We've made it this far. My house is a wreck. Hardly anything has been packed. I can't remember half of what I'm supposed to . . . however, everyone is clean, well fed and healthy, so things must be working out.
I won't know their weight until I take them to the doc next week, but if you compare this pic:
Millie left, Evy right, both pictures
with this pic taken at one week:
You'll see they are beginning to fill out their carseats quite nicely.
Sometimes I've had to resort to unorthodox methods to get by, but they always get a meal when they want it.
This normally low-maintainence boy has displayed every hallmark behavior you could expect from a child being displaced as the youngest in the family. He loves his baby sisters madly, but his parents and older siblings are bearing the heavy brunt of his regression. Sadly, I don't expect much of an improvement until after the move.
This shot is easy, can you tell who is who?
The girls have not been the best nappers during the day. Sometimes they'll both go down at once, but too often one will fall asleep and I'll spend the next two hours trying to get the other one down only to have the first wake up the minute her sister gives in to the sandman. Fortunately they make up for it by being decent night sleepers . . . only waking once or twice each.
Amelia
In a few years this picture might make me laugh. Right now I only see the leftover poundage I still need to shed. However, the shot is extremely true to life.
Evy in pink, Millie in brown
Alice has been a dream through the past two months. I honestly couldn't ask for a more helpful child.
Al and Evy
The twincesses are getting used to riding in their royal coach. I've finally been able to log a few miles here and there, which has been super healthy for my mentals. The stroller is also useful to quell uncontrollable crying at bedtime. This double MacLaren is one of the best purchases I've ever made. It was a huge splurge when we bought it in 2004 shortly after having Alice to carry the oldest two (Seth should have been old enough to walk alone at that time, but he had a nasty habit of running off and getting lost lest he was buckled into something . . . I just couldn't bring myself to buy a leash for him). It has been in almost constant use since. Finally the
MacLaren Twin Traveller is being used for its designed purpose!
You guess, I'll tell you if you are right!
In short, things are going fine. If you call me on the phone, you'll need to make peace with the fact that someone will be crying in the background. If you tell me something important, you shouldn't expect me to remember it. If you have a spare fifteen minutes, you are welcome to come hold a baby or two. If you make plans with me, you should assume I'll be at least ten minutes late. If you see me out of the house, just know that spit up is part of my wardrobe and I've given up on keeping my shirt clean. If you've had Thomas over to play . . . I can't thank you or apologize enough (though I'm pretty sure he saves his best tantrums for us). And if you wonder if we are happy, the answer is a resounding yes.
