Sunday, April 13, 2014


We had our first smiles here a couple of weeks ago.  The first real, "I'm happy and want to show the world" smiles, not "this is either just gas or a completely random facial expression" smiles.

They are still a pretty rare occurrence, though (suddenly, a wild smile appears!).  I finally got some photographic evidence of their smiles at playtime, which apparently was extra-fun yesterday.  

Ok, this is admittedly not a smile.  It is a pretty cute Caden mouth, though.

Iterations of a Brooklyn smile.  And then we remembered that we had a tongue, which is our favorite part of our anatomy right now.

Caden is not impressed.

Or is he?

Those last two pictures make it look like Caden is some sort of massive chubs, which he is absolutely not.  Weird angle?  In fact I'm really curious to go to their next doctor appointment.  I would not be surprised if Brooklyn outweighs him by a good pound.  Girl can eat.

The best part of their smiles is when they are more purposeful.  Like when I went to get Brooklyn out of her bassinet yesterday and she broke into smiles once she saw me.  I'd like to think it was the mere sight of me that could cause such elation, but in her head she was probably thinking nothing more than, "Yes...FOOD!"  I'll take what I can get.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Life with Twins

There is nothing in this world quite like snuggling a baby.

Although yesterday I would not have said that.  Yesterday-a day even with my mom's help-was nightmarish.  If one baby wasn't crying to be held, the other one was.  They were awake constantly.  My normally calm baby was fussy.  My fussy baby was even more fussy.  Spitting up (read: projectile vomiting) was a regular occurrence.  We were lucky if an outfit lasted five minutes.  Laundry piled up.  They wanted to nurse every hour (sometimes really, sometimes that's just what it felt like).  My mom and I-two grown women-could hardly handle their constant demands, along with doing enough laundry to stay afloat, having a chance to eat SOMETHING to keep our strength up, and taking the time to change our own clothes after being spit up on for the twelfth time.

And then today they were perfect angels.  Back on track with a schedule (at least as much as an almost-six-week-old has a schedule).  Naps happened.  Clean laundry became more than just a dream.  

Growth spurt?  An off-day?  The moon was in Aquarius?  April Fool's?  I'm not quite sure, but it's amazing how you survive one day just to tumble into the next, never quite knowing what might happen.  One day you can't wait to put a baby down for just FIVE MINUTES TO MYSELF PLEASE and the next you pick them up for a half-hour of snuggles just because they are cuddly and cute and adorable and because you can.

And really, how cute are they?  (Also, we haven't quite gotten the hang of hey-look-at-me-while-I'm-pointing-a-camera-at-you.)  A half hour of just-because snuggles?  Totally worth the fussy days.  Just remind me of that the next time one of those days rolls around...