Well we survived Tobie’s first weekend back to work. She didn’t go to work Friday because she was feeling ill. I guess staying up for more than 24 hours can wreak havoc on your system. But it was still good training for me as she was out for the count! I’m hoping next weekend, Tobie’s body will allow her to sleep more. It’s not easy trying to sleep in the middle of the day.

The babies are doing great. We have had a few reflux episodes, which aren’t fun. The question then is do we try to feed them again? They are typically hungry after puking. Cole is on reflux medicine, Paige isn’t. We were going to give Paige, Cole’s medicine, but the dosage is based on weight, so we will have to wait for the peed appointment tomorrow.

The babies still hate taking medicine. I spilled an entire bottle of Poly Vi Sol on the floor because Paige was flailing her arms after taking a dose (Steph, we need more doctored Poly, it pays to know a pharmacist.). Now that corner of the room stinks! We are also giving them a bubble gum flavored diuretic. Paige has learned how to save it in her mouth and spit it up. Surprisely, Cole tolerates the medicine just fine. He isn’t happy, but he just takes it like a man-boy.

The babies are developing quickly. All of the sudden then have started to make eye contact. Previously we would only catch them looking at us through the corner of their eyes. Now they almost track us (I say almost, because most of the time it looks like they are looking through us, not at us). It’s much more satisfying seeing them looking at us. I can’t wait till they are more interactive. Even though it doesn’t show in the pictures, the babies have so many bald spots. I wonder how long it will take for them to lose all their hair?

The babies have also discovered their hands. Paige sometimes plays with her hands and has even been seen swiping at things. Cole has found new ways to swipe at bottles when he is done feeding. Both babies will latch onto your shirt and not let go. While this is cute, it’s not very convienent for putting them back to bed. The babies have been doing great with tummy time. Cole has superior head control. He can really keep that noggin in the air for a long period of time. It’s also evident when you sit them upright. They don’t fall over as easily now. Sometimes when they are on your chest, they move their heads from side to side. They look like baby bobble-head dolls. Kind of funny. They both are still dying to crawl. They get so frustrated during tummy time when they move their arms and legs and don’t go anywhere. They are going to have a blast when they have loco-motion.

Feeding is still hit or miss. We have spaced out their feeds a lot more which makes them much more hungry when it comes to feeding time. Sometimes they polish off 4 ounces, sometimes only 2 ounces. When they only take a few ounces, they will be much more hungry in just a few hours and our feed schedule will be off the rest of the day. Oh well, at least they are eating. As our peed has said, as long as they are eating and gaining weight, they are doing fine.

Cole is a crier, that is for sure. Paige only fusses when something is wrong. Cole like to cry, well for just about everything: hungry=cry, tired=cry, happy=cry, bored=cry, poopy diaper=cry, wet diaper=cry, fart=cry, laugh=cry (wait that one doesn’t make sense), wants to be held