Two Babies

One shakes her head because the tiny ivory points haven't quite come through, but want to so badly. The other, finally quiet and resting, feverish after a run in with a scale and four needles.
Such sweet pitiful babies...

Lydie is in full swing big sister mode, patting JoJo's washcloth every few minutes and saying "Luuuuuhvah... Luuuuhvah shhhhhhh". Singing what I'm pretty sure is a mixture of her "Hello Lydie" song and "Jesus Loves Me". Perhaps there's a little bit of the Hundred Acre Wood thrown in there for good measure. She's such a sweet little helper. Goofy, yes, but sweet.

Two babies... it's still so strange sometimes to be holding a little bitty and watching a slightly less little bitty running around assembling her stuffed animals for the morning meeting. I really didn't expect to be here so soon. Or ever really. Yes, Wife and Mama...  that was what I wanted -- but I didn't expect the explosion into both and then the multiplication of that second role so quickly. It's good. It's wonderful, but still surreal.
How can He that came after the She already be 4 months old?

She can eat with a fork. And she's speaking in sentences. Her own language, but full sentences with real, solid meanings that I can understand. 16 months old... The next 16 will be harder, but it's a ways away. I bet it will come and I'll wonder when it was that she learned English...

JoJo's smile is all his own. He looks so much like his Daddy, and the eyes are the same in the smile, but the smile itself is different. His giggle is so sweet and innocent. The way he looks like a little turtle as he pulls his head up and sticks the first of his two chins out... 

Oh I love those babies...