All of a sudden Noah's writing has taken off. (Not necessarily his spelling, but his sense of composition.) A month ago it was still a struggle to get him to write two or three sentences. Now he is picking up paper and writing on his own volition. He started a story this afternoon and wrote the above before anyone noticed what he was doing. It's just the beginning of the story he said. He intends (whether or not he eventually does) to finish it later.
Ezra is moving everywhere and fast. He has become so wiggly in the changing table he reminds me of Noah at this age. He fell off Avi's bed today, luckily I was so close I caught him and helped him gently summersault off. He is getting all around the room in no time, despite not technically crawling. He's crawling backwards and rolling and wiggling and flipping and scooting around the room faster than we can pick Legos up off the floor. I realized today that he has no problem going from front to back to horizontal to sitting with no problem at all, and it occurred to me that I don't remember him transitioning into that new skill. It's all going by so fast! He ate pizza tonight. The boy has no teeth! But you should see him rip off a hunk of crust with those powerful gums. The same ones mind you that sent him to the chiropractor shortly after birth for some cranial sacral massage because nursing him was so excruciatingly painful.
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