Max and Maggie are both at really fun ages right now. (Mind you, I am saying this less than 24 hours after literally telling my mother that since she wanted grandchildren so badly, she should now consider herself morally obligated to take on the care of their bloody-nosed, poopy, teething, crabby selves, but a good night's sleep does wonders for the outlook.) They are changing so much so quickly, and it has been amazing to watch their developmental milestones fly past.
Maggie is at that really responsive, happy, playful point in her babyhood. She plays several games now: peek-a-boo, chase, I-drop-stuff-and-you-get-it-for-me-and-I-drop-it-again-and-etc., and POUND, which is a game Maggie invented herself and which mainly consists of pounding on stuff with her baby fists. She also talks a little bit. For awhile, we wondered if we were imagining her speech, but multiple witnesses have agreed, so we can now report that Maggie can say the following words: "Mama", "Dada", "cat", "baby", and "done". She also does baby signs for "milk" and "more". She is still not a giant fan of the solid food, and will say "duh!" (done) and make the sign for "milk" repeatedly during solid food time, clamping her tiny lips determinedly shut against the spoon. Sometimes I kind of wish I had never taught her that sign.
Max, on the other hand, has been hard at work on his driver's permit, and hopes to be a fully licensed driver by his next birthday. He has dreams of driving the van to preschool in the fall, to impress his new classmates. I keep telling him that with the ever-increasing price of gas, this is unlikely, but he is nothing if not determined.