Oh, who are Frick and Frack you ask? They are my daughters, previously known as Lilly and Diana. The phrase "Frick and Frack" means two people so closely associated as to be indistinguishable.
Uh, ya think? They really are one person divided into two adorable, whiny, scrumptiously delicious, moody, cuddly, devilish, I-want-to-squeeze-your-cheeks-off bodies. For example in this video, is there anything that one did that the other did not mimic, or that they didn't do simultaneously?
I know for a fact that if my dad were alive, these two beings I produced would never be called anything other than Frick and Frack. I can just hear my dad kind of scratching his head, rolling his shoulders back, and saying, "Lauren, what are Frick and Frack up to now??" With a giant adoring grandpa'ish grin on his face.
In other news, the girls are now 18 months old!!! Here is all we learned during our appointment:
When we actually met with our new pediatrician, we spent about an hour covering each girl's past 18 months of life and beyond, including pregnancy, birth, Diana's infection, and general health. We then finally got to the 'now' and were told that the girls can switch from whole milk to 2% (or even skim for these little chunky monkeys!) and that they are perfectly healthy in weight/height. Lil is 75% for weight, 50% for height, and Di is 50/50.
We feel that the girls are a tad behind on expressing themselves verbally, and our pediatrician told us that this is very common in twins. They talk to each other all the time, but as far as actual words, there are only a few they use repeatedly.....bye bye, hi, mommy, please, ball. They get frustrated A LOT when they look at us begging for something but we have no idea what they are asking. It is causing lots and lots and lots (have I made it clear "lots") of tantrums lately. I keep telling myself "it's just a stage", then pour a glass of wine and move on.
Dryer is done and actually Frick and Frack have been moaning in their cribs for 10 min. now.
I leave you with some pics!
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| The girls drag their Potterybarn chairs around like they are their blankies. So bizarre. And they fight with them like they are swords! |
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| Di playing hide n' seek at Home Depot. |
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| Taking a nap on sister Reagan's bed. |
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| Being very good in their carts at Home Depot. |
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| Lilly climbed herself to the top of the tunnel at MCD's, but could not/would not find her way back down. Guess who had to come to her rescue?? One word......gross. |
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| Lilly is sooo over Home Depot. |
