Arlo, the younger one, seems to be developing faster. He isn't quite walking yet, but he's figuring it out. He'll take a basket and push it around in front of him like a walker, and walk around the house like a li'l old granny lady. It's pretty cute.
Liam's older but hasn't gotten walking down. He hasn't got much of anything down; he seems perfectly content to just lie on his back and do nothing all day. But he's got a huge smile and just might be the happiest baby ever. He's bigger, too. He's got a HUGE head. Seanie says I can't refer to him as the fat one, but that's what I think when I see him. But I played with him more than Arlo today, because Arlo would start crying every time I got near him. Little jerk.
Here's a picture of them, at about eight months old:
Arlo, Liam
And here's a picture from today that proves that I did, in fact, hold a baby.
