Friday, January 6, 2012

Meet James and Julia at 12-15 Months

When new parents ask me, "When does it get better?" I tell them, "13 months." (And thank you so much, Mom, who, when I asked this question the second month the babies were born and wasn't sure how I was going to survive, answered "Oh... uh... 2 1/2 years..." That was a fun year of wallowing in hopelessness.) At 13 months our babies are suddenly able to entertain themselves. (Woo hoo! Mommy can eat lunch! And use a laptop while doing so! Miracle upon miracle!) Being able to entertain themselves is due to a combination of increased maturity and mobility. And then on top of it, being a parent gets more exciting because our babies start to understand what we are saying and follow simple commands. Toddlerhood kicks cute infant butt!

The first day of this 12-15 month period doesn't start well though. To celebrate his first birthday, James has a febrile seizure and ends up in the ER. Thankfully by the next day he's feeling good enough to smash his birthday cupcake. I think it marked the first time the babies were sick with fevers for more than a day, and let me tell you, it was not fun. They have fevers again in late February and one night James is up for 4 3/4 hours. He wants me to hold him until he falls asleep (and I oblige him since he's sick), and over and over again he almost falls asleep but then gets fussy that he can't get comfy in my arms, and then I have to get him calm and sleepy all over again. Julia wakes me up every 25 minutes one night, and the next day I cry thinking of having another night like it. In minor health-related news, James gets a rash around his mouth, off and on for the next several months which we're told is a drool/pacifier reaction.

James in the ambulance about to take his $1399 three block ride to the hospital. (Yay for insurance at least.)

James the cherub with Daddy in the ER.

James doesn't seem too interested in his birthday cupcake...

...But eventually he gets into the smash portion of the birthday proceedings.

Bubby visits in mid-January, and my parents visit off and on these months. The twins begin beaming and smiling when grandparents visit, which has to be the best reception ever.

Julia gives Grandma a head massage. Thai style.

My parents arrive with my brother for Christmas, and it's the first time Uncle Michael's seen them in a year. The babies wear their Christmas outfits and crawl down the hallway to open their gifts. James is more interested in the wires leading to the stereo and TV. Michael is sweet and wants to play with the babies but is afraid of hurting them, not unlike Lennie in Of Mice and Men. I put Julia on his lap and tell him to clap with her, and that there's no way she'll get hurt, and they share a nice moment.

Julia will learn to love being held by Mommy on Christmas.

"I'm gonna hug her and love her and squeeze her and call her Julia."

We have a non-grandparent babysitter for the first time so Mark and I can attend the Google holiday party. The babysitter is our friend Matthew and he comes over early so the babies can get acclimated to him. Unfortunately all they do is cry when he tries to hold them. Thankfully, they don't wake up once we leave. Mark and I also go on our first overnight trip since I was on Jeopardy!, and it's a Google-financed trip to Monterey for Mark and his Google cronies. The babies, playing with Grandma and Papa, don't seem too excited to see us when we return.

The babies go to their first baby social engagement - their friend Ronan's one-year birthday party, where they experience a ball pit for the first time but are unimpressed. We also visit the rehabilitation and nursing facility down the street for the first time, with the babies dressed in their Valentine's Day outfits. For Valentine's Day, I become a crazy mom who rents Cupid wings for James to wear for a photo shoot. Eventually when the pictures are on display, James will hate me as a teenager and will mysteriously never have friends or girls over. (I kind of regret not paying double to just buy the wings for all my future embarrassing-my-son needs.) Speaking of pictures, back in August, Mark and I were with the babies when a man approached us and said he'd be interested in taking pictures of the twins. I know this sounds like a good pedophile pick-up line, but he was an amateur photographer with really good equipment and was interested in shooting babies for the first time. I finally got around to e-mailing him when the babies were nearly 14 months, and found he'd be happy to come by the next day to take pictures.

James and Julia (who's obviously having the time of her life) in the ball pit.

"Thanks Mom for making it so that I can never have friends over."

The babies visit Google and James laughs as he crawls really fast down long hallways and visits engineers. The babies also go on swings for the first time in our backyard. Our neighbor's daughter Megan comes over to observe the twins for a class at Stanford. But first, she comes to the door one day and says she lives down the street and has noticed that I have babies, and could she come over one day and observe them? I think to myself, "Wait, so a stranger who's been watching us wants me to let her hang out with the babies?" But then she mentions that she's the daughter of our neighbors ("Ohhhhh....") and it all makes sense. (Might want to open with that next time instead of the "I've been watching you" stuff.)

