Notes

Breastfed Babies May Become Leaner Kids. Interesting; C&D sure ain't lean, now, that's for sure. Although they have thinned out a lot. I know this from counting the snaps on their Fuzzi Bunz. I'll miss that chub when it goes away. Chubby hands, chubby feet, chubby thighs, chubby cheeks, I love them all. Yummy.

C&D ate their first citrus today: navel oranges and clementines. They squished the fruit in their hands and winced when the juice sprayed in their mouth as they bit into the wedges I handed them. Sometimes C&D will smile and share a bit of their food by placing a morsel in my hand or into my mouth. They did not offer me any oranges or tangerines today.

David stood on his own today--on purpose. And he liked it. Way to be brave, baby boy!

Then he stood up while he was under the kitchen table, hit his head on a support beam, and decided he had experienced enough adventure for the moment.

Speaking of adventure, took out the Twinmobile (Under the Influence of TWINS, the license plate now says) in rush hour traffic to rescue a big box full of veggies from Gundermann Farms. I'm going to see if I can sort though it before Carmen realizes I am not in the bedroom. Last night I rocked her for nearly four hours--enough to watch two documentaries on PBS. My arms are tired. At least tomorrow is Thursday and I can watch Earl and The Office while I rock, rock, rock.

Clingy babies in this house, lately. Sometimes literally clingy; chubby finger by chubby finger, I pick one baby off just in time for the other to latch on. But that's okay. Some days I feel like I need to grab on to somebody, too. It's a big wide world, out there.

Good night.