Babies No More.

Last weekend hours after I finished my antibiotics for mastitis, I got another case, so I gave up and weaned John completely. Of course this was at exactly the same time that I got a 24 hour bug, and so did the kids, all while Dad was out of town, making it was an awesome week.

John did not appreciate being weaned, and I now have a son who is addicted to lactose free strawberry milk. I tried to give him a bottle of regular milk today and he literally knocked the bottle out of my hands and reached for the nesquik on the counter. The weaning along with the slow but certain transition from the crab crawl to a full time walker, has made my baby no longer a baby. : ( Not to mention the fact that he's probably grown 2 inches in the past two days.

Lillian got her bangs trimmed the other day, extra short, I guess it just saves me the effort of having to do it again for at least another month or so.

She has started to organize her toys, she lines up all her dinosaurs and asks me to take pictures of them as she individual introduces them.

She is getting better at interacting with John every day... unless he touches her dinosaurs or movies, which he makes a point of doing whenever she isn't paying attention. He likes to read books and pretend like he doesn't see/hear you when you're around.

("No more pictures Mom")

Tonight he suddenly discovered his tongue and kept sticking it out, which led to him and Lillian licking each other and laughing like it was the funniest most sanitary game ever. It ended like all games do with Lillian climbing somewhere John cannot and him throwing a temper tantrum about it. Such over dramatic children, who knows where they get that from.

John will be 1 year old in less than a week, where does the time go? They're both growing up way to fast for my tastes.

Tax Season

Tax season is in full swing, which is a headache. But we're definitely pushing through it better this year than last. The kids are growing like crazy, Lillian is talking more and more each day and John is starting to walk; although he usually only makes a few steps and then ends up on his face... using their hands to brace falls is not a skill my children have acquired. Both of them love to sing and dance, which is how we generally spend the majority of our afternoons. John also inherited the climbing gene, although his balance is not quite Lillian's, he's still pretty nimble. He can usually be found in the DVD drawer, since DVD's are his favorite toy.

The other day he climbed into the washing machine, and then got a little distraught when it started moving on him.

Then Lillian had to try because she can never be upstaged. The other day she jumped off our head board and over extended her landing, she ended up using her face to catch her fall. Luckily no need for stitches, and no broken bones, just a fat lip and a black and blue nose for a week or so.

Lillian still refuses to be potty trained, but every time she puts panties on she insists on John wearing them too. Needless to say, I clean up plenty of potty puddles.

Aside from all that it's just trying to avoid cabin fever despite the winter weather. And Lillian and John posing/being adorable.