Hey, Don't I Know You From Somewhere?

What we've been learning lately:

Carmen is screaming at ever higher pitches (Maria Callas has nothing on Carmen), at the mall, at home, at Lowe's, and in the car.

Just like his sister, David is regularly singing himself to sleep, and they are both absolutely fascinated by OLN's Tour de France coverage (thanks, Dad!).

Carmen is making some of David's noises now and then, and David is making some of Carmen's.

David squiggles backwards very well on his belly, and Carmen manages to squiggle sideways.

David still soaks the wrap whenever we go out shopping by leaning on it and sucking on it, and now Carmen has figured out that trick, as well. As a result, the washing machine has another load of laundry to do every now and then.

They have both developed some weird movements. Carmen flaps her arms and kicks her legs as if she is about to fly. She has always been an arm flapper, but the kicking is new. She likes to do this especially hard on the changing table, which wiggles and sways with all the flapping.

David started last week opening and closing his mouth like a Muppet, and now Carmen has started, too. I'm not sure what it means, except that maybe they're imitating their mother: Blah blah blah blah blah blah. It's very funny to watch.

Over the weekend they both had a chance to pet, pat, and squish the kitty. Toby gave them a good rub and has kept his distance ever since.

We still can't nap, but we sure can potty!

Found a couple of neat toy stores, too. We'll have to find something special from them later.