Two Months and (Finding) Routine

These babies.

Lucy, two months. So smiley and social and chatty (cooing and squeeling).

Harry, not quite as happy (oh geez, the comparisons are starting already, poor things!) but getting there. And he's such a snuggler.

For some reason, I seem to have way more photos of Harry. Oh right, I happen to be holding him a lot more. Also, I think when he is happy? I want to document it.

Hard to believe they are more than two months old.

Harry's tummy troubles (knock wood) seem to be getting SO much better and he is way less fussy than he was even a week ago. It's still remarkable someone can spit up quite as much as he can and still gain weight, but he's just fine in that department (see below). He must go through five bibs and as many onesies in a day. As improved as he is, he is still one inconsolable guy, once he gets going, particularly in the car. Or the grocery store. Or during the older kids' bed time. You get the idea. Luckily Leo and Ellie are TROOPERS when it comes to the crying. Yesterday we had to drive my dad to the airport and hit traffic coming home. Harry wailed for thirty minutes. No singing, or talking or stroking of the forehead or pacifier would help. Meanwhile Leo and Ellie chatted in the way back of the mini van talking about "doctor dog" (don't ask) and snacked on cheese crackers.

Leo might just be the most loving, proud big brother ever.
He's always walking over to me when I'm with the babies posing and saying "cheese" (wanting me to take his picture with them).

The babies are still pretty small (tenth percentile for weight which our doctor said is just fine for twins). They seem positively gigantic (especially Harry) compared to how wee they were when they were born (and we all know they were huge for twins). But just to give you an idea of what we're accustomed to in the baby department around here? Lucy at two months still weighs less than what Ellie weighed when she was born. Ahem!

In other news, the babies (and the rest of us) hit Manhattan last weekend for brunch (in that photo we were enroute to meeting Erin and Leo). Indeed, we had to take two modes of transportation (Erin and Leo took the train into the City and yes, Leo's mind was pretty much blown by the train AND the taxi ride to the restaurant). Scary but true that we can't all fit into the mini van.

We had a wonderful visit with my dad last week (Grandpa), just as we loved having all the family that came to us this summer for love and support and yes, help. I realize this is not an Oscar's acceptance speech but believe me when I say, we couldn't have done it without you.

Summer is waning. The visits have come to an end and reality is hitting. Back to routine (or should I say, an attempt to carve some out/return to old ones that can be restored when there are four little ones instead of two).

We're ready.