First time in the swings. James's knees are in danger of being eaten by his socks.

At the twins' one year appointment I mention to their doctor my concern that Julia isn't crawling or making transitions between positions like sitting from lying on her back or pulling up from sitting. Doc Rossin says not to worry about it, and that with twins they tend to want to compete and catch up quickly with the other. Right then one of the babies starts clapping and, as though to punctuate the doctor's point, the other begins clapping. Within the next couple days, Julia becomes mobile! On 12/8 she starts crawling and is already pretty fast, and the same day she pulls herself up for the first time in The Zoo (but nobody sees it - we just find her there standing). She starts sitting up on her own a few days later, and on a couple occasions she flips over in her crib in the middle of the night and cries out to be righted.

While a giggly James will try to crawl to our room when we chase him asking, "Where's James going?" Julia prefers to cruise there charmingly slow, inching along the mirrored closet doors and hallway wall. When I change one twin's diaper, the other always wants to pull to stand and then cruise along the changing table from end to end in front of me, like a bird on a perch. Near Christmas, the babies start crawling to meals and we call it The Running of the Babies. Julia likes to make an undead moan while she crawls. James is faster and will stop and wait for her. If he turns and crawls toward her she will squeal with delight and crawl away like it's a game of tag. And repeat. They also always stop to bang the air vent. Sometimes the whole process to get them to dinner can take awhile!

A typical Running of the Babies. 1) James leads the way. 2) Looking back to see where Julia is. 3) Julia pretends that James is going to chase her so she crawls back to the nursery. 4) Eventually Julia makes her way back from the nursery to dinner.

First Steps
Starting in December, the babies try standing unassisted. They love when one of us lies down and so they can practice standing over us. Part of their practicing involves purposely falling on us. (Ooof!) Grandma says that Julia took a few steps on 2/20 (at 14 1/2 months). The following day, Mark and I put the laundry basket slightly out of reach and Julia ups her game, taking up to 4 steps at a time, which we caught on video. James takes his first steps on 2/26 - two of them - from outside of The Zoo to the Jumperoo. Since all the nursery furniture is reachable via cruising, we speculate whether they would have walked earlier if they'd had more motivation to get to things that were out of reach.

At snack time Julia daintily eats her food one piece at a time, while James uses his hands like a conveyor belt to constantly relay food into his mouth with much of the food missing its target. Similarly, when I give them something bigger to eat like a quarter of a waffle, Julia takes little nibbles while James shoves it all in. Julia cracks us up with how excited - as in dancing-in-her-seat-and-hyperventilating excited - she gets for Puffs. She's so single-minded that she tosses all non-Puffs over the side of her high chair, and if I spoon them into her mouth she'll let them fall out not unlike a golden retriever releasing a slobbery tennis ball. In March she reflexively tosses teriyaki tofu over the side of her high chair before remembering, "Oh yeah, I liked this last time."

In addition, Julia will often not eat or even try a food that's on her tray, but if she find it petrified on the floor later, it's fair game. She also will try to hand you lint, and if you don't take it in time it goes straight into her mouth. Meanwhile she thinks strawberries are the food of the devil. She has textural issues with food and doesn't like solid pieces of food in her purees, even if it's a food like carrot which she likes in puree form.

Julia and her bib of pea carcasses

At the beginning of the year, one baby always seems to wake at 4:30 a.m. while the other sleeps until 6. On top of it, they go through a period where they won't take afternoon naps. I end up driving to playdates and having them sleep on the way, and then when I arrive, continuing their naps in the driveway.

I take a bath with each baby for the first time in January, and even though it's fun I don't do it again for a long time because I decide it's too much trouble (not to mention it uses a lot of water and I get cold waiting for the next baby).

James needs to up his game to Julia's level of bath multi-tasking.

While Julia freaks out over Puffs, James freaks out over books. At story time I put both babies in Bumbo seats and James often immediately crawls out of his to get to the books. Even signing "book" before story time gets them very excited. Once when Bubby read two books to them, James, as though expecting more, made a sound like "That's it?" Julia kisses one of the babies in Time to Eat on her own so I offer her the other babies and she kisses them all.

James reads his book at mealtime like it's the morning paper.
"Did you know stock in teddy bears went down?"

