5 months............

So today the little girls are five months old. I've written this post ten or so times and edited even more - it's just not coming out the way I want it but we'll go ahead anyway. As usual, free time isn't in huge surplus around here. So pardon the completely not-connected rambling this will turn into.

The "statistical" part:
They are both close to 15 lbs.
They have decided that "rolling over" is not the in-thing to do in terms of baby development.
They prefer oatmeal over rice cereal and bananas are just plain horrible.
They like to grab toys, love noises and flashing lights, and hate being alone.

Twinkle twinkle, little bat.................

Yes an odd line to throw in there, but at times it's seemed like a journey down the rabbit hole. Certainly a big surreal existence compared to a few years ago. (See what no sleep does to you? I caught myself the other night reciting Carroll's version when it played on the girls' CD.) We didn't know what to expect or even what to think at times. Having a child should be simple so we thought. I can honestly say that I wouldn't have believed it if someone had said the night hubby mentioned kids "here's what's going to happen: have a crazy year of ART to be successful at "your last shot for a while" but by the way you'll have twins."

Right.............

And yes if we hadn't gotten pregnant who knows what would have been. There was a conversation though last July that I needed / wanted a break and we had agreed to take an extended one had July's cycle not panned out. I often wonder if the lack of stress that cycle helped out in the end.

Anyway, to our little girls........

it's been the longest and quickest 5 months - a blur in a sense. We went to a friend's mom's birthday party and his month old, 10 pound baby was there. My first thought was how incredibly small he looked. Nevermind you both were half his size at one point. I'm glad the digital age of huge memory cards exists and there are literally hundreds of pictures at hand because I can barely remember, even though just months ago, the little tiny babies we once had.


You'll have to forgive me, as your mom, who still isn't used to that word, or using the term "father" in reference to that taller guy you see a lot. My mood, despite the efforts it took to get to this point, isn't great even still and somedays, it feels like I'm barely treading water. I don't miss the sleepless nights, as at least for me they haven't gone away, but in a sense I'd like to remember the first few months better than what I can. I do remember the night you came home and I didn't know how we'd ever manage. It was a thought that long stayed with me.

Despite my worries, my frustration, and feeling completely out of control, you've both done well. I'm sure the next few months might be rough at times, and even with my knowledge I should be grateful and I am) for two adorable and healthy little girls, I'll get frustrated. I can only apologize and hope you, and anyone else, understands that even a positive adjustment can be difficult here or there. One step at a time. But of course you can try rolling over before then.

(and yes your mom sometime ago was a very good writer........... those brain cells have long gone away. And if I were more awake I would try to make more sense out of my rambling. But that's okay considering your literary world is limited to such classics as "Moo, Baa, La la la.........")

The pic below is from your first week home. You were born during a thunderstorm, quite fitting considering your mom's status as a severe weather nut, and saw your first snow that weekend. Also saw your first NCAA basketball game on tv. I hope you like sports as your father is convinced you'll both be in the LPGA.

Sweet dreams, little (well not as much) girls.

Then




And now.........