Whoa

So I was way off. Tucker is now 12lbs 13oz an cooper is 11lbs 10oz!!! What big babies. They went in for their first round of immunizations as well today. I was so impressed by these little guys. They were well behaved and very social with Dr. Prince, cooing and smiling through their exams. And I was very nervous about their shots. Cooper was fed and falling asleep when it was his turn and he screamed as expected while needles were going into his legs, but then quieted right down and went to sleep..wow!! Then Tucker was laid down with bottle in mouth. He let out a wail when the needles went in, but once band aids were on he went right back to finishing his lunch. What excellent little troopers. Such brave boys. I'm sure they'll be a little cranky for the rest of the day, but that just means they will get some extra loving from those with arms to hold them. I will be thanking the Lord in my prayers tonight for the blessing of such a pleasant experience under the circumstances.

Growing Boys

So cute and so big!
I am constantly amazed by how quickly these little darlings are growing. A month ago they were 8lbs 13oz (Cooper) and 9lbs 4.5oz (Tucker) and both about 21 inches long. Now they have another appointment Thursday (for shots, ouch!) and I think they have each gained at least a pound and a half. They eat and sleep and eat and sleep and when they eat it's always at least 6 oz. Tucker takes 8oz before bed at night. I can't imagine that I will be getting much sleep until they are sleeping through the night. They are each good for about six hours at night, but not at the same time. Cooper goes to bed earlier than Tucker and wakes up at 0200 or 0300 for at least an hour (he's a slow eater) and then right when my head hits the pillow, it's Tucker's turn. There was one night, last Thursday I think, that Tucker slept from 2200 (10pm) to 0600! It was great! Cooper still woke up at 0330, but only having one baby to feed in the middle of the night was awesome. I got pretty decent sleep that night. It's hard having their bedroom upstairs and the kitchen downstairs where the bottles are, but eventually we won't need to make any trips up the stairs with bottles in water to warm them. I just know that I'm going to slip and spill all over myself one of these sleepy nights. Oh well, stuff happens, right? Soon I'll be able to successfully do this in my sleep. Probably right around the time I don't have to anymore. :-p

Some pictures.

Pics of the boys (even Daddy) for all to enjoy. The loves of my life!Learning to share.
Loves his snuggle buddy.

Well, hello, Tucker....

Just having a chat.

Sleeping boys. Tucker and Dad.

My two bugs in a rug.

Holy Crap!

I know the subject sounds a little crude, but after what I witnessed this afternoon, it is the only expression that will do. At around 1200 a bottle was warmed for sweet little Cooper and a very hungry Tucker. We had given baths to both little ones and dressed them in matching green terry cloth teddy bear onesies with crisp white tennis shoes from Old Navy (Ked's like). They were adorable! I changed a slightly messy diaper for Cooper before handing him off to Dad while I dried my hair (I had just taken a shower myself while little ones took a small nap) and put on my shoes. We had plans to make an outing to visit my former co-workers at Alliance Title. After my hair had been dried and styled I put on my shoes and offered to take Cooper from Daddy so he could go take care of the garbage. Cooper had been eating very slowly so he still had half a bottle left. I picked him up by his bottom and had one hand behind his shoulders and head. He looked so peaceful and drowsy. The next thing out of TK's mouth was an expression I've heard many times before, but this particular instance gave way to a closer examination of the infant in my hands. The simple "whoa!" that escaped my husbands lips was due not at all to a simple misfortune. Upon closer inspection of the little darling in my arms I became aware of the dark, green-ish brown glop that was roughly the consistency of a rich chocolate pudding that had coated not only the entire right leg of said infant, but also his Daddy's shirt in quantities I had never seen come from such a small body. He must have been backed up to his armpits! I know, I have now ruined chocolate pudding for many of you.
Moving on. I was of course disturbed by the sight. What I think was the most disturbing was the layer of "yuck" that was now on the aforementioned crisp white (and brand new) tennis shoes. It was soon on my hands and TK found it hilarious to torment his mother by sharing his lot and wiping it on her un-shoed foot. She was holding Tucker and couldn't defend herself. She sat with her foot in the air until she could get it off. The wipes were swiftly opened and "the cleansing" began. Off came the shoes and socks, which were sent directly to the washer (after a good scrubbing from Daddy) followed by the onesie. The dilemma here was that the only way to remove the outfit was over poor Cooper's head. After some impressive clothing gymnastics the offensive attire was removed without one smudge on his face. His chest, arms and back are another story, but his face was protected.
Lest you forget, may I remind you that the diaper has not even been touched up to this point. So legs and feet were wiped down and the diaper was unleashed. I didn't even bother to put a new one down yet because there would have been no way to keep it clean. So, six wipes later things were looking better. I could see the color of skin again below my baby's belly button. He only stuck his foot in the pile of scariness once. He seemed to like the sensation, squishing it between his toes like mud bath or spa treatment. I however did not find it as pleasant. I had to use a wipe to pick between his toes.
Once the stench of it all had passed and the bowel bomb had been moved to a garbage sack, I looked up just in time for my nice clean accomplishment to become the backdrop for a jet stream of liquid which rose from his "boy parts" and shot over the changing pad onto the only pair of jeans that fit after two surgeries. As quickly as I could I placed the wipe I was using over the source of the stream and watched as the changing pad became soaked and fluid flowed around and under my nice clean baby!!! So, seeing as naturally we had emptied one container of the remainder of it's wipes, a new container was opened and the process of mopping up began. Three more wipes later and the baby was mostly clean while the pad was more than a little wet. A new diaper was put on long enough to move to a more suitable changing arena. That diaper had pee on the outside so it was replaced with a clean one once we were on a blanket on the floor. Then a new clean outfit was dawned and all seemed right with the world again. What was the most amazing part of the ordeal was how calm and collected Cooper was through the entire thing. He just laid there while wipes and diapers and clothing went flying around him in a frenzied blur. What a trooper.
Good news: the shoes, socks, onsie and daddy's shirt were all saved by the washer. :o)
It was quite a morning.