It's inevitable. The twin's are growing too quickly. It's aching my heart. I try to put it out of my mind, and then I have the ever so smallest big toe staring me in the face to remind me.
This would be Charles's toe.
Clyde's favorite crawling destination is under the table. He loves hanging out there. The chair/table legs have become the ideal teething toy too. How will I ever say no to that face?