Things are looking up.

These last couple of weeks have been pretty exhausting. I was sick, again, both babies had their first colds, Jackson cut his first tooth, they've perfected sitting and we've had PT once each week. Add turning ten months,  our last RSV shots, gaining one pound each and the screaming phase and you've got our entire month of March.

Luckily we are getting more spring-like weather, higher temperatures and moving the screaming out of the house. Because Roger and Sara are who they are, we tried about ten things before they were ready to start telling the tomatoes "no" every time they screamed. Once we all started doing that, the progress was measurable and immediate. Both understand the word no as well as the word yes.

Napping has also hit a few rough patches. Sara asked for a limited period and I tried that for about three weeks. It worked, I'm lying, I was trying to come up with something positive but there's nothing positive about it. It didn't work at all. They'd each sleep 45 minutes and then cry/complain/play/scream until the set amount of time had passed and I'd get them up, crabby, exhausted and we'd all be frustrated. Finally last week I couldn't take it anymore. There is no point getting an exhausted baby out of bed, if they are tired they need sleep, I can't sleep for them thus they get the opportunity to sleep. Tabitha responded immediately. She regularly sleeps 75 to 90 minutes every morning. Jackson improved, started sleeping 45 minutes, instead of the 30 he'd been sleeping, and then, after awhile, another twenty minutes. This week he's doing a set 45, a lot of complaining, then another 45-60. It isn't ideal but it isn't something I can do for him. 

Physical therapy has really been on hyper drive. Both tomatoes rolled from their backs to their front this week. Each can hold a sitting position and without planning has put themselves into a sit from an all fours position. 

Tabitha has started mini-fits at random times. She just bursts out with a cranky-cry-fuss and waits to see if anything happens. No tears or anything. 

As far as their fits go, each has their own unique cry pattern. Tabitha gets angry and yells as if she's been deeply wronged. Jackson kind of whines and cries as if he's been deeply wounded. This is funny because I had a set of twins who were exactly like this, girl like Tabitha and boy like Jackson. They even looked a bit like the tomatoes back then with their huge chubby cheeks.