Thinking of how tiny my babies were when they were born. (Sam's on the left and Lena's on the right.) Lena's eight months old today. How did that happen?
She's getting a personality and trying out new sounds and expressions and belly laughing at her brother. And Sam is learning new words every day and is so funny and generous with his hugs and kisses.
I think Lena understands that when she puts her open, slobbery, sweet little mouth on our cheeks, it's a kiss. She gets a big smile every time she does it. And Sam learned that kisses make boo-boos feel better, so he made all of us, even Lena, kiss the scratch on his pinkie about 100 times.
What a treat it is to watch them assimilate information and figure stuff out, to watch them turn into the people they will become.