First Halloween

 

 

 Below is Sophie in the outfit I bought for her at a recent mom-to-mom sale for $2 before finding the butterfly and monkey costumes. 

Trick-or-trick-or-treat-treat!

We took Sophie and Michael to my MoMs (Mothers of Multiples) club Halloween party yesterday.  Here are a few pics!

I thanked Sophie for being a girl (to the tune of Golden Girls theme song) before we headed out.  In her long-sleeved pink onesie, matching pink tights, and black Mary Janes, she looked like a little dancer.  Throw on a crocheted hat and bow and the cuteness was overwhelming. 

  

I believe our little Monkael broke the needle on the cute-o-meter as well!

 A decent photo of one 6-month-old is tough to get, so you can imagine the challenge of two in puffy costumes.  Here's the best I could do at the party.  I'll try for more this week!

As precious as these two were, the identical 13-month-old twin cowboys and the school-aged triplets dressed as Princess Lea, Luke Skywalker, and Darth Vadar topped the list of my personal favorites at the party.  We didn't go for a matching theme this year, but I probably should try that before Sophie and Michael want to pick their own costumes!

Our little Sopherfly!

 

Grammie met us at the party!

 Michael was verrry curious about the stick in Mike's mouth.

Maybe you can have a lick next year, buddy!



The first annual orchard adventure!

After a chili dinner at Mike's parents' house that included a visit with his grandparents, the six of us headed to one of the nearby orchards.  This was such a nice afternoon that we all hope to make it a yearly tradition. 

The six-month photo...

Happy babies!

Today is the last day of the first half of the first year of Michael and Sophie's lives.  In other words, they'll be six months old tomorrow!

Onesies don't lie

Both Sophie and Michael are the...

...and would certainly agree that...

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Grabby McGrabbersons

Michael and Sophie's fine motor skills are developing marvelously.  How do I know this?  For one, their primary caregiver mentioned it in an impromptu conference as I picked them up from daycare the other day.  I also know this because...

While resting on the couch with Michael on my lap on Friday night, he reached out and put his chubby little hand directly into my raspberry fudge-brownie Blizzard. Who can blame him?  Good stuff.

Sophie puts teething rings in her mouth, takes them out, and puts them in again.  Michael grabs the spoon when I feed him.

On Saturday afternoon when Mike held Sophie up to get a look at my new haircut, she grabbed handfulls of hair on either side of my face, pulled us eye to eye, and attempted to eat my nose.

At a restaurant on Saturday night, Mike took a fussy Michael out of his carseat and held him in his lap as he ate.  I looked up from my own meal and sputtered out, "Mike...Michael...knife!"  as Michael proudly weilded a butterknife.

Looks like it's time to maintain a good three-foot toys only radius.