The last few days have been interesting.
The twins are getting into the stage I have been waiting for, the stage where they are each other's best friends and play together, giggle together, and share. They sit right next to each other watching movies and hold hands out in public. It is stinkin' adorable.
With that comes another stage. The "twin minds" stage where they are starting to commiserate again and get into trouble. Ben will come up to me and smile, say I love you, hold my face and give me kisses while Grant is trying to climb the kitchen cabinets by the cord of the toaster that he pulled off the counter. Did Ben purposely distract me? I don't know. But it wouldn't surprise me.
In other news, Drew is rolling over! He rolled from front to back on May 1st, and from back to front today. he's getting mobile and it scares me a little.
Today I plan on really getting all the storage stuff out of the twins' room so I can put them in big boy beds and not worry about them in the middle of the night. I have to bolt the rest of the furniture to the walls, wrap the fan in an old pantyhose so they can't turn it on and stick their fingers in it, and other fun things. I will look around at everything in there, and ask the never-ending question that is going through my brain: "Can this be used as a weapon?"
Oh, the things you don't think about with only one child.