The girls are walking more than crawling now. They have started mothering their baby doll. When they are in their car seats, they will sometimes reach out and hold each others hand and giggle at each other. They can reach to climb onto the couch now.
Amelia is very verbal. She likes copy what I say. She imitates sounds--anything she hears--and likes to make up her own streams of gibberish. She also loves to sing along whenever there is music.
Friday was Mike's Birthday. I bought him a cheesecake and "took him" to dinner at Razoo's (Cajun food for non-locals). The batter fried green beans were good. Mike had the gator tail (not a catchy non-descriptive name like buffalo wings, but literal gator tail) because that is his favorite, and the only place to really get it. Steve and Lori (old friends from Mike's Colorado days) joined us for that and gave Mike an iTunes gift card--very nice.
After that, Mike picked up Mikey and Steve and Lori came over to our place for a bit to play Rock Band. The newbs held their own very well. We had to call it off before too long, though because I was singing too loud and the babies couldn't sleep in those conditions. They had come over earlier in the week to eat dinner with us as well. It is really nice to have friends around.
The next morning I woke Mike to tell him that his parents were on the way to AZ to be with his youngest brother Max, who had been discovered on the roadside, not breathing after a motorcycle accident. The paramedics revived him, but he has been in a coma all along. They took him into surgery and removed some skull to relieve the pressure on the swelling brain. I just now got the message that his MRI shows a lot of blood clots. The doctor is not hopeful, but hope is all we have.
I am trying not to get wrapped up in future possibilities, but that means holding our breath and living moment to moment. Not knowing is the hardest part. Pray for all of us to have the strength to accept Heavenly Father's will, and that His will might include some level of recovery.
