When they weren't consorting with Hoosiers this past weekend, the girls were interacting with one another. They have started to elicit giggles and guffaws while watching each other's antics. A favorite pastime is snatching a pacifier out of a sister's mouth and then having it snatched back, all in good humor (neither, thankfully, has any concept of "Mine!" yet). Maggie was particularly amused when Bea appeared above her poised to pounce. Crawling remains elusive, but they are increasingly mobile, finding ever more creative ways to scootch across the floor. Bea now gets up on her hands and knees and even -- as shown in another black-clad pose -- on hands and feet. She does not quite drop and give us twenty as the pose might suggest, but can Charles Atlas-style self-improvement be far off? Following their afternoon of rigorous exercise, the girls tried out their new sweaters, hand-made by Aunt Mary and complete with the same dancing flowers as she designed for our wedding invitations, their birth announcements, and these hers-and-hers ceramic bowls. What an aunt!
