January

Gus is definitely two. He enjoys garbage trucks, going to the library, parties, singing, contradicting his parents, keeping his sister out of trouble, running "really fast," and he picks one song in the car that he wants to hear over and over again (Lauryn Hill's "Zion") and then he gets tired of it and selects a new song (Justin Bieber's "Baby Baby")(don't put him in a box).

Two words he consistently mispronounces are oatmeal ("eatmeal") and music ("muse-get")(yes, still, and I still love it). In the middle of a meal, he'll often grab my hand or Adam's and ask us to pray.

He runs to his sister's aid any time she cries cooing "Sweet girl! You're loved, Lucia! I love you so much!" Then he scales her crib and attempts to drag her out by her neck.

Luci is one tough cookie.

Baby girl had a big month: she perfected her sitting, crawling, and pulling up skills, and there's no stopping her now. She also found her voice and her pterodactyl shriek lets us know when she's excited about something.

Things she gets excited about include Kona, Kona's water bowl, mama (after an absence), and Gus when she's in the right mood.

Luci dislikes having her nose wiped, getting down the one step in our house (hint: her usual method involves falling), and being put in her crib.