Wednesday, July 4, 2012

If Only I Could Tape This to My Front Door

Perfectly sums up how I feel towards those who show up to our house with the potential to be under the weather:

There's No Crying in Baseball!

In a recent conversation, I realized I hadn't thought to take a picture of the twins at one month old against an inanimate object to chart their growth.  I guess the hubbub of finally bringing them home from the NICU took precedence.  So when we hit the two month mark, I was determined to not forget.  I used this giant teddy bear we've had long enough that I don't remember how it happened to join our family.  I thought it'd be fun to have the twins sit in his arms and take a picture.  Ha!  These two squirm just as much as any baby, and trying to get them to hold still long enough was a pain.  Then when I finally got Laith to settle down, Vivienne started to fuss.  Alas, these are the shots I ended up with.  I have omitted the really silly looking ones; one in particular where Laith is bug eyed and I laugh hysterically each time I see it.  Vivienne was screaming her head off the entire time, but you can hardly tell in these pictures.



 Quite handsome in this shot and looking so much like his daddy.
 Bliss came towards the end.  All that crying pooped her out.

Then yesterday, during their first morning feed, I plopped both babies in Vivienne's cradle to drag out to the living room to tandem bottle feed.  They looked so cute squished next to each other I ran to get the camera and take a picture.  In classic fashion, Laith started sucking on Vivienne's fist, and she burst out into a series of gut-wrenching wails.  I hope this isn't the sign of a couple of siblings that don't do much getting along...maybe the double negative in this sentence will cancel itself out meaning they will be the best of friends.  Until then, Laith will keep chilling and Vivienne will keep wailing, with daddy in the background shouting "There's no crying in baseball!"