The wee ones are growing like weeds—so much so that we had to start them on baby cereal (see big sister helping feed them below) a little before I had planned (after the craziness of the holidays). Hungry little buggers.
Both are fashioning a regular schedule for us, which is nice now they sleep longer at night (cross your fingers -- they did 12 hours for the past four nights -- lets hope it sticks) and are more aware and playful during the day.
They had a check up a couple weeks ago and passed with flying colors. Winter is almost a whopping 20 lbs and Simone is almost 17. They should be rolling over and grabbing their feet soon. I am guessing Simone will do it first. Winter has alot of bulk to heft around, so he might be mobile a bit later then his more dainty twin sister. I would guess that Winter may talk first because he is much more vocal, at least so far. Simmers smiles at everthing, while Winter is a tough crowd. Congrats to anyone who can get him to chuckle. Hazel wins the prize lately.
Both babies are a joy to be around and, knock on wood, are easy to console. Winter's reflux seems to be fading, but not the spit up that comes along with it! His new nick name is Spitty! Look out Pop Pop!
We had a visit from my brother, Dustin, his wife, Nina, and their two boys, Riley and Fletcher for week in early December. I was bummed we were not able to produce a snowy visit for the clan from LA. Next time. My dad, Paul (aka Pop Pop) and Alice (Grammie Alice) came down as well for the visit. It was the first time this part of the family met the twins. It was very nice to have extra hands around. They sure did get spoiled with all the holding!
My dad just retired. I have not met another person who deserves it more. I dont have to tell him to enjoy it because I know he will.
