Boheme and Reverie, Seven Months

I gave up on our monthly photo spreads last month when I realized they didn't matter became too lazy to deal. This month, I knew better than to even try - both of them completely mobile and on the move. They're not yet crawling but can pull themselves slowly across a room on their bellies and have taken to rolling (even across the hard wood floor) as their sole mode of transportation. I don't even know why I bother putting down mats anymore. They'd rather be head-banging against wood because they don't even care, you know? They don't even care.

These posts always feel a little sad. Every month that passes seems to be a reminder that... another month is passing. (I am a rocket scientist, clearly.) I feel the same sting on the second and twenty-third of every month. I don't know that that will ever change. And now, at seven months, the girls are rounding second, headed for their first birthdays, creeping, literally creeping, knees bending spastically as they pull their little bodies around the nursery with their dimpled elbows, faces planted in one another's spit up.

The last month has revealed their most significant changes. Not only are they more mobile, playful, grabby, alive, but Bo has transformed into a mild-mannered and permanently happy little girl. Always giggling, she smiles at every face she sees. Revi has become extremely sensitive. Fearful. Cries when she meets strangers, needs to be held at all times. Bo sleeps through the night. Revi wakes up two to three times, always ends up in our bed, only naps in the Ergo. At their last check-up two weeks ago, (14 lbs & 16 lbs) Bo didn't even cry when she had her shots. Revi screamed and didn't stop for nearly an hour. I held her and rocked her and sang to her while Bo slept soundly... snoring.

It's amazing. Like nature knows better than to give parents two high maintenance babies at the same time so the girls are switching off. And now it's Revi's turn. Fair enough, girl. Fair. Enough.

Meanwhile. Bo is a buttery cloud full of sunshine and peace, all smiles, all the time, best friends forever.

Revi (of course) is ALSO a buttery cloud of sunshine. So long as she's attached to a body, a pair of arms or is being doted on with funny faces (but they can't be TOO funny or else she will get scared and scream for ten minutes.)

Bo and Revi, at seven months of age have racked up many a hobby and interest. Those things in no particular order, are...

Feet: My other kids were never this into feet. Revi sucks her thumb so it makes sense that she would suck her toe thumbs as well, which, yeah.

Bo's a little more subtle.

Toys: They have become so grabby, especially Revi who will pull every flower out of every vase, every fork out of every hand, and phew, girl, this one's going to be a challenge. She's my getter-into-er. Bo's also grabby but gentler. She carefully takes while Revi swiftly yanks. Bo is soft in her movements and Revi is full of mischief and curiosity. They are puppy and kitten.

Eating Smearing Food all over their faces: Apples, rice cereal, sweet potatoes... the last few weeks we've been rocking some serious solid food action and it's fun and sweet and the biggest mess of all time.

especially if your name is Bo

Daddy:

(Revi keeps it kosher. Zing.)

"Ha ha! My mommy is so funny!"

Daddy Guitaring

Looking Deep Into YOUR SOUL!

Archer and Fable:

Being Held at all times:

Taking Really Short Naps (unless they're being held):

Sitting up (Bo):

Rolling Over... and over (Rev):

(she isn't rolling in this picture but I love it anyway.)

Each other:

(I have since cut Bo's nails, by the way.)

Happy seven months, sweet little dreamboats. Daddy done write you a song and it goes a little something like this. HIT IT...

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GGC