The twins like to wake up really early. Sometimes they just hang out until Emilie gets them and sometimes they just go back to sleep for a few. We generally try not to get them out of bed until about 7a so that they don't get too comfortable with getting up at 5 or 6 in the morning. Last week Emilie was out walking and Jaxon was crying. It was about 6:30a so I let him fuss. After about 5 or 10 minutes of crying I went in to make sure he was okay only to find that his bed and face were covered with blood. He had a bloody nose, presumably caused because of the dry climate. Of course, I felt awful that I ignored him for as long as I did. This was the first bloody nose we had to deal with. He continued to bleed a little bit all day and we had to put a humidifier in his room when he went to bed.

You may remember that a while back Jaxon had begun to surpass Mason in the teeth area. Jaxon was slow to start, but once he got going he turned into an animal - literally! The last time we checked he had 9 teeth. Mason now has three and the top teeth are looking like they could be coming in soon. It's hard to imagine was it looks like when a little baby has so many teeth so I figured I better provide a picture.

Chase has a new thing that could be annoying if it wasn't so hilarious. Any time you touch him he says, "Hey! That hurt!" Throwing a blanket or pillow at him will initiate this response, as will softly hitting his shoulder or poking his arm. I definitely need to try to capture this reaction on video or audio because it's funny. Not that we want to "hurt" him for our amusement, but if he wants to be funny about it then he deserves it.

It's been interesting to see the personality changes in the babies. Mason used to hate going to bed, but now willingly goes into his crib without any fussing. Even if he doesn't go to sleep he typically just hangs-out until he falls asleep. Jaxon, on the other hand, hates going to bed. Laying him in his crib is a sure way to turn Jaxon into a human siren. He used to be fine in bed and Mason used to hate bed. Now it's the other way around. Fortunately, they sleep surprisingly well through each other's fits.

Still no crawling. They can both get on their hands and knees, but they won't crawl. Mason's poor arm is always red and chapped from scooting around. They'll be crawling any day now. Or else.