Steven here. A few videos to tide you over.

This is very much what I imagine it sounds like when angels weep.

Braxton's got the basic concept down, but he's not so great with the putting of the hands in the gloves. Caleb? Well, he'll try to hit you with just about anything. (Notice at the :20 second mark when he tries to clunk mama in the head with that terribly annoying rolling-clicking thig.) He's more of a use-your-surroundings type of fighter. A young Jackie Chan, if you will.

They're watching the beginning of Cars here, and there are three things I'd like to point out: (1) Caleb's socks, which are, in case you didn't notice, not of the same pair, (2) Braxton's socks, and (3) Larami's 1984 San Antonio Spurs sweater. I'm fairly confident that that sweater has belonged to at least eight other people. (But it's never looked better, I assure you.)

They almost -almost- get off the floor, which means they're already jumping higher than their Uncle Chaz.

Look at those winning smiles.

Little devils, little men

Here are a couple of pictures of the boys in case you guys forgot what they looked like. They're getting way too big, way too fast.

Caleb


Braxton...and I have no idea what those tetris blocks are on the corners of this picture. Kind of creepy.

Enjoy your day!

Christmas pictures as promised.

I read this on another twin mom's blog and I think she pretty much nailed it.

The rules of a toddler

If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is not food, it must be tasted.
If it IS food, it must not be tasted.
If it is a liquid, it must be spilled.
If it is a solid, it must be thrown.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is shelved, it must be removed.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried.
If Mommy wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is a car seat, it must be protested with arched back.
If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.
And finally the defining trifecta:
If it is yours it must be mine.
If it ever was mine, it must still be mine.
If it looks like something that was once mine, it must be mine.

Have a great day!

Just a couple of pictures. And I promise I haven't forgotten to post Christmas pictures- there are just so many to sort through!