Monkey Business

Every morning at my house is pretty much the same. I guess it's the anal, organized side of me that feels the need for a schedule for Owen & Carter (and lets be honest...for me too). This morning I awoke to the usual sound of Carter talking away to himself in his crib. I grudgingly got out of bed at 6:45 after he had exhausted his voice and went to his room. My mood quickly changed as this is probably my favourite part of the day as I love to see the big gummy smile on his face when I first greet him in the morning. He gets so excited that he kicks his little arms and legs so ferociously while he grins ear to ear until I pick him up. After changing his diaper I put him back in his crib to amuse himself while I went to repeat the same process with his brother. I am again greeted by a very smiley-faced little boy with outstretched arms as to say "pick me up already".

Having twins always posed a dilemma as to whom I should feed first in the morning; so I have come up with a solution that I think is only fair. I now feed whoever has not eaten for the longest period of time first. Last night Carter was up at 3:30 and Owen at 4:00 so logically Carter gets to eat his breakfast first. If you have ever tried to feed 2 babies in highchairs at the same time you will undertsand that it is not an easy task. They both usually end up covered in food because I have turned my attention to the other for a split second to give him a mouthful of cereal.



Since I was going to feed Carter first this morning I took Owen and put him back in his crib underneath his beloved mobile. This usually keeps him entertained for a solid 20 minutes giving me plenty of time to feed his brother. I took Carter downstairs and got him settled in his highchair while I was preparing his cereal when I heard laughter coming from upstairs. Now Owen is usually a very happy, funny guy that is easy to get a laugh out of....but not without some form of human entertainment. I listened intently from the bottom of the stairs and he wouldn't stop laughing. Then I heard a clicking noise which I could not figure out so I quietly went up the stairs and poked my head in to Owen's room.

What did I find? There's Owen with his little hand stretched as far as it could go, hanging on to his mobile for dear life. He had finally caught the monkey's leg and wasn't letting go for anything. The clicking noise was the sound of the poor mobile trying to turn against the sheer will and determination of my 6 month old!He giggled each time the mobile would try to get away from him. Owen had the proudest look on his face as if to say "finally, I've got you". I wish I could have found my camera to take a picture but I was afraid he was going to pull the mobile on to his head. He startled a little when I asked him what he was doing and realized that he had been caught red handed. He then flashed me another one of his ear to ear gummy grins before letting go. I guess this means I'll be moving his mobile to higher grounds!