Two months old

Yesterday marked two months since the twins made their big debut into the world. You can see how excited they were about the occasion.


They celebrated by staring at the toys dangling from their play mat...


...and laying on their tummies.


According to the pediatrician at their well baby visits today, they are both doing great. Much to my surprise, they weigh nearly the same now -- Twin A at 11 lbs 13 oz (55th percentile) and Peanut at 11 lbs 10 oz (50th percentile). However, they are built very differently, with Twin A being 1 1/2 inches longer and having a head circumference in the 75th percentile while Peanut's head is in the 25th percentile. Overall the doctor was very pleased with their sizes and development. They haven't had any formula supplementation in a month now, so I am pretty proud of the old girls for stepping up to the challenge of feeding twins. I still have tons of extra pudge at my waist and can't fit into my pre-pregnancy pants, but at least I'm filling out a respectable bra size. The only concern at the appointment was that Twin A is developing a flat spot on his head because he always lays tilted the same way. We will need to work on keeping his head round, or he'll end up in one of those baby helmets for a few months. Hopefully we can avoid that!



Not too much in the way of other updates. Some things like breastfeeding and sleeping are getting a bit easier, but now the twins are awake more during the day so getting anything done is impossible. My Mom and I have just enough hands to care for all three munchkins if we juggle properly, we are lucky if we accomplish more than showering and scarfing a bowl of cereal.

Speaking of my parents, no news on the sale of their home. Plenty of interest and second showings, but things are slow in the market. Their house hunt here is on hold until they are under contract in Michigan, so they have stepped away from the search. Hopefully soon we'll get word! (Just for their sake. This arrangement is working for me just fine.)

And now, more pictures!

Bean hopped on his "chicken stand" -- aka the kitchen stand -- to help give little "Gax" a bath. (Poor Peanut suffers the indignity of this nickname around our house, as Bean struggles to pronounce his brother's given name. At least Bean is attempting to say it at all now, as for weeks both twins were simply called by Twin A's name.)



The other hero (besides my Mom) in caring for the twins is my Dad. He not only adores the munchkins, but he has the patience of Job in caring for them when they are fussy, whether it's 4 pm or 4 am.


It's not just the twins who benefit from Grandpa's presence in the household. We went to the giant inflatable-house place, and having "Bumpa" there gave Bean the courage to actually bounce with the other kids this time -- and go down the giant slide. Wheeeeeee!



On Saturday, we took advantage of gorgeous weather and headed to a lakefront park. There happened to be a t-ball league playing that day, and 3- and 4-year-olds in coordinating shirts were everywhere. I smiled at the glimpse into the future: Bean wailing on first base because he got tagged out, Twin A tugging on my pantleg and whining to go home nooooooow, and Peanut racing at full speed in the opposite direction of the field with a large stick in his hand. It's going to be glorious!


(Note the sword in Bean's hand. He saw it at Target and asked what it was. He was apparently not satisfied with my answer, because he immediately pointed it downward and started using it like a leaf blower, complete with sound effects. Some kids pretend to be a brave knight; mine pretends to be a gardener.) (Oh, and also? He's worn that Toy Story shirt every day for the past two weeks. So much for the cute summer shirts I got on clearance at Gymboree. *sigh* But I don't mind because at least he's happy. Or that's what I keep telling myself.)



Peaceful moments are rare for us right now and must be savored.



And here is an Evey picture for my Mom's friend Lynnie. (I do take requests!) The pooch and I used to fight over this chair -- she would sit on the back of it 25 times a day and I would shoo her off 25 times. If she heard me coming down the stairs, she'd quickly jump down and then look up at me like, "What's your problem?" when I glared at her. But since the boys were born, who has the energy to police the furniture? She doesn't move a muscle when I come down the stairs and then looks at me like, "What are you going to do? Nothing? Yeah, that's what I thought." The chair is now permanently warped, and the dog has a custom designed $450 dog bed.