seven months

How in the world did this happen? Xander and Max are seven months old (well actually 7.5, I am a bad blogger) One day we were awake around the clock, feeding and snuggling tiny little four pound bundles of baby goodness, and now we're surrounded by giggles, toys, and the immanent reminders that our sweet babies are growing up.

That being said, this is such a fun age. Every day they discover new things. They enjoy meeting new people and dazzling everyone. They are very aware of each other, and sometimes when they think I am not looking I catch them holding hands, or rolling over to get a better look at each other. They also often steal each others toys and pacifiers. Just the other day I walked in to find a forlorn Max and Xander, with his lips pulled up into an impish little grin behind his brother's pacifier. It's easy to know when this has happened, as Max still prefers the avent soothie pacifiers (perfect for sticking his thumb into, so that he can suck his thumb and his pacifier) while Xander favors the playtex binky (upside down is the best way he insists)

I am a little embarrassed to admit that we are still swaddling. It becomes tricky to get them swaddled and find proper materials to do so. the materials for a home-made woombie are sitting on my craft table. I am  really hoping that it may be the transition they need from being tightly swaddled to being free. I am also considering  figuring out a way to make a safe weighted blanket for them. That way they could still get the sensory input (if that indeed is what they need) while being able to keep their hands free. Hopefully I'll get around to these projects very soon.

The boys are eating more solids, and cutting back on formula. In fact, this week they were down to only 3 bottles per day, but I'm not really sure if they are ready for that yet. They love yogurt, bananas and sweet potatoes still. The teething biscuits are also a big hit, especially with Max. Feeding oneself is apparently very fun. They both enjoy stealing spoons during meals.

They continue to stay on a good sleep schedule and enjoy playing when they aren't sleeping. They love reading books, listening to music and watching backyardigans. Max is getting good at rolling over from tummy to back and back to tummy. He can usually get himself to the toys that he wants. Xander is content to lay on his back and wait for his brother to roll by with something he wants.

Life with these two is an adventure, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.