Old age is just around the corner...

Last week, the twins turned 11 months.  ELEVEN MONTHS!!!  This is crazy.  Like seriously crazy.  The days of tiny cuddly newborns have passed by in a flash.  Now I have 2 toddlers.  Hazel is a full fledged walker, she doesn't waste time crawling around.  Zeke is the fastest crawler I have ever seen.  Its ridiculous, he is starting to be interested in walking/standing on his own, but since he gets from A to B in a flash by crawling, he has no use for it.  They are eating solids like champs, love to eat rice, avocados, bananas, and any kind of crunchy they can get their grubby little hands on.  Sometimes that means rocks and/or woodchips, but we so far have been successful in getting it out of their hands or mouth before swallowing.  Its a whirlwind of chaos here.  I would say I used to have a clean and organized house before, but we all know that is a dirty, dirty lie.  Enjoy!

That's right.  11 months. 

This is Hazel's version of Jazz hands

 

And now, with the pink beret...cause what little girl doesn't need a pink beret?

One of the FEW pics we have ever gotten of him standing.  He's a fast lil stinker.

And to close, this is what happens when you climb on things you know you are not supposed to . Ouch.

On a side note, I need to plan their first birthday party as it is just around the corner.  Any ideas?  Anyone want to come?  There will be a pool involved.

Easter is Awesome.

So, even though I know what the real meaning of Easter is, the babies really don't give a crap about that kind of stuff yet.  In fact, if they sat still for more than 5 minutes at church, it would be a miracle.  So, I figured what they WOULD enjoy, would be the Easter bunny stuff.  So Jake and I had a pretty good time getting that ready.  We dyed the eggs, got the baskets, etc.  The nice part of having so many sisters, is that I have a ridiculous amount of hand-me-down clothes, especially for Hazel.  So I was just able to pull something out for their Easter outfits.  And they looked cute.  So here is a montage of Our Easter.  Enjoy!

Hazel is loving her new wagon.  Since she can walk and Zeke can't, we figured it would be cute for her to pull it around with her toys.  But she doesn't.  See below.

Zeke pretty much bangs on everything, the fridge, the walls, the couch, his sisters head, so we got him a drum.  It came with all sorts of instruments. All of which, he likes to hit Hazel on the head with.

Zeke just wants to make sure Hazel knows that all of the gifts from the Easter bunny are his.

And this is what they like to do with the wagon.  Perfect.

I would like to say that they "found" the eggs, but really they picked up the same eggs over and over, and made sure to suck on it.  But what did I really expect from a couple of almost 11 month olds?

This egg is MINE!

Zeke in his handsome Easter outfit

Hazel in her hand-me-down dress.  Very cute.

Happy Easter from Zeke and Hazel!

The lack of a second nap...

Leads to this:

Last week...

Tonight mid dinner.

So tired.  So, so tired.

And one of a ridiculously messy Hazel, just for fun.

hazel walking

More good times...

It has been a busy few weeks here at the Powell home.  Nothing spectacularly amazing, we put in sod in our backyard, got into 2 car accidents, Zeke got a haircut (boo-hoo!) and Jake got a new job.  So yeah, been a little busy.  Here is a photo update of the last few weeks of the life of Zeke and Hazel.

Pure Zeke cuteness at the beach

Pretty much most of my time is spent preventing Hazel from eating sand and sticking rocks in her mouth...Awesome.

So, I begrudgingly gave Zeke a haircut.  I didn't want to, but after the last round of people thinking Zeke was a girl, I caved.  Here is a pic that is a few weeks old, showing the before a bit.  Notice the longer beautiful baby locks of hair and slight curl...

And now he's a little boy.  No more baby hair.  I actually cried a little.  We didn't mean to cut it so short, we started out trying for "just a trim," and it worked out well for the back and sides.  However, when we tried to cut the front, he jerked his head.  Which gave him a baby mullet.  Not cute.  Not cute at all.  Which meant we had to bust out the clippers.  Trying to to cut a baby's hair is like herding cats.  I don't know how any of you do it.

Playing on our newly sodded (is that a word?) backyard.  Like our ghetto fence?

Clearly, Zeke is excited.