Mae's Day

So, Mom says we're supposed to start keeping a blog because it's just what people to these days. I'm five whole months old and, until today, it's not what I did, so I'm not sure Mom's right, but she IS Mom, so I guess I can't argue.

I'm Mae. I'm five months old and I have a twin sister. At first I didn't know that was weird, but every time we go out people make such a fuss over us and lately I've been noticing that all the other babies we run in to at the stores and park are by themselves, or with an older kid. And everyone always asks Mom if we're twins, so I guess if people have to ask, it mustn't be that common. To me it is. Eve's been with me since forever. I can't even think of a time when she wasn't right there with me.

Fortunately I like her. A lot. She's silly. She bigger than I am, which I don't quite think is fair, since I was a whole pound bigger than her when we were born and now she's more than a pound bigger than me, but she doesn't move as much as I do, so I guess that's why.

She also eats more. She's kind of a pig about it, actually. Last night, Daddy tried giving her applesauce and guess what?! she ate it! Mom tried doing the same thing to me, but nu-uh. I'm not falling for that. It's too much work. Bottles are easy, I can even hold it up by myself. Eve can't do that.

But I do still like her a lot. She laughs at me when I sneeze or cough, which makes me forget that I don't like doing those things, and in the morning before Mom comes to get us out of the crib she listens to me tell her about my dreams. She never interrupts.

I can't really think of anything else right now, so I guess that'll be it. This blogging thing isn't all bad, I guess. But I will make Eve write next time.