This post, then, will serve as a little bit of history for later in life, when they won’t shut up.

Here’s all of the words the twins can say that we could think of, with the proper pronunciation in toddler dialect in parentheses. (If only one of them has a word, I tried to mark that as well.)

People

• Mama (occasionally “mommy”)
• Daddy
• Eloise (“Ellie” or “Alwee” or “Owie”)
• Julian (“Gi-gee” or “Doo-dee”)
• Grandpa (“Ba-pa”)
• Wapsy (“Wa-pee”)
• Grammy (“Ba-bee”)
• Several friends from school, including Avery (“A-wee”), Hannah (“Na-na”), and Apollo (“Uh-pah”)

Colors

• red (“ya”)
• yellow
• green (“dee”)
• blue
• purple (“puh-puh”)
• pink (“pee”)
• brown [J] (“bwow”)
• black (“bla”)
• white (“wha”)

Body parts

• nose (“no”)
• eye
• ear (“ee”)
• elbow (“ow-boh”)
• toe (“doh”)
• knee
• neck (“neh”)
• back (“ba”)
• leg [J] (“leh”)

Food

• peas (“peeeeeeez”)
• broccoli (“buh-la-buh-lee”)
• apple/applesauce (“a-puh”)
• Mum-Mum
• snack (“na”)
• cheese (“deeee”)
• water (“wa-wa”)
• bar (cereal bar) (“ba”)
• noodles (“noo-noo”)
• cracker (“kuh kuh”)
• pasta [J] (“tas-pah”)
• blueberries (“boo-bwee”)

Miscellaneous nouns

• balloon (“buh-loo” or “boo”)
• baboon (“ba-boo”)
• blocks (“blaaaaaaaaaah”)
• book (“buh”)
• bottle (“ba-ba”)
• bubble (“buh-buh”)
• bowl (“bo”)
• spoon (“suh-boo”)
• tree (“dwee”)
• flower (“fuh-vuh”)
• park (“pah”)
• outside (“ow-ee” [E] or “uh-tzuh” [J])
• window (E) (“wi-woh”)
• bus [E] (“buh”)
• truck [J] (“dwah”)
• moon (“moo”)
• star (J) (“daw”)
• baby
• ball (“baaaa”)
• barn (“ba”)
• iPod (“a-puh”)
• poop (“a-pu”)
• shoe [E] (“doo”)
• giraffe [J] (“doo-wah”)
• beep beep (“bee bee”)
• keys (“dee”)

Animals

• kitty/meow (“diddy”/”mow”)
• bird/tweet tweet (“buh”/”dzee dzee” or “tuh-wee”)
• woof woof (“wuh wuh”)
• quack quack (“kuh kuh”)
• the sound a monkey makes (“oo-oo”)
• neigh
• moo
• baa

Miscellaneous verbs and prepositions

• eat (“ee”)
• walk (“waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”)
• up
• down (“dow”)
• trade [J] (“doo-way”)
• rock (“wa”)
• ride [E] (“waaiiii”)
• sleeping [E] (“pee-pee”)

Miscellaneous miscellany

• yes (“yeah”)
• no (“no no”)
• hi
• bye
• please (“buh-lee” [J], “pee” [E])
• more (“muh”)
• all done (“ah dah”)
• uh-oh!
• oh no!
• me
• whee!
• choo choo (“doo doo”)

It’s worth noting that these are just the words they can say. They understand much, much more, so stay on your toes.

As impressive and fabulous as Eloise is by almost any measure, she has never been an overachiever in the hair department. Yet her mullet was growing completely out of control, even by mullet standards, and we decided that a little trim would, at the very least, not hurt. Her Aunt Rachel and I took her to Kidz Adventure Cuts in Seekonk for the procedure.

At first I almost dared to be pleasantly surprised by how well she was handling it…

…but quickly began to get a sense that my optimism would prove unfounded.

There’s the Eloise I know and love!

(Hmm, looking at this picture I’m thinking we should have double-teamed her with a dentist on the other side.)

In the end they only charged me for the equivalent of a bangs trim, since they only cleaned up the back. (When I brought her in, the “stylist” incredulously burst out, “What are you going to cut, Mom???” I explained that I wanted it tidied up to all one length in the back, she exclaimed with an emotion I would describe as just shy of horror: “But if you do that she’ll look like a BOY!”

Needless to say we went ahead with it, and while the result will not exactly win her a job as the Pantene poster girl, it does look a bit less unruly.

By the way, Julian got his first haircut back in December (and his second on the same day as Eloise’s first). Let’s just say that his handling of the trauma didn’t do anything to make Eloise look bad.

Abigail is heading off for her summer break, and we hope that we’ll see more of her in the fall, but for now all of us will definitely miss her. Thank you!

Well holy cabooses, it’s been six months. It feels like just yesterday that it the babies were…oh, about 5.9 months old. (It feels like roughly 10 years since they were born. No indeed, time has not exactly flown by.)

This has been a big month, and a good month overall — our best yet, I’d say. There have been visits by all the aunts and all the grandparents, plus the babies’ first Passover seder. (Julian was a model child, and Eloise…umm, let’s assume she was just trying to do her youngest-child duty and sing the Four Questions, loudly and incessantly, for the entire meal.) Many of the other major milestones have already been documented here: we night- and swaddle-weaned Eloise; I went back to work; we started them on solid foods. Things continue to go well on all three of those fronts, though we are a little disappointed that Julian and Eloise do not seem to have very adventurous palettes yet: rice cereal and applesauce yes, sweet potatoes and carrots a resounding no. (I, however, have discovered that fresh, pureed, unadorned vegetables are quite delicious!)

