For the Super Bowl, we went over to a neighbor's house who has a pair of six month old twins. We had a nice time, but Lora and I got to watch very little of the game. You would not have noticed that Presley was there, but Paxten was all over the place and more than made up for it. She is like a tornado right now. She was picking up floor liners, pouring coke cans on tables, throwing chips, running from us to get upstairs, which was off limits, etc. Lora and I think she officially started her "terrible twos" last week, but maybe it has been because she's been a little under the weather. Whatever the reason, she has been wearing us out. At one point while we were at the party, I looked up and Paxten had grabbed the twins' pacifiers and stuck both of them in her mouth. It was funny, and I felt a little less bad about it when the twins' mommy, who I thought would be upset, just said, "It's okay. I can wash them." Like water off a ducks back. Maybe Lora and I need to take that philosophy with Paxten right now. I love my little fireball.
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