his little lambs

So today the babies met Becky. And again they were good babies. And Becky brought the most adorable little hats for them. They were white and embroidered with little lamb faces. On the front they say 'his little lambs' and on the the back they say "the Lord is my shepherd..." how sweet! I'll try to get some photos posted soon of it.

This evening Mabel ate five ounces and thought she wanted more...silly baby. Currently they're both passed out in my lap. Sweetness.

High School Poem

Because I don't want to lose this poem, but the original (and to my knowledge only) copy of the poem is on a disintegrating piece of paper I thought I ought save it somewhere...please keep in mind I was in high school when I wrote this:

Time to Mourn:

It is time to mourn,
pull all the stars away.
It is time to mourn
on this glorious day.

The sun is gone
the light has died.
It is time to mourn,
pull all the joy inside.

It is time to mourn.
Let the rivers run dry.
It is time to mourn,
let the wild loon cry.

Cover the sky with clouds.
Let the rain pour down
It it time to mourn
Let the flowers all drown.

It is time to mourn
let nature take note.
It is time to mourn
with no sliver of hope.

Let the blossoms dry up
let leaves fall frail to earth.
It is time to mourn
let there be no more mirth.

It is time to mourn
let this day go to rest
It is time to mourn
life at the end of its quest.

It is time to mourn
pull all the stars away
It is time to mourn
on this glorious day.

Surival of the fittest...??

Two days ago the girls had their one month app't with the doctor. And I really like our family doctor; he has a great sense of humor and a laid-back approach, which I appreciate.

However, when he asked after the girls and feeding he said something to the effect that 100 yers ago Eve would have died. Now, I know full-well this is true. She hasn't once had a successful latch since her birth and therefore is bottle fed, but even though I've thought it - dude - don't say things like that. Overall I don't like thinking about one of my babies being dead.

Ah well. Luckily, I live now, 100 years later, where formula and breast pumps are common place so my little Moon-pie can eat well and thrive.

They're starting to smile at things we do. I know it might be a little early, but I think it's true. There have been a few too many coincidental smiles otherwise. I know it's really helping my husband. Not that he's had issues bonding, but the interaction is really helping him I can tell. And it makes sense. Afterall, I grew them. Obviously my bond is going to be a bit stronger. My patience lasts a lot longer than his, though I have been impressed with how he's gotten better over the past few weeks.

Their smiles melt us. Big Mouth Frog's is big and goofy, just like her and Moon-Pie's is small and quick, making us work harder for it. Golly I'm so very much in love with them. Rather amazing, this whole birthin' babies stuff.

Double Pink's debut

I have never enjoyed the color pink...ok, at least not since I was in high school. It's so girly. But now, as the mother of twin infant girls my house is covered in pink.

Pink onesies, pink pajamas, pink blankets, pink pillows, pink diapers, pink socks, pink bottles... And possibly the weirdest of all, I don't find myself disgusted by it overmuch. Probably because I didn't spend my money on all the pink. Everything pink that we now own was given as a gift, so I can't fault people for their generosity. Well, I could, but it would be awfully ungrateful and I don't feel right abiout that.

So, yep. Twin girls, one month and two days old.