All four babies can roll over; in fact, it's Zachary favored mode of transportation. Why crawl, when you can roll?
All four babies can sit up unassisted, although it's still not Thomas' best skill. He gets better at it every day!
All four babies can hold their own bottle to drink, although I only make them do it if I'm the only one around to feed them, and they have to truly be hungry or they just wiggle and look around and drop the bottle on the floor a lot. This is not a problem with Thomas as he is ALWAYS hungry! Reagan, on the other hand, sometimes just wants to chew on the nipple.
All four babies know their name. If you say a name, that baby will look at you, as long as what he or she is currently doing is not more interesting than whatever you could be offering!
All four babies can pick up and feed themselves Cheerios, fruit puffs, and wagon wheels. These are the only finger foods we've had so far, and probably will be for a little while yet. Reagan is especially good at it. She easily picks up a Cheerio with her thumb and forefinger and just pops it in her mouth! Thomas is good at leaning way over to steal uneaten Cheerios off of Reagan's tray.
We have a total of 9 teeth: 4 for Reagan, 3 for Jonathan, and 2 for Zachary. Thomas has no teeth yet, although we know they exist because we've seen them in his x-rays! Very weird!
The kids have bottles 4 times a day, for a total of 16 bottles and over 100 ounces of formula.
We go through, on average, 15-20 diapers a day, sometimes more, rarely less.
No one is crawling, but they are making efforts. Thomas is trying especially hard to figure it out. He can get up on all fours and move his legs, but hasn't figured put how to move his arms, so his little bottom just goes straight up in the air, and then he usually falls over. We've bought a gate for the playroom door, so we're ready whenever he figures it out!
Zachary and Reagan can both say dada, although it's just sort of in general, not directed specifically towards Jim. Reagan makes a very mama-ish noise, usually in conjunction with crying or whining or complaining. I'm not ready to count it until it sounds as happy as her dada sound.
Zachary has learned to clap and does so frequently, looking around for you to clap along and say, "Yea!!!"
Zachary is also in the beginning stages of pulling up. If you give him your hands to hold onto, he will pull himself to a standing position from a sitting one without any pulling from you. He has not yet transferred this skill to pull up on anything else.