Felicia
By the sixth month, my condo no longer felt like a peaceful home. It had become a chaotic playground full of six energetic, crawling babies.
I could barely sit down for five minutes without hearing the patter of little hands and knees across the floor. The boys were the fastest. Kai led the charge, crawling like he was racing someone. Kian followed close behind, always trying to copy his brother. Kade was the most mischievous — he loved crawling under the coffee table and knocking things over with a proud squeal.
The girls were no calmer. Kira crawled with determination, heading straight for anything shiny. Kaia liked to follow her brothers and copy everything they did. And Kyra, my peaceful one, crawled more slowly but always ended up in the middle of whatever trouble her sibli