In January they start dancing to music a little bit. Julia does it more than James (he starts doing it more in March) and her dancing mostly involves moving her head left to right. When her toy laptop plays a certain Spanish song, she moves her shoulders as though doing a salsa. Her eyes get big and she'll start dancing in her chair when certain songs start, especially Old McDonald, Bling-Blang, and Baby Beluga. (Because I like to speculate about their future professions I will guess that she'll have a career in music.) When I sing Julia Sleeps Tonight to the tune of The Lion Sleeps Tonight, James adds in his own "ah ah ahs."

Diapering Poo Talk
I start calling Julia "Squirmy" because of her penchant for squirming while getting changed. Julia poops every chance she gets while James prefers to poop once a day and each poop is trouble. One day it's an avalanche that thickly covers his leg and goes into the foot of his pajamas.

This is what happens halfway through the diaper change when Daddy changes Julia on the floor.

Much of the twins' interaction still involves taking toys from each other. Papa claims that Julia is smart and scrappy from having to deal with a bigger brother and that he's seen her put a toy she wants most behind her and then play with a decoy toy she knows James will take. One day I see James get mad when Julia takes the stacking cups. Later he takes the prism-shaped toy from her and she goes for the cups which she knows he'll want, and sure enough he drops the prism (which she regains) to take the cups. Babies and toy sharing is like a ballet! The twins also love holding onto the crib bars to cruise and then shriek as they head towards each other. ("Sibling! Right ahead!")

The twins cruise around the crib at the same time.

One day I leave the nursery and hear James cry out. I go back in and Julia (not James) is trapped under the laundry basket, and James is standing there, keeping it on top of her. She seems unperturbed but I free her right away, and then I immediately regret not taking a picture first. I'm a bad mother because I spend the next couple weeks trying to lure Julia back underneath the laundry basket so I can get a picture. I'm tempted to hold the basket up with a stick and put Bunny underneath it.

I finally got the pictures below in late March and I swear I didn't set this up.:

"Do do doo... Not doing anything suspicious here. Definitely not planning on trapping my sister in a laundry basket or anything like that."

"Got her!"

The culprit always returns to the scene of the crime...

...and then plays drums.

When I lie on the ground or even sit, the babies are always coming over for love (or if you're Julia, often to attack your face - more on that later). They like when I do some soft wrestling with them - rolling side to side and snuggling.

Here's me rolling side to side with James in his lion costume in October. Or maybe he's mauling me.

The babies experience a lot of separation anxiety these months, particularly Julia, and don't like it when we leave them for a moment. They are particularly sensitive to me leaving when they first wake up or when they're the only twin awake from a nap (the latter is still going on and as I write this they're just shy of 2 years). I always say "I'll be right back" when I leave the room. One day I start to tell Julia I'll be right back before I get up to leave and she starts crying. Clearly she knows what those words mean.

Papa teaches them the game of "So Big!" which they love and Grandma likes to play with them through the windows of the Learning Home. They try to close the windows down on her.

"How big is Julia? So big!"

Both babies like to say "Dada" often, especially James who often says it when doing anything, not necessarily with Daddy in the room. On 1/19 Julia says her first word after "Mama" and "Dada": duck! She says it when looking at a book on ducks and when Papa does his Donald Duck impression. "Duck" is also James's first new word and he says it 2/5. Three days later after saying "duck," Julia has her second new word: "eight," which she learns from her toy laptop. However, they stop using these words a week later and don't really talk again until August, with one exception: on 3/4 they learn to say the word, "hi."

In the meantime, they start learning lots of words, just not saying them. On 12/26 Julia touches her ear when we say "ear" and they can touch their noses on command. They also learn other body parts like tummy, fingers, mouth, lips, teeth, hair, and head. Papa teaches them to wave, and they both hit their high chair tray whenever we say "tray."

It's good my parents visit often because I had no idea babies would be able to understand simple commands at this age. At the beginning of February when my parents say "car," "egg," and "computer" the twins go to the appropriate toys in The Zoo. Papa teaches Julia, and later James, lots of commands for their Learning Home such as turning the light on and off, opening the door, opening the mailbox and putting mail inside, and ringing the doorbell. By mid-February, James is almost caught up to Julia in knowing the names of things.

I try teaching the twins "more" one day at snack time by signing it to them when they're out of food, and they learn it that day. Food apparently equals motivation. A week later they both sign "more" during their snack and when they get pureed foods, but then get upset when I give them more of what they're eating. I think their definition of "more" is more of some other food, but not the one they're eating.

My parents teach Julia to say, "Aaaaaah" after she takes a sip of something, as though it's refreshing. One day my mom comments aloud how she can't find her coffee mug, and Julia looks exactly where it is and says, "Aaaaaah!"

