Rhiannon turned 3 months on Friday and it's been a big month for her. Besides her first car accident and her first laugh, she has also figured out how to grab things, talks quite a bit more, and is definitely a mover. We never strapped Joaquin into anything because he never moved enough to worry about it. The other night, I left Rhiannon in her chair (which rocks) and she had rocked herself down so only her shoulders and head remained on the chair. She can also lift her head and shoulders from a lying down position. She's also begun teething...or at least sucking...all the time.
Joaquin's speech continues to grow with leaps and bounds; he is such a great communicator. His favorite colors are blue, green, and pink and he is obsessed with all things construction. He can tell you a backhoe from an excavator to a digger and, right now, he wants a street sweeper for Christmas.
My favorite thing between them right now happens when Rhiannon is upset. Joaquin will come to her in a super syrupy voice and say, "Aw, what's wrong baby girl? Nothing?" The sing-songey tone he uses to say nothing is hilarious.
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