A month had passed since they were born.
They were already trying to sit up and holding their heads up on their own.
During this time, a lot of toys appeared at home. Different shapes, sizes, soft and hard. You name it, we had it.
Aurora came by.
When she took Art in her arms, it seemed to me that just a little bit more—and she would simply crush him. But Art, instead of being afraid, grabbed her by the hair and started chewing on it.
Aurora said then that he was the spitting image of me.
Naya was developing faster than Art.
When guests arrived, the children cried very hard. Well, how should I put it—first Naya cried, and then Art followed. It seems Art repeated a lot of things after Naya in general.
Three months passed.
Naya was already crawling all over the floor and pulling everything she came across into her mouth. Now we tried to pick things up from the floor more often.
Art tried his absolute best to keep up with his sister.
Already the fourth month.
They are growing so fast.
All day they whined now and then because they started teething. Fortunately, I knew what to do about this. I was an expert in this. I made them rubber toys that were nice to chew on, and also a lot of soft bones.
Recently the children were playing outside. Crawling through the field on their own.
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Naya even ate a bug. Looked away for a second. Art ate some dirt.
Their laugh is something else. Every time I hear their childish "agoo", "gaga", I want to hug them so hard that all their bones break, but I hold myself back.
It's hard.
Their skulls are so... you just want to flick them, and they'll crack.
What am I talking about?
Mira is a salvation for Alastia. She often drops by and watches the kids.
It's not to say that the children are an outright burden for Alastia. They just exhaust her.
Even though Alastia sleeps for four to five hours, it's enough for her. But right now she still needs to recover anyway.
Already the seventh month. End of summer.
I don't even know what to say. The children are almost eating solid food on their own.
Naya is already walking. Holding onto something for now, but sometimes she stands quite confidently on her own.
For some reason, Art lives by a single impulse—to repeat everything after Naya.
Naya is chewing on something—Art also urgently needs to shove something in his mouth.
For some reason, when I laugh, the children also laugh. It unnerves me.
They have almost learned to speak. Well, almost. Their "da" has become a very convenient and versatile word.
You show them something interesting—and immediately: "Da da da da da!" And they reach out their little hands.
Alastia met the neighbors and someone else. They also have children. We often go to their place or they come to ours. Their children are a couple of months, some half a year, some a year older than ours. And for some reason, everyone is drawn to Art and Naya because of their green hair.
When adults take Naya in their arms, for some reason she often cries.
Art plays mostly only with his sister. Why—is still unclear. While they are so little, a lot of things are unclear in general.
It's already autumn.
My own hair turned green, just like my eyes.
Now it's possible to play with the children for real. They understand what "peek-a-boo" is.
Their first word was "mama". And then almost immediately—"papa".
Alastia was very happy then.
A little bit more—and they will turn one year old.
Alastia often says that time seems to go too fast.
Also, Naya and Art really love it when I play 'birds' with them. I put them on their stomachs on my foot or my palm, however it works out, and lift them into the air. They like it a lot.
For some reason, even more than regular levitation. They especially like the moments when I pretend that they are about to fall.
The children also really like climbing the mountain. At the slightest opportunity—they immediately crawl up. So far, they haven't reached the very top a single time.
We often have a picnic right where they stop. Or more accurately—after a couple of meters of their crawling.