My husband has to constantly remind me that Andrew isn't a baby anymore. When I do impersonations of him, Chris reminds me again that he doesn't sound like that anymore. But I still have Jonathan to look forward too. He'll soon be talking baby talk and only I (and possibly Chris) will be able to understand him. I don't know why I say this (because I'm definitely not pregnant) but I'm sad that my boys are growing up. Never in a million years, did I think that I would be sad because I knew it was going to happen, but here I am mourning the fact that Andrew corrected me this morning for saying 'muskick.' He said, 'Mommy, it's muuusic, not muskick.' I encourage Jonathan on a daily basis to grow up but sometimes I just enjoy watching him be a baby. He's crawling like crazy, and the face plants are fewer everyday, but he still a baby and it is fun to watch. I guess growing up is inevitable, but that doesn't mean I have to be excited about it.
Here's Andrew enjoying what Maggie does best-and most of the time-sleeping.
We finally brought the exersaucer down for Jonathan and he loves it. Amazingly, Andrew now likes to play with it a lot more. Maggie thought this was about her and was doing her best to pose.
That's a big cheeser.
Still liking it. His second tooth has started to break the skin and he is not enjoying it at all.
We finally brought the exersaucer down for Jonathan and he loves it. Amazingly, Andrew now likes to play with it a lot more. Maggie thought this was about her and was doing her best to pose.
That's a big cheeser. 
Still liking it. His second tooth has started to break the skin and he is not enjoying it at all. 
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