Julia's Personality

By mid-January we notice that Julia is starting to look like a little girl and not a baby anymore. She no longer has her baby mohawk either. While she's lost her baby mohawk she's gained a new trait: her tongue often hanging out! (We wonder if she got this from my maternal grandmother.) And she looks and does things daintily, especially compared to James.

Julia still sometimes wakes up with bed head mohawk. (Don't we all?)

Julia's tongue wants to see what's going on, too.

The words that best describe Julia would be quirky, flirtatious, and fun-loving. Julia loves when she's hit softly with anything. This started when Mark began dropping sofa cushions on her and she would shriek in delight. I often bat at her with my knee high socks.

She squeals when happy, and, like James, especially loves when I say "I'm going to get Julia!" or "Where's Julia going?" and chase her around the room. When she gets trapped in a corner I let her escape between my legs. One day Papa tells James, "Wanna wrestle? 1...2...3..." waiting for James to charge him as he's done in the past. Instead Julia goes for it! After this she loves charging us when we say "1...2...3..."

Grandma says Julia's a wild child with a mean streak like me (whatever does she mean?). A good lure to get Julia to come over is to lie on the floor - she'll crawl over smiling, making her undead "ehhhhh..." noise and then play with your face. And by "play" I mean she is rough. She gets a crazed look and attacks! She usually goes for the teeth, though no facial feature is off limits. Often Julia and James do this tag team-style and crash into us, sometimes while holding hard toys. He falls as though he's a - future career prediction alert! - professional wrestler and after awhile I don't even notice the body blows because I'm busy trying to keep my eyeballs safe from the little girl. Julia will grin devilishly when you firmly tell her "no" (like when she's going at your face or trying to flip over during a diaper change) and she'll do whatever it is again.

Julia the Dentist...

...and James the Ear Nose Throat doctor.

Basically if you lay down, not only is your face fair game to Julia, your tummy is as well. She also loves to lift shirts to see people's tummies and hit their bare bellies. (Our poor guests.) She likes to cuddle with me by laying across my tummy perpendicularly while I rock her back and forth.

James also likes to play "Where is Mommy's belly button?"

Julia LOVES to grab my finger when I lean forward over her in the stroller to stretch before I run. (I start running with the babies in our jogging stroller in December.) Sometimes grabbing my finger involves getting her hand free from under three blankets. And sometimes she remembers to extend her finger to play with me, and I think, "Oh yeah - I almost forgot to do my stretches. Thank goodness for Julia!" She's also delights in putting her tongue through The Zoo fence and grabbing my toes through it. She will wave her foot at Papa while he's giving her a bottle so he'll try to put her foot into his mouth. She also loves playing peek-a-boo while standing in The Zoo. Similarly, Daddy will get out of her line of sight behind the kitchen counter and he'll suddenly pop up to surprise her, which endlessly amuses her.

Babies bundled up and ready to go on a run

Julia's all tuckered out from grabbing my finger.

I call Julia "My Little Clock" and "My Timekeeper." She gets upset if we're out near dinner time, as though thinking, "Why aren't we home? We need to drink milk soon!"
She also loves handing things to people. One day she hands me every piece of cheese she doesn't want to eat.

Emptying anything (especially the basket of diapers)
Playing peek-a-boo
Rubbing her feet together fast like she's starting a fire
Hanging out in the corner of a room
Face attacks


Non-Puff foods
Cold washclothes on her face
Stoplights (she starts crying when the car stops as though to say "I want to get home faster for milk!")
Wearing socks (she pulls them off)

Favorite Toys
Busy Gears (a distant second)
Stacking Cups
Learning Home
Spin and Sing Alphabet Zoo ("spin spin-a-letter")
Music Table
Standing Musical Caterpillar
Hide and Squeak Eggs

Favorite Books
Noisy Peekaboo!: Vroom! Vroom!
Noisy Peekaboo!: Choo! Choo!
Little People Christmastime Is Here!

James and Julia read
Little People Christmastime Is Here! with Uncle Michael and Papa.

Favorite Foods
Puffs and Cheerios
Rice cake
Baby Mum Mums (rice rusks)

James's Personality

The words that would best describe James these months would be: shy, affectionate, serious, adventurer, and giggler.

While he was the worst Batman villain ever, The Nuzzler, when he was six months old, now he's his sidekick, The Cuddler. I entertain him in the Exersaucer by using the attached dragon puppet to kiss his hand. He hugs the puppet and buries his face into it and closes his eyes. (Awwww!) He also starts using his Puppy Dog as a pillow. He gives us lots of affection as well.

