Solids!

Well, it's been awhile since I found time to update this thing! None of the kids are sleeping well these days and it's taking it's toll on everyone. The babies had their 6 month well-child visit on the 5th.


The good doctor declared them both healthy and perfect! E was pretty grumpy during the visit. She recently started exhibiting stranger awareness, making her wary of people she doesn't see often (her Bubbe), and she was not too keen on being examined and cried when the doc tried to take her from her daddy. M, on the other hand, spent the entire visit looking at the doc with a big, dimpled grin. His expression seemed to say, "Are you talking to me?! You're talking to me!" 

They did well with their shots. They both slept a lot that night. M seemed fine on Saturday, but E was rather grumpy. Difficult to say whether that was a byproduct of the shots, or simply because she's teething.

Oh, and M is getting his first tooth! The doc confirmed it. You can see the little white nubbin below his gums. Two of them now, actually. Neither has come through, but both the lower front ones are on their way. E has both of hers.

The babies had their first taste of solids the following day: a ripe banana! M was pretty excited, but E didn't know if she should bother with it. She cried a bit when I held it up for her to suck on, since she refused to hold it herself. We're letting her wait. She's tasted a bit more banana and some applesauce since then, but wasn't sold on either.

M LOVES solids! He now eats bananas, apples, pears, oatmeal, and sweet potato. He has yet to meet a solid food he didn't like. He constantly surprises me with how much he'll eat, even if he recently nursed. He doesn't even make the funny faces like E does, or like big brother Moo did when he was first starting on "real" food.

That's all the news for this week. I'll try to get some photos up soon.

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There's another baby??

Last night Elsa noticed we have another baby, another tiny person, in our house. The extent of the twins' interactions with one another is usually limited to accidentally whacking each other in the face with their arms. Sometimes they'll look at their sibling for a moment with the same vague interest given to a dangling toy (which is to say, they seem to be wondering, "What is this colorful thing? Can I get it in my mouth?").

This was different though. This was adorable.

 

Elsa spent the entire time they were on the floor together staring at Miles.When he cooed, she smiled and squealed back. Miles, of course, was fixated on the far wall or something located just over Elsa's shoulder. I can't wait until he notices her back!

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Nightime Confusion

We've had some rough nights recently because both babies have nasty colds. One baby has been sleeping with me most of each night. It's very uncomfortable. I don't know how other women bed-share with their babies. I keep waking up with a sore back.

Last night, or rather this morning around 4:00 AM, I was repeatedly roused from sleep by a baby thrashing around, latching on, and snacking. I kept trying to get away, but the baby would find me again. I had a vague idea that the baby needed to be moved somewhere else. The sidecar crib, perhaps. But there was a baby in the crib. I could see her. M was in the Boppy bouncy seat off Pete's side of the bed, so I couldn't put the baby there.

From then on it was all downhill as my powers of reasoning further deteriorated.

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Damn, how'd we get three babies? Have we always had three babies? I guess so.

*Slip back into dreamland*

Again?! She won't leave me alone! I have to move her somewhere. But there's nowhere to put her. No, wait, she's in the crib. So then who's this girl baby next to me? Oh shit, I can't remember my other daughter's name!

*Blessed unconsciousness*

She can't possibly be hungry again, this mystery baby. No... I only have ONE daughter... so confused...

*Ah, sweet, sweet sleep*

Okay, this baby really has to be dealt with. I was just starting to dream again. If I could move her... oh, her diaper is really fat in the front. She's probably uncomfortable. That's why she keeps trying to eat and is squirming around. And this has to be my daughter, because we only have two babies.

"Pete. Pete, E needs her diaper changed. It's really squishy. She keeps moving around; I think it's bothering her."

I sit up, scoop E up and hand her off to Pete, then fall back into the bed and immediately drift into the darkness. Seconds later (okay, minutes, but it sure seemed like seconds), Pete returns with the baby and asks, "Where do you want him?"

"Put her in the Boppy." Wait, why is he coming over here? "Put her in the Boppy! Oh...wait, is that M?!"

"Yeah."

Oh crap! I've been wrong this whole time. "Whoever the hell that is, put 'em in the Boppy!"

Not knowing what's going on at 4:00 in the morning makes me very grumpy.

Then I fell asleep and had a nice, long dream in which George Lucas was trying to kill me. With a gun. He was waiting outside the apartment I grew up in and said he was "very disappointed" in me. It was so unnerving that when I woke up, heart racing, I had to also wake Pete and have him reassure me. Then I had to go check on Moo to make sure he was okay, and that no plaid-shirted, grey-bearded men were lurking in my house.

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