later that night by taking the washcloth and scrubbing (gently!) his brother's back.

It really is minute-to-minute around here.

Griffith has pretty much switched to walking full-time these days. He will still drop and crawl if he is in a real hurry (like, say, when you open the refrigerator door). Otherwise he is content to toddle along.

We had him evaluated last night for his eating issues. I don't know whether we should be pleased or not, but the therapist who tested him didn't have any more success with getting him to eat than we do. So now we start the process of trying to get him approved for the same program that Allan is in. As part of the testing, she was trying to determine where he was with his language skills. One of the tests is does he look at Person X when you say "Where's X?" The first one was "Where's Daddy?" and he turned to look right at Jay. The next one was "Where's Mommy?" Nothing. Crickets chirping in the background. "Where's Mommy?" Chirp. Chirp. "Where's Allan?" Still nothing. Jay thought it was hysterical. We'll see how funny it is at 3 a.m. when Griff starts wailing. Ingrates. (Both of them.)