The dynamic duo of destruction turns 2 today. It seems not long ago that they were tiny little (barely five-pound) peanuts in the hospital, struggling to keep their body temperatures up and refusing to let their sucking reflexes kick in. Oh, how times have changed! Now all they want to do is suck on their "pacies," have a "dink a mulk", or eat a "snaaaaaaaaaaack snaaaaaaaaack snaaaaaaaaaack." Back then Aidan was the smaller of the two by almost a half a pound, but speedily overtook the heavyweight title and now outweighs Avery by a good four pounds and is a couple inches taller. (But what Avery lacks in size he makes up for in hair.)
We had an early birthday party for them about two weeks ago because my grandparents were in town. They weren't sure what to do with the presents until Alex and Maddie encouraged them to start ripping things---which usually would've been their natural instinct, but I think they were nervous to do it with so many witnesses. They've been enjoying a new soccer goal, new animal sound-making books, and light up footballs--or excuse me, "foo-falls."
I got them a water activity table that we busted out last week when we started hitting the mid 90's and our skin began melting as soon as the back door opened. They also got a cool water activity mat from their cousins but neither was brave enough to sit on it since the water was very chilly. Aidan kept stripping off his swimsuit telling me it was wet, well, actually he was screaming that it was wet and he wanted nothing to do with it. That is Aidan to a T.
I don't know what's more surprising--that they've survived these two years, or that I have. We'll shoot for two more years and take it from there.