Amidst the many food groups available and introduced to the boys these last few weeks, FREAKING PEAS take home the highest rating. Not just a "MMM, MMM give me more," its a HURRY UP! HURRY UP! GIVE ME MORE! like a crackhead. PEAS?!?!? Really? Oatmeal - Yum. Squash - Alright. Sweet Potatoes - Whatever. Avocado - yes please! Bananas - Shivers with a bit of gag reflex. Peas are met with screams and squeals like Andy at a Jonas Brothers concert... Meanwhile, the boys continue to do well sleeping, Ethan is up once in a while, but we seem to be headed in the right direction. 
The boys could care less about the Christmas tree - this is about the most attention they paid the tree this year as Andy cussed and yelled about the lights in knots as we decorated the tree. Christmas cheer was abound in the Hesse house this year...
The boys are officially spoiled by the Grandparents and Great Grandparents 
Our house is a wasteland of toys, bouncers, swings, jumperoos, highchairs and children's laundry... hopefully our families are not too disgusted by the third world living conditions the boys are surrounded with - however, hopefully any judgmental family member will realize it is their doing with the 946 buzzing, singing, flashing and moving toys purchased for the boys in the last month... Shawn can stick out his tongue, at all times, morning, night, while eating, while playing, while drooling, talking - we are not sure if he wants us to copy him or not, but the tongue has entertained him for about 6 days now... 
Ethan is a bully - he insists on touching his brother when next to him on the couch, stroller or high chair, however, during play time - poor shawn gets grabbed, pulled, poked, laid upon and punched. 
Shawn can put any object directly in his mouth - yet struggles with sweet potatoes... 
Grandpa Dave played with a singing, rolling, flashing, self propelled, vibrating ball the boys got for christmas - yes - toys do all those things these days... i guarantee i will break my ankle on the toy shown in this photo - either i will kick the 8 pound object through a window or a wall or roll my ankle in the middle of the night, and as i writhe in pain over the incident the woman's voice within the ball will ask, "Hey! Wanna play? ROLL ME! HAHAHA!" I hate that toy already, but of course, its the boys favorite...
The boys were moved out of their infant carriers a bit too late (shame on Kristi)... 
Ethan at 30 weeks old
Ethan at 2 weeks old 
Shawn at 30 weeks old
Shawn at 2 weeks old All in all, it was a great christmas - we are blessed by these two boys and can not imagine it any other way. The two of them are interacting with one another by staring, touching, holding and fighting already. Its an overwhelming feeling to realize how lucky we are to have the two of them, but even better to know that they have each other. We have come to realize our life is a series of FIREALARMS as the boys go from 0-60 within seconds, the sad and sobering reality is, they arent even moving yet. HERES TO 2009!
