Today marks the day that the twins have been outside just as many weeks as they were inside: 38.
lot easier to carry on the outside than on the inside. My lower back is much happier now! And you should see my arms! Woo! Slow resistance training! It also helps to carry them both around, so that you have a balanced workout.
They are very sweet, funny and fun to watch (Unless you're trying to get something done, then there's the crying!). They're mobile and making lots of interesting noises ("Mom! Mom! Mom!" says Emma.) and doing lots of interesting/dangerous/acrobatic things. They eat regular food, like the rest of us, just cut a whole lot smaller.
Except for the usual suspects, of course. No honey. No nuts. No peanut butter or chocolate. They're still nursing, but they also like their diluted apple juice in a sippy cup.
They love their big sister, even if she's sometimes a little mean to them. They adore their mom and dad, even when we put them down for naps (Oh the humanity!). Logan is still the first one to flirt with strangers, while Emma watches carefully. They both get worried if someone they don't recognize picks them up until they're ready to be picked up and comfortable around them (Sorry Grammy!). The kitties excite them and put up with being grabbed at for the most part.
They, however, would likely complain about the fact that now they have wants and needs that aren't immediately filled. Hungry? Tired? Cold? Lonely? Wet/Poopy? All of these are sensations that I cruelly imposed on them by evicting them from the womb. And what is all of this "waiting their turn" crap?! They want their mommy NOW!, not once that other baby is done. Life is tough and twins...twins gotta get used to crying.
Although, truth be told, Emma might admit to enjoying a decided lack of being kicked in the head.
some puking (Glad that stage is over!).
Still waiting for uninterrupted sleep, though. One day. We'll get there one day.