Babies Wobble But They Won't Fall Down

Well, most of the time, anyway.

Earlier in the week I left the babies alone in the living-room-turned-playroom for a minute while I got a drink in the kitchen. I returned to find Carmen had rolled toward David, and they were giggling and grabbing at one another. I wanted to record it, and instead caught this:



This week we built an enclosure against the kitchen window, where our table used to be. We made my office space a little smaller, moved the kitchen table to the spot where my plants sat, and then fenced off the newly-created space adjacent to the kitchen's picture window. Now that the babies are squiggling, scootching, wobbling, and rolling around, the enclosure will let us keep an eye on them while we work in the kitchen or catch a snack. They seem not to mind it, and David has already tried pulling up on the metal bars (and stopped halfway up, stuck).

Watching the cat on the window ledge outside.

C&D snacked on some broccoli yesterday, but Carmen said she preferred her sock, instead. Good thing we found more BabyGap socks at the consignment store. They are stretchy and pull up higher than most, so she has to tug on them for hours before they finally come off.