8 weeks!!!

I cannot believe my babies are eight weeks old!  It's been a wonderful two months and we've grown a lot as a family.  I'm very relieved to announce that I've relaxed quite a bit and I'm enjoying life as simple as it is.  I wake up after four or five hours of broken sleep and begin a day of not much more than feeding and snuggling my babies.  In the next eight weeks, I hope to have a little more time and energy for maintaining the household to a higher standard, cooking better meals, and making myself look a little more presentable.  (I know the boys don't mind the sweat pants and lack of makeup but I'm a woman and it's important to me that I don't become a complete hobo).   A little time for me to do yoga or go to target or even organize my closet would be nice too.  :)  But, I suppose I can wait and in the meantime, I can't think of anything better than what I'm doing right now.

The boys are really sweet babies.  We've only had a couple of break down moments- they  generally reserve crying or screaming only for moments of hunger or leaky diapers.  (Or when the pacifier falls out of their mouth...  The other night, it fell out of Mason's mouth so he started sucking on William's head.  William wasn't too fond of this and cried out to me.  When I reached down to him, his head was soaked.  Laughing that hard was so very therapeutic, even if it was in the middle of the night).  Aaron and I have decided to respond as quickly as possible at any signs of discomfort and to allow them to cry for as little time as possible.  This means I truly spend most of my day giving them my undivided attention but all the focus on the babies has created trusting souls who are generally pretty happy.  I think we're forming beautiful bonds and I feel very blessed. 

William is growing like crazy- we call him "Big Guy."   He is now nine pounds five ounces and adorable as can be.  I can't stop kissing him.  In the womb, he never moved from his corner.  He nestled head down and low on my right and stayed put for the whole 37 weeks.  Now, he shows the same contentment.  He is mellow and perfectly happy to rest and lay around with us.  He eats slowly and sweetly and then enjoys a nice nap.  I love how he hangs on to my neck, nestles in, and just relaxes.  There's nothing better.

Mason makes me laugh out loud and smile every time I look at him.  We call him "Little Big Man."  He is always looking around with this cute expression on his face.  He is now eight pounds seven ounces and so strong.  In the womb, he danced around like crazy and kicked me hard.  He still shows the same desire to play and his giggles and smiles are so intoxicating.  At the end of the day, he also loves a good snuggle and always falls asleep making the sweetest noises- it's so beautiful and innocent.

The boys are very similar, but also two true individuals.  They fill me with such deep satisfaction.  A few weeks ago after a night where sleep just wasn't going to happen, I bit Aaron's head off about how I was not frustrated with the babies, but rather with him.  (I'm humble enough to admit this was mostly sleep deprivation talking and it wasn't very nice of me to take it out on him).  But my mean comments weren't exactly true.  My frustration was over the stress of knowing I was the one responsible for the well being of such beautiful lives and no matter how tired I was, I sleep only after the boys are 100% cared for.  I picked up a baby to start the feeding routine and as I unswaddled him, my harried heart melted and nothing mattered except him.  (And his brother).  They make me smile and forget everything when they reach for me and I get to hold them and feed them and care for them the way nobody else can.

It's been a great eight weeks.

Love,
Jessica