Just more crap floating around in the ol noggin.

Temperament.  They’re starting to shine.  Though they may change, I have noticed that Lessa is very insistent. Everything’s an emergency.  Soothie falls out: full tilt scream.  Time to eat: full tilt scream.  Me sneezing 2 rooms away: full tilt scream (really).  I noticed this around feeding time over the weekend.  Lessa woke up wanting to play, and was utterly inconsolable by words alone.  She had to get her play on.  So I did.  Ivy woke up, and I was able to convince her that I was almost done playing with her sister, and I needed something to eat.  So she waited patiently, just taking in the scenery until I went to get her to play.  I see this in the future as Lessa wanting attention immediately, being the huge presence that drowns out her sister.  And Ivy as the one who can wait patiently for a bigger reward in the end.  We’ll see.

Attention.  Recently we had some good friends over near bedtime.  We were all ooo-ing & aaah-in at the girls, lavishing them with attention.  Then we put them to bed, and they fussed & cried wanting to stay up.  They like their friends.  I’ll have to make a note to keep some ether around for bedtime.  (is he joking or is he serious?  man, I can never tell with this guy.)

They’ve been starting to (slowly) notice each other.  They’re also starting to stare at things.  So this comes together as one of them will start staring at the other.  They also stare at the Tellie.  And their hand.  Oh I’ll just come right out & say it…they’re acting like stoners.  Staring at their hand as they wave it around slowly in front of their face, and last night, Lessa started giggling at a roller coaster commercial.  I have to check what Mommy’s putting in their food.  Either that or the smoke from our neighbors is getting into the nursery.  Heck, in the pic above, Ivy even forgot her pants.

Cuddling.  Oh my what an addiction.  Morning feedings, everyone’s a bit groggy.  If I happen to feed Lessa, and it’s a good feeding (most seem to be these days), she’ll drink, burp, drink while asleep, burp, and off to slumberland.  But the burps happen over the shoulder, and when she’s there, she snuggles into the warmth of my neck, curls up her legs, and sighs.  The problem is, that’s when I have to put her back to bed so I can get ready for (ugh) work.  It’s excruciatingly difficult, and gets harder every time.  A Class-A cuddler.  Ivy would be classified as a Class B cuddler, as she simply goes into Brick Mode.