Double the Madness

I naively thought the probability of having two active kids was low. I was expecting gentle, demure. And for the first three months, Baby C seemed to display genteel characteristics. She didn't cry as loud as her brother. She would lie contentedly in my arms, with a lover's gaze. Until ......

She learnt to roll over, crawl, sit, pull herself up to a standing position. She discovered a whole new world of possibilities and was no longer the cooing newborn.

I suspect she's an adrenaline junkie. She loves to be thrown in the air. Likes to climb and pounce. Enjoys the sudden jolt of falling backwards. Her latest stunt involves the sudden arching of her back, the flinging of her body to fall "splat" onto her back. This she does with squeals of delight!

At eight months old, she knows how to play catch with her brother. When E approaches her with an "evil" glint in his eye, she makes her escape by crawling away, big smile on her face, obviously relishing the excitement. She's already undeniably active now, I wonder what it'll be like when she finds out her legs can bring her places. Sheer ecstasy. For her. Sheer exhaustion. For me.

Two kiddos who love action. Double the madness. Double the fun. Bring it on!!

My little trooper attempting a forward lunge over the bar. She did succeed after hanging precariously over the bar before finally toppling over.