The twins are over fourteen months old now. They walk everywhere. Maddie even runs! They have quite a few words in both Spanish and English. They understand more and more of what they hear every day. They eat the same food that I eat, and they only drink from a bottle right before bed.
They really aren't babies anymore.
And yet, over the weekend, we went to a birthday party for a three-year-old. One of the guests was a little girl who is three weeks older than the twins. She, too, walks and talks and eats grown-up food. She's the same height as the twins and was interested in the same toys and activities.
But if I'd seen her out and about with her parents, I would have guessed that she was months older than Maddie and Riley.
It's so hard for me to adjust to the fact that they are so quickly moving beyond babyhood. I celebrate each step they make as they grow up, and I don't feel particularly nostalgic about leaving the baby stage behind. It's a mental disconnect. I used to be able to reliably identify babies of the twins' age when I was out and about; now I often think that kids just under a year are the same age as mine. In my mind, I stopped aging when I was around 30. For the twins, I've stopped aging them at about ten months. I wonder when I'll make the leap?
Here they are, in all their glory: Toddler Maddie and Toddler Riley.