Thursday, July 26, 2007
 Someone asked us the other day how old the twins were and Mark and I both looked crossed-eyed at each other and scratched our heads and shrugged our shoulders and started counting on our fingers. Miraculously, we both came up with nine months for our answer and then we just sat there staring at the babies wondering how that happened and so fast too. But it's true. They're nine months old yesterday. Jericho weighs 17 pounds and 11 ounces. Justus weighs 18 pounds and 1 ounce. Jericho is taller by about an inch and a quarter but their head circumferances are the same. So they remain consistant--Justus is shorter and fatter; Jericho is tall and skinny. According to the doctor, however, they both need to eat more. They've gone from 25th percentile to 20th percentile to 10th percentile in the last few visits. Whatever, I say! Those boys couldn't be chubbier and still be so happy. And happy they are. Wonderful babies with an admiration for Caleb that strikes terror in our hearts. Both boys are moments away from joining forces with Caleb and we're certain it's going to bring down the house, literally. We're hanging on for dear life and praying we're wrong.
 The boys have mastered all sorts of stunts in the past several weeks from sitting without flopping backwards to clapping to pulling themselves to their feet and climbing up stairs. They can even eat Cheerios without choking and with Caleb dumping the entire boxful on the floor on a regular basis the twins' non-choking finesse couldn't have come at a better time. The twins have really discovered each other lately and it is very fun to sit back and watch the two of them interact with one another. They fight, they share, they shout at each other from across the room. They follow, they lead, they wrestle, they comfort each other. Sometimes I find myself a bit jealous that I don't have someone so close as the two of them. It really is a shame we don't all come with such a dear friend at birth.
posted by Shana # 3:08 PM 
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