
Nothing too exciting going on. Ethan and Kate have switched places in the "easiness" department. Kate is an all-star napper. Loves it. She's happy all the time and content to entertain herself. She is such an adult in a little baby's body- she cracks me up all the time (she also cracks herself up. She laughs harder when she's looking in the mirror than I've ever seen anyone else get to her laugh). Ethan is still my little baby and is still a happy little guy, but he's decided naps are not for him. I haven't given up hope, but this week has been a little rough- hence, no pictures. I still love being at home, and who wouldn't love looking at these faces all day?

Oh, and if you can't tell, Kate has passed up Ethan in weight. She's at least a pound heavier. We weighed them on a kitchen scale, and I'm hoping it's a little off, because if it's not, Kate is in the 99th percentile tipping the scale at 21 pounds. I remember joking with people when they were born that they would never be "big" babies. Oh, how wrong I was! I will not complain. I've always thought that fat babies are the happiest of babies, and these squirts are no exception.