Drake has four teeth now. FOUR. Two on bottom and two on top. Britta has two teeth. Jack has bumpy gums.
They are making all kinds of jokes now. We took them on their first trip (a five hour drive to Utah) and they did wonderfully. It was still stressful and exhausting (I hate to think how it would have been if they would have all freaked out), but I'm so glad we went. We had a nice time visiting with family and it's good to know we can do this.
When the babies hit six months, it felt like such a milestone. We actually survived a whole half-year (survived may sound melodramatic, but it really does feel like you could go under - at least mentally - when there is so much that has to be done and so much energy needed to do it all). In another six months, these kiddos are going to be on their way to walking and talking and moving beyond this baby stuff. I'm not in any rush to say goodbye to the baby phase. I feel like I know how to do three babies. Three toddlers? I'm not so sure. But, I'm just taking it one day at a time. I'm trusting in the fact that anything you do every day gets easier.