I feel like my training wheels have been taken off! This morning we went to the doctors (girl = 8lb and boy = 7+lb's) and then we walked to my friends work where we hung out for a half an hour. This may not sound much but navigating midtown at lunchtime in NYC is hard enough without pushing a twin stroller. We were out over a feeding so I took some bottles. First out of the house feeding.
It feels liberating!
There are so many little things about the kids that make me joyous. When boy sneezes he does this ...
Achoo, achoo, achoo, ahhhhhhoohhhhhhh
he lets out a little old man sigh. It makes me laugh my arse off every time.
girl has started giggling a little and has found a new sound. Not sure what it means but it makes a change from the only other sounds which are gas and screaming!!!
Both do the baby farting face which cracks me up. Boy holds his ears when its a particular big one!!!
Girl is so strong that it makes me proud - I know they are not genetically mine but she has my blood creating that strength. We are two peas in a pod in that respect. She is strong and confident but is afraid of being dropped. How do I know that? It's something she does when we cuddle and she thinks she's slipping.
Both are grabbing and holding a little now (girl wants to hold her bottle!) and they hold on to me for dear life. In those moments I believe in a god.
TOday at the doctors the we laying side by side and they kept their eyes on each other throughout the whole exam.
Oh so many more little things.
I may have written this before and shame on me if I haven't, but hell bells these kids are the best thing to ever happen to me. They make me and their dad better people.