James and his Puppy Dog pillow

James becomes a very giggly boy by the end of December. One day he giggles so much I devote an online photo album to it.

My Giggly Boy

James likes to crawl/charge at Papa so Papa will flip him over and wrestle (and cuddle). James loves being tickled, too. Lots of things make him giggle:

  • Yawns. (He continues to find yawns hysterical. And when I take pictures of him, I often yawn to make him laugh.)
  • Calling him "Crazy" on the changing table (see video)
  • The sun making stripes on the wall as it's filtered through the blinds (he giggles and slaps it)
  • When I whisper the first line of my Banana Mango song (to the tune of Conjunction Junction) and come in loud on the second line
  • Escaping the nursery and being chased
  • Getting hit with my knee high socks

Hitting sunlight stripes is hilarious.

Speaking of liking to get hit with my socks and giggling, James continues to be quite the foot fancier. He giggles when I kick his feet with mine when he's eating. He's intrigued by my green fuzzy socks (as is Julia), but he will keep trying to cuddle with them while they're on my feet. I bought shoes for him to wear on Christmas but I couldn't keep them on because he kept pulling them off to chew on them. (Much like her brother, Julia tries to eat her shoes as well.) And of course, he tries to eat Julia's shoes and chase Bubby's slippers while she's wearing them.

"Are these Mommy's feet? They feel like Mommy's feet...
They taste like them, too..."

Another of James's obsessions is playing with Julia's stroller harness, and when I take him away from it to put her inside, he has a tantrum. Mark rolls a big red ball around the room and James is thrilled to crawl as fast as he can to get it. I also will hold the carton of the Hide and Squeak Eggs and move it around the floor as he crawls after it.

His favorite activity is playing with all the non-toys in the nursery. He loves closing the nursery door, sliding the closet doors back and forth (until we had to remove them), and slapping the diaper pail and hitting it against the wall.

By the end of February James figures out how to put some shapes into the Learning Home. A few weeks before, I discover that James can stack his (aptly named) stacking cups in order. I distribute five randomly and say "go" and he excitedly orders them. Once he stacked six in eight seconds. By the beginning of March, he can stack all eight easily and put all the shapes into the shape sorter on the door of the Learning Home.
He's clearly a budding engineer like Daddy... or maybe a champion cup stacker?

While he's a sweet boy, James is a bit oblivious. He loves to crawl into my arms when I'm holding Julia. He'll climb on top of her just to get to me. He also will plow through Julia when cruising, as though she's not there. And he's still a toy bully.

James really tries to please... me anyway, his sister - well, I'm sure she can confirm via non-appreciative squeals, not so much. He knows not to eat books and puzzle pieces (though later I do allow puzzle piece munching), and I'll see him put them near his mouth and look at me. If I catch his eye he smiles and puts whatever it is down, like "Oh, what's this doing near my teeth?" and pretends he wasn't going to chew on it, but smiles the whole time like he's playing a game with me. Unlike Julia he stops doing something "bad," temporarily at least, if I say "no."

Giggling at yawns
Babbling "Obby Bobby!" and making lion/possessed frog sounds
Looking at light fixtures
Wrestling with Papa
Tossing things from his high chair

Laying down for diapering
Not getting his way/being thwarted
Waking up from naps
Having to wait to get milk at the end of his meal
Getting his nose/face cleaned
Having stacking cups taken by Julia

Favorite Toys
Stacking Cups (a distant second)
Dragon puppet on Exersaucer
Dinosaur bibs
Spin and Sing Alphabet Zoo
("spin spin-a-letter")
Learning Home
Music Table

James plays with his new Learning Home.

Favorite Books
Where? (He's sometimes able to slide parts of it open by himself, but usually not. That's when he whines until I have to slide it for him, ad infinitum.)
Little People Christmastime Is Here!

Favorite Foods
Puffs and Cheerios
Rice Cakes


Favorite CDs
Raffi - Baby Beluga and Singable Songs for the Very Young: Great with a Peanut Butter Sandwich
Sing Along with Putumayo
Swing music
Classical music, particularly Build Your Baby's Brain
A CD of lullabies made by my friend Leslie M. (Many of the songs are by Kenny Loggins - or as I call him, KLog. Who knew he did children's music? Inchworm is our favorite.)

