Month nine has been nice one.
Things felt like they were moving in a nice rhythm–sleeping, eating, and playing. I fell into an early-February slump, and the repetitive nature of the days and weeks drove me slightly crazy. Outings with my mom-group were helpful, and honestly, if the biggest complaint I had was boredom, I was doing alright. Since then, Andreas took a short business trip, and I developed pneumonia, and a bad cold on top of it, so I wouldn’t mind returning to the boredom!
Beatrix and Oona are both freely roaming the house, not crawling on hands and knees yet, but pretty efficient with their army crawl all the same. Where one baby girl goes, the other will soon follow. We are entering a phase in life where Theo is ready for toys with tiny pieces, and the girls are quite eager to swallow as many of those tiny pieces as possible.
Sleeping has been going fairly well. Sometimes the girls sleep through, when they do wake up, it often lasts a long time. Naps are good–pretty predictably between an hour and an hour and a half, twice a day.
Eating is more or less the same as last month. Both girls love eating, and are happy with purees as well as finger foods–the more food the better, they say! I still nurse them each four times a day–on waking up in the morning and before they sleep each time.
Oona and Beatrix have been noticing each other more lately, smiling, pulling at, and crawling on top of each other. Although the eye-gouging, toy-stealing, rough-and-tumble phase has begun, I try to focus on the sweet moments. They are doing this thing lately, where they bonk their foreheads gently together, repeatedly, as a way of greeting, and I simply can’t get over it.
Just yesterday, Oona started waving and clapping, within a time period of about 30 seconds, and she is so excited about her new trick. I truly love this age, but as I have said since the beginning this time around, time is going way. too. quickly. I am already missing my tiny babies, mourning every moment I miss in the chaos of our everyday life.
I’ll just do my best to enjoy every slightly-wicked grin and forget every moment of rushing to make lunch while two babies scream at me.