These babies of mine are growing so fast, I can't stand it. I keep having these moments where I look at said nuggets and am horrified at their size. It always strikes me as funny when strangers say how small they are. Small? HA! You should have seen them when they were born or hell, yesterday. Because that's how fast these little beans are growing.
B keeps telling me they're going to go to college tomorrow and leave me. It would be funny if it didn't feel true.
I'm trying to get the babies on some kind of routine since the house is a little like a circus these days. Of course, Finn's reflux/colic/demon possession tends to thwart any well-intentioned schedule or routine. Time to feed Cassidy? Think again! It's time for Finn to scream, scream, scream until the walls rattle, my skin catches fire, or I walk him around the house. Whichever comes first.
Speaking of demon possession. My house was host to the Vomit Olympics today!
Exhibit A: Exorcist-like projectile vomit from Cassidy. I've never seen anything like it. She looked like a human fire hose. I was concerned about her until she started grinning ear to ear, vomit-face and all.
Then Finn got in on the action and puked on me no less than 4 times this afternoon. Awesome.
But here are some new baby pictures for your viewing pleasure!