It’s almost a month into 2018 so I just thought it would be a good idea to let you know how the twins are doing in terms of keeping their New Year’s resolutions.
Avery didn’t break her resolution to stop creating mischief because she didn’t make a resolution to stop creating mischief because she knew she would never be able to stop creating mischief. She’s still very much into making loud noises via stomping, slamming cabinet doors, and banging metal surfaces. The newest addition to her noisemaker collection is the side of the tub.
Just today, we caught her sitting in my shorts drawer at the bottom of my dresser pulling tissue apart. But maybe she is getting growing into a more mindful person because when she saw Lynnette and I enter the room, she quickly leaned over the side of the draw to pick up the scraps of tissue which had fallen onto the floor. She then shoved them into my shorts, but I appreciated the effort.
She’s also developed this new scream that I have no chance of putting into text here. It’s just a piercing screech but spaced out so as to sound like a siren. I will try to catch it video later this week. When she broke it out at Target last weekend, a couple nearby laughed. The man remarked that we didn’t need a car alarm and he might be right.
One the bright side, Avery’s moved out of her highchair and joined the rest of us at the dinner table. So long as she’s being serviced with food, she will sit nicely and eat. Lynnette was first to notice that Avery appears to be a double-fister when it comes to hand foods. She likes to hold a piece of food in each hand like her uncle Matty
once did still does.
Avery is also interacting with us more frequently and for longer durations. She’s started to do this thing where she’ll grab our hands and place them on things she wants us to open or unlock or give to her. When the twins had a stomach virus a couple of weeks ago, she pinned my hand to her stomach so I would rub it. If I stopped moving my hand, she shook it until I started again. When I tried to pull it away, she tugged it back toward her stomach. She’s also pulled our hands to door handles, snack containers, and the remote control. Clever girl.
Cole’s New Year’s resolution of giving up his binky is going about as well as you’d think – as in it’s a minor miracle that he’s not gnawing on it in either of these pictures. To be fair, he never actually made that resolution; it was simply wishful thinking on the part of his parents, but still.
Cole helps Madison put away toys at the end of the night. He can say “please”, even if he does so selectively. Best of all, he’s adopted our habit of shouting Avery’s name when she’s stirring up trouble. In fact, this afternoon when Avery got into one of her cabinet-slamming zones, Cole popped up off the couch and jumped up and down in place while shouting “A-bree, A-bree, A-bree!” It didn’t help at all, but it was truly a sight to behold. My man.
One of the non-twins in our house that isn’t me or the dog made the horrible, horrible decision to play Elmo’s Christmas Countdown for him during the holidays and the boy has no concept of seasonal entertainment. Every day, Cole will say “Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle” or “Eh-mo, Eh-mo, Eh-mo” through his nanny. The degree to which the Wiggles and Elmo’s Christmas Countdown have taken over our lives and living room is staggering. I hear songs from the Wiggles episodes in my head ALL THE TIME. And since I’ve always been predisposed to taking songs and changing the lyrics, this is just bad. I’ve done a remix of the Wiggles’ flashback song that starts with “Let’s go back in time when Lynnette she was younger – she used to wear thongs, actually liked dad, and wore a belly ring, too.” She was furious the first time I broke that out. I don’t know, I thought it was hilarious. “You had a belly ring?” Madison asked. “Yes,” Lynnette said. “It was blue.” “What’s a thong?” Madison asked quietly and I cackled with delight.
Anyway, about 3 weeks ago Cole became aware of the difference between letters and number – even though he doesn’t really know any of them individually. This began a week-long period during which he would point at any number he saw and shout “Eight!” This is awesome, as 8 is my number. Over the last two weeks, though, he’s shown that he knows 1, that two follows, and that 8, 9, and 10 are bunched together in some order. And I think we have Elmo’s Christmas Countdown to thank for that.
So, yeah, not so good on the New Year’s resolution front for Cole and Avery. We’re working on it, though. Besides, it’s only January. Anything’s possible. Cole could kick the binky aside any day now. By April, Avery might be banging the cabinets to the tune of “Return of the Mack” for my birthday. It would be the ultimate troll move.