To all you speed walkers out there, I’m your next threat. Your ankle weights and headbands don’t scare me. I’m on a mission and have already taken 3 steps unassisted at the age of 14 months (11 months adjusted).

On the move,
Quinn

It doesn’t matter that we have the coolest Thomas the Train on the planet. Or that we have 1003 toys taking up our entire living room… All that matters to Quinn and I is how quickly we can cram ourselves into the corner of the living room (and behind the chair). It’s our favorite place on the planet (besides on mom and dad’s laps), and we trample each other trying to get there first. Hair pulling is not just for girls, people. It’s on – in full force, and we love it. I’ve got a bit of an advantage in the hair pulling category, given Quinn’s long locks, but he also gets me good when he wants to.

Crazy corners are for crazy cats. And I’m a crazy cat.

Cooper

Just thought I’d share my favorite shot of Cooper in a while… Dude, what are you doing?! Is that a new cheerleading pose or something. Reminds me of a funny story mom tells…

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Cooper!

Quinn (the guy in the back)

While we’re taking cracks, I thought I’d draw attention to Quinn’s hairdo. I mean, come on! Get that wig cut, my brother!

Sittin’ tall,
Cooper

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To honor our favorite guy on Father’s Day, we decided to sleep in until 5:45 am. Woohoo! Of course, we were awake by 5, but decided to play silently with one another until I got sick of Cooper pulling my hair through the cribs. So, I decided to call out for pops to save me (and my hair) from the crazy dude. The best part about Cooper’s violence on me is that he laughs the whole time he’s yanking my locks… mad man.

That reminds me to tell you about our new interactions. So, now that we have truly discovered each other, we love to hang out and talk at night in our cribs for about an hour before we fall asleep. Mom and dad get the biggest kicks by peaking in our rooms and seeing us interacting and talking to each other.

Fun times,
Quinn

Ever since we started swim classes a couple weeks ago, bathtime has taken on a whole new meaning. For some strange reason, we didn’t realize before that you could slap the water and it goes in mom and dad’s face! Now we know, and we’re all over it. We basically run them out of the joint.

P.S. This picture was taken by Miss Sherry and Amir, who was in town visiting from Albuquerque!

So, Bernie has a park that’s got all this yucky green stuff on the ground. Mom calls it grass, and we hate it. We sit on a blanket like it’s an island, and the grass is shark-infested water. Every once in a while, we’ll dip a toe in the green sea, but jerk it right back to safety. Now we know what it feels like to be that baby in Lost…