Mornings
Millie loves her sissy. Eleanor loves hers too. The other morning I woke to find this little party going on.Millie made sure to give Ella her binky and the two were having a grand ole time.Then there is this.

Joy was just a thing that we were raised on.
The title of this post is a line from a John Denver song. You know that singer-guy that I am twins with? It seems to perfectly express how I feel when I look at my babes. They bring me such joy and silliness and just plain everything.

The Tornado
Eleanor needs to eat. It is a simple fact of life. It turns out that she is like all the rest of my babies. Breast milk it is and only breast milk. Now feeding this baby is not something I can do while moving. So when it is time to eat I am stuck on the couch or chair or whateves. On this day Millie was in her room while said activity was happening. I could hear her singing and I heard something else something that sounded like her playing with blocks. Cooking a fab meal in her kitchen. This never entered my mind.

All Hallows Eve
We spent halloween at my parents trunk-or-treat this year. Henry decided that this was the year he went off on his own. So he and a buddy went around our neighborhood with his friend's dad. Max and Millie just enjoyed themselves and got some serious candy. After the big party I took them to a few houses to "Treat or Treat". It always amazes me what candy does to a child. It is like speed. The energy that they had was nothing short of amazing. The crash wasn't to shabby either.

Eleanor @ 4 months
Here she is at 4 months. Still an absolute joy. She weighs in at 14 and 1/2 pounds and is 25 inches. Millie was 20 lbs at a year. She goos and drools and smiles with her whole person. Love her. Fo sho