This month has had more than its fair share of miserably rainy days, which are brutal because they rule out the sanity-saving afternoon stroller excursions that we rely on so heavily. But there have also been some gorgeous spring days, and it has been wonderful to see the babies discover that outdoors does not necessarily equal freezing temperatures and bitter winds. Being outside really seems to interest them and calm them, so in addition to walks in the stroller, we’ve been taking them to the playground, letting them lie on the grass, and setting their Bumbo seats in the sun. Quite frankly it’s been pretty refreshing for us, too, after a long winter of looking at the same few rooms in our house for most of every day. We bought some cute sun hats and some baby sunblock in anticipation of lots of outdoor time as the weather keeps improving.

It’s a lot of the little things that are making the babies so fun and funny these days. Julian has an amusing habit of clasping his hands together up above his body and thumping them down on his chest repeatedly, as though he’s having a little trouble with the ol’ ticker. He also still grins like a goon when you sing any song and replace all the lyrics with “Julian.” Eloise will kick her legs up and jump if you hold her by her armpits and bounce her up and down — it’s so cute. She continues to have independent control of her eyebrows and can easily raise one or the other, allowing her to express her skepticism about all our efforts to impress or entertain her. On the other hand, she hands out face-splitting smiles like they’re going out of style. Even better, she has expanded the circle of people reliably permitted to hold her from two to four (my mom and Abigail have finally survived her hazing rituals and earned her trust).

Speaking of smiling, one thing we’ve noticed recently is that the twins have started smiling when they’re enjoying themselves, as opposed to strictly in response to someone smiling at them. Before it was purely social and seemed largely reflexive (see a smile, make a smile), but now some of their smiles seem to indicate that they are entertained by their activities or our antics. (The big smiles in the official six-month photo are in response to my kicking around the living room chanting “Mama does the can-can! Mama does the can-can!” No sacrifice of dignity is too large for my children.)

Each month brings more and more interest in toys (and, hence, more and more toys into our home). Blocks, rattles, and stuffed animals are great, but so is a giant unopened bag of tortilla chips. They are loving the jumperoo and often enjoying the exersaucer. The cats would probably be the number one plaything if they were stupid enough to get anywhere near the babies; as it is, both kids practically hyperventilate with excitement if a cat looks their way.

The big developmental milestone that seems to have sped in out of nowhere is their ability to sit unsupported. Two weeks ago they could probably balance for 5 seconds before toppling over; these days I bring them downstairs in the morning, sit them on the floor, arrange some toys in front of them, and go back to bed. Okay, I don’t go back to bed, but I do go into the kitchen and make breakfast and do other morning tasks. I can’t believe how quickly this happened. I had been looking forward to it for a long time, suspecting that it might make both babies (particularly Eloise) happier and our lives a bit easier, and so far I seem to have been right on both counts.

There are still times when it’s really hard, of course. Matt is on his own with them a lot more often now, and when I check Trixie Tracker during the day and see that they each have napped for a total of 23 non-simultaneous minutes, I just cringe for him. But the trend definitely continues to be toward easier, and I can honestly say that I am finally enjoying being a parent much of the time. I am not sure that I would repeat the first four months for any amount of money, but it’s a great feeling to have the fog lifting, those brutal days behind us, and all the best stuff ahead. Time is speeding back up, and I know that they’ll be a year old before I know it. To quote from the Joni Mitchell song my parents used to sing me to sleep as a kid: “Take your time, it won’t be long now/’Til you drag your feet to slow the circles down.”

(It’s easy to take for granted our little Julian who continues to sleep blissfully through the night, unperturbed by all of the activity in the crib next to him. We think he’ll actually be more of a challenge to wean from the swaddle, but for now he’s content, and so are we.)

Thanks also for all of the helpful suggestions of rainy-day activities. I’m hoping the weather will just be completely awesome for the rest of the spring and summer so I won’t have to use any of them, but in the unlikely event that it, you know, rains in Providence during April and May, I’ll give them a shot.

Today, it’s just me (at least until 1:00 when the indispensable Abigail, our babysitter/helper, arrives). Wish me luck!

(Tomorrow I’ve got them on my own from 8-5… I’m thinking the only possible thing I can do, in this day and age, is to live-blog it.)

UPDATE

The day was a smashing success! Julian was a little more difficult than usual, but Eloise had, no question, the best day of her young life. (One day, she’ll graduate from college, and I’ll say, “Well, young lady, this is certainly exciting, but it’s no Day 166.”) She was smiley and playful and happy, and she let Abigail feed, hold, and play with her, and she didn’t really even fuss once. It was kind of eerie. Of course, now I’m exhausted. Here’s hoping tomorrow goes as well.

• Julian’s morning bottle: 6 oz of milk
• One top-off bottle for Julian and Eloise before their morning nap: 2 oz of milk each
• Julian’s three daytime bottles: 5 oz of milk each
• Julian’s two prune juice bottles: 2 oz each (1 oz prune juice + 1 oz water)
• Bedtime bottles: 7 oz of formula for Eloise, 8 oz of formula for Julian, with a milliliter of TriViSol vitamins in each

It adds up to a lot of milk, a lot of formula to mix, and a lot of bottles to wash (as our friend Emilie beautifully documented).

Bottles Drying, by Emilie, Inc

When Julian’s prune juice issue finally resolves, that will be a relief. Of course, when Rachel goes back to work we’ll add three more daytime bottles for Eloise. Whew!