Favorite Songs (other than those on the CDs above)
The Tiki Tiki Tiki Room (bedtime)
Let's All Sing Like the Birdies Sing (bedtime)
Danny's Song
You Raise Me Up

Serenades by Mommy while the Babies Eat
Do Re Mi (works best to calm them)
Part of Your World
Feed the Birds (Tuppence a Bag)
A Spoonful of Sugar (yet another from Mary Poppins)
There's a Light Over in the Frankenstein Place (yes, from The Rocky Horror Picture Show)

"Feed the twins, tuppence a bag..."

Further Serenades by Mommy, Christmas Edition
O Holy Night
Christmas Time is Here
Winter Wonderland
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
O Come All Ye Faithful
Angels We Have Heard on High

Maya and Brandon (mom: Kashi)
Dante (dad: Derek)
Oliver (mom: Rachel P.)

James and Maya play with the Music Table.


Some Highlights of (non-jar) Foods Introduced
Chocolate cake (birthday!)
Black beans
Cheese tortellini
Brown rice
Corn, carrots, and green beans (Julia drops them overboard)
Watermelon (first food I've seen make James stick his tongue out so it could not be put inside)
Graham crackers (smashed up in baby food to get Julia to get over her textural issues)
Homestyle potato and onions (Julia loves all starches) at Country Gourmet
Pineapple (I hid it inside a waffle; consequently they let the waffle fall out of their mouths)

"Maybe bananas and graham crackers would make a good hair gel..."

Weights and Lengths:

12/07/09 (birth)
James - weight: 5 lbs., 9 oz.; length: 17.8" <5th percentile; weight for length: ~75th percentile
Julia - weight: 4 lbs., 9 oz.; length: 18.1" <5th percentile; weight for length: ~10th percentile

1/07/10 (1 month)
James - weight: 7 lbs., 2.9 oz.; length: ~21"
Julia - weight: 6 lbs., 4.4 oz.; length: ~18 1/2"

2/08/10 (2 months)
James - weight: 9 lbs., 0.0 oz <5th percentile; length: 21 1/4" <5th percentile; head: 14 3/4" ~8th percentile; weight for length: ~25th percentile
Julia - weight: 7 lbs., 11.5 oz. <5th percentile; length: 20 1/2" <5th percentile; head: 14 1/4" <5th percentile; weight for length: ~17th percentile

3/06/10 (3 months)
James - weight: 11 lbs., 2.6 oz. ~10th percentile
Julia - weight: 9 lbs., 8 oz. ~5th percentile

4/08/10 (4 months)
James - weight: 13 lbs., 14.5 oz. ~30th percentile; length: 24" ~18th percentile; head: 16 1/2" ~44th percentile; weight for length: ~60th percentile
Julia - weight: 12 lbs., 4 oz. ~21st percentile; length: 23" ~10th percentile; head: 16" ~42nd percentile; weight for length: ~58th percentile

6/07/10 (6 months)
James - weight: 18 lbs., 2 oz. ~62nd percentile; length: 26 1/4" ~48th percentile; head: 17 1/2" ~73rd percentile; weight for length: ~80th percentile
Julia - weight: 15 lbs., 6.5 oz. ~45th percentile; length: 25 3/4" ~50th percentile; head: 16 3/4" ~51st percentile; weight for length: ~44th percentile

9/17/10 (9 months)
James - weight: 21 lbs., 3.5 oz ~55th percentile; length: 29" ~62nd percentile; head: 18 1/2" ~87th percentile; weight for length: ~65th percentile
Julia - weight: 18 lbs., 7 oz. ~50th percentile; length: 27 3/8" ~50th percentile; head: 17 1/2" ~61st percentile; weight for length: ~50th percentile

12/6/10 (12 months)
James - weight: 22 lbs., 15 oz. ~53rd percentile; length: 30 1/2" ~75th percentile; head: 19" ~93rd percentile; weight for length: ~59th percentile
Julia - weight: 20 lbs., 12 oz ~48th percentile; length: 29" ~50th percentile; head: 18" ~70th percentile; weight for length: ~62nd percentile

3/22/11 (15 months)
James - weight: 25 lbs., 2 oz. ~59th percentile; length: 32 1/2" ~84th percentile; head: 19 1/2" ~97th percentile; weight for length: ~55th percentile
Julia - weight: 21 lbs., 12 oz. ~29th percentile; length: 31" ~68th percentile; head: 18 1/2" ~78th percentile; weight for length: ~25th percentile

1 comment:

  1. They're so sweet! (I'm so glad my kids are older!)

    I LOVE LOVE LOVE your holiday card. You should teach a class that everyone who sends out newsletters should be required to take.