love her to pieces

poor sister

Last week we were driving home, Marlo in the middle of the backseat between the boys and Graham was crying with no end in sight.

Marlo said, "Can you plug this brother, mommy? Can you plug this mister brother please?"

Eight weeks

With Marlo out of town at her cousins' (thank you Amy, bless your heart) and Mark barely going in to work, you'd think I'd have a little time to post.

I don't know how much they weigh...I'd guess nine or ten pounds. They are in 0-3 month clothes now. (The top photo are the onesies you sent Aunt Di. Organic is better...soo soft) They are both cooing and smiling these days, so cute.

With eight weeks having passed, we should have feeding down better. They were on a schedule when they came home from the hospital, but as they've become more alert, it's kind of gone out the window. They just want to eat all the time and we can't remember who ate last and when...so we're giving them a bottle or I'm nursing till no one's crying. Then it's time to sleep/do laundry/wash dishes until someone starts crying again.

I'm not sure that it gets any easier, I think you just get used to it.

I ran into a woman yesterday who had triplets, as well as a fourth YOUNGER child. I was exhausted just looking at her but she was functioning normally, out in public and smiling and everything. There's hope for me yet.



Graham on left, Cash on right


Cash


Graham, looking quite concerned

good morning, sunshines

Graham


Cash



Yesterday when they woke up I brought the boys in bed with me and they were so sweet. I was talking to them and they'd smile over and over.

Marlo was all cozied up on the couch downstairs and even shared her mee with Graham. Then we had Mark's amazing blueberry pancakes. Definitely a good start.

bunny with carrot




funny egg guy

sorry

I don't have better pictures of the boys...maybe today I will get some. This is their new rig. Does anyone know of a side by side stroller that holds two infant seats?

Anyway, I think they're looking pretty big. And I tried new pacifiers but they wouldn't take them. They can have these till they're 15 if it keeps them from hollering at me.

Crazy is the new normal

The whole fam was in the car yesterday and I was complaining to Mark about how hard and crazy everything is right now.

He was saying that rather than focus on things being so challenging, to accept that it's the way things are for us right now. And he's right. Getting frustrated doesn't make it any easier. So crying babies, sleepless nights, constant bottle washing and endless laundry are just a part of our life right now.

Just then we looked over and saw this kid dancing at the bus stop. This is just a sampling of his sweet moves...he went on forever.

So next time I'm feeling overwhelmed, I'm going to remember the words of my husband...and the moves of this kid...and try not to take everything so seriously. Because crazy is the new normal.

home away from home

went to Legoland last night, all of us. She wants to go again today.