Confession Time

Confession #1: Today is Dorothy's actual birthday. She doesn't know that. We told her that her birthday was last week on the day of her party because my Mom was here. We'll probably make muffins and put candles on them for the babies' one month birthday, and sneak in Dorothy's birthday too.

Dorothy in her birthday outfit that my Mom gave her. She LOVES it. Dallin hates it (it's pink and frilly). I'm neutral because she likes it so much that she'll willingly get dressed, otherwise it's a battle. My Mom did this knowingly, and warned us. She's a nice grandma and got Dorothy what Dorothy wanted, not what her parents want. Just thank you for not getting noise toys Mom, bless you.


Confession #2: I am getting more sleep (and much better sleep) now than when I was pregnant. I think this both reflects well on these babies, and really poorly on how I felt towards the end of the twins' pregnancy. Crazy, huh? It seems backwards to me. When I was pregnant, I was probably getting a combined total of 4-6 hours sleep per night. Now I'm getting more like 5-7 hours per night, less interrupted too. Sweet.
They usually only wake up once at night (and I wake up whichever one is still sleeping), eat and then go right back to sleep. Oh you sweet, good babies. Granted that is still with Dallin waking them up at 10:30/11 ish to feed them, but still, not too shabby.

Confession #3: I like nursing two babies more than I liked nursing just one. It turns out that my massive over production of breast milk that I had with Dorothy (that made my life miserable for a month or two) is coming in handy. (Seriously, I thought that I would never be able to leave the house again because I would surely squirt someone, or at least drench my shirt. Sorry if that's TMI.) Two is better than one because I never end up lopsided or engorged, and I can eat absolutely anything I want. So many calories are going to babies that I need to work to keep up. Sigh. Life is rough.
We've been lucky/blessed. We haven't had to give them any formula yet. I'm sure we will a little bit eventually, but with how strongly Dorothy reacts to dairy, it's nice knowing that things are going swimmingly in that department.

Baby girls. Norah on the left, Ruby on the right.


Confession #4: I really can't tell them apart. The caption above the babies' picture is a guess based on their outfits. I know they look a little different in the picture, but it's all about how they're being held because they have such lovely, luscious cheeks that flop based on how they're sitting. (I have a baby cheeks fetish, can you tell?) I thought I had it figured out when we noticed that their ear lobes were different, but their ears have magically conformed and now they look the same. I thought that I could look at them and guess right most of the time, but when I really counted how many times I was right or wrong, it came down to be about 50% accuracy. Rats.
Even their weights! At their last doctor's appointment, there was only one ounce difference between them. So, Ruby's toes remain red. Let's hope I figure it out at some point, at least before they figure out how to either paint their own toes, or use nail polish remover. Because I'm sure they'd have fun confusing me.
It turns out I didn't have the stomach to keep bows on them every day. Bows are obnoxious.

Confession #5: I have a hard time with the newborn baby stage. I really enjoy parenting once babies become a little more interactive and playful, but the early stage is a struggle for me. I'm trying really hard to slow down and enjoy the mellow days and snuggliness of new babies. Because it does go by quickly (they're FIVE WEEKS OLD!) Anyone else feel the same way?