Well, the twins are growing quickly. They are 8 weeks now! It took us that long to get organized to set up this blog. Hopefully we can keep it updated on their progress and Jonah’s progress as well. It is pretty crazy around here and I must say we couldn’t do it without the help of Grandmothers!
On Tuesday, Oct. 6th, they both smiled for the first time! We thought it funny that they both smiled on the same day; maybe it’s a twin thing. Elias starts out with an Elvis smile on one side then works his way up (I have not actually seen this yet) and Bebe just goes for it and opens her mouth really wide. You will see many many more examples of how these two are NOTHING alike and actually do not even seem related, much less twins.
They are both cooing and focusing a lot more. Bebe loves the TV and Elias likes fans. Bebe continues to be much more self sufficient, crying only when she needs something (ie, poopie changed, hungry or hot). Elias likes personal attention all the time. He likes to be held a certain way, he likes to be outside and he wants his paci held in his mouth for him. If all that is satisfied then he is manageable :)
They are still nursing very well and take very little formula, which is good because it apparently constipates them pretty badly. There is absolutely no nursing schedule regardless of my tireless attempts to put them on a three hour schedule. “It does get better,” is the one thing that I hear over and over from other twin mothers. I just keep repeating that to myself.
Jonah is less than impressed with these two screaming babies and has asked me a number of times to “put them away.” At least he uses good maners and says “Please.” Although he has actually landed a few good blows (mostly on Bebe) no one has ended up at the doctor yet. We try to keep everyone separated at all times.
So, to wrap it up, we are all well, tired and amused. Humor is our drug of choice right now and has served us well. What else can you do but laugh when you have been peed on by three different people in 30 mins and walk in to find your mattress covered in marker while your son yells from the other room, “I in the rocking chair with no pants!”
