I tell ya what. Miss Abbey is blossoming. She's a social butterfly. Waving, clapping and saying bye-bye. She's still our little petite princess though. I mentioned that their 1 year apppointment was last week. Well, it's this week. So we'll see how big the kiddos are. I think we're doing a pretty good job. Last time, Dr. Alfaro said, "You're doing what I need you do be doing. The babies look great." I think that's cool that she gave us a compliment. Parents need to hear words of encouragement. I bet they take Porter off formula. Abigail, they might keep her on it. I dunno. We'll see. Does this mean that my babies are growing up? Is this the start of them not needing me? There has to be some point where I become less and less needed. Not in the sense that they don't NEED me, but you know. They are starting to venture out like little ducklings. But always staying near momma duck. Porter is a climbing machine. He can't get high enough. Crawl on daddy to get to the remote. Crawl on momma to get to the seat of the couch. Carey had to raise the blind cords. Mr. Porter can reach them from the couch. uh oh. Porter can also reeeeeeach and touch the front door knob. He thinks he's going somewhere I guess.
I see you brother
Here I am
Weird face.
Grandma helping me eat corn on the cob. Thanks Grandma, this is delicious.
Ok, I'll take over from here. Thank you.
Grandma Sondra and Abigail on Mother's Day. Abbey is Miss Squirmy.
Brunch time. Mixed veggies, Cheerios, chicken.
Porter behind the couch
