The boys played in their sandbox yesterday evening, while I was weeding the nearby flower beds. They had a great time. Nick started climbing in and out on his own, which is a bit of a feat, since one must climb over a row of large rocks to get to the sandbox. He was having fun climbing on the rocks. So Ben decided it looked like fun and he wanted to try too. He is not quite as physically coordinated yet so it was a bit harder for him. He fell a couple of times and I had to go help him up. They played in their little pool after the sandbox and were climbing in and out of that too.
They are just so in to climbing everything now and especially wanting to try to climb up and down stairs upright, like adults do. They are very close to being able to do this. They can go up but down is a bit scary. If we had a stair rail they could reach, I think they could do it. Nick can now open most doors in the house but not the ones that go outside, thankfully. Although I am happy that he is hitting these physical milestones on track, I find this accomplishment somewhat annoying:).
It's hard to believe Ben will be 2 years old in September. Wow, time flies by so fast. I didn't think this the first couple of months they were home but now I feel it.
We left them in their nursery class again at church on Sunday. Nick cried for a few minutes. We stood around the corner and listened for a few minutes and he stopped before too long. The caregivers said both the boys had fun playing and did fine while we were gone. They did not cry when we picked them up but were happy to see us. Nick saw me first and ran towards the door saying "momma momma". When Ben saw me, he got a huge smile on his face and then looked past me, wondering where his daddy was. It was cute.
They are both still eating really well and they eat just about anything. I keep waiting and wondering when this will change. I'm expecting it sometime within the next 6 months or so. We'll see.
They are using words more and more to ask for things, rather than whining. Yesterday, Ben wanted something that he could not reach in the toy basket. He came over to me and said "mama, pweeeze", with a big grin on his face. It was the first time that he remembered to do this totally on this own. That is a very rewarding experience. I love to hear them talk. Sometimes, when Nick wakes up first, I'll hear him over the baby monitor, singing in his crib. There are not recognizable words but he is definitely singing and it sounds so sweet.