Babies are crazy. They are like puppies in diapers, or sometimes-calm chimpanzee babies. At least mine are. The best is when the twins are climbing over each other, rolling ("Steamroller!") over each other, holding hands while eating, they are fun babies. Alex is my biggest baby right now-- he's reverted to sippy cups, baby crackers, and likes all the baby toys, but with a twist. He likes to take the tiny golf club and whack the little balls as they come out of the air popper. He takes the stacking blocks and "practices his karate for the karate contest" by kicking them down. Then he steals Jack's baby yogurt and BLAMES Brooke. Have I mentioned that four year olds are pathological liars? They sure know how to give truth scope.
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Make sure to mail that box, but put their big brother in it with them before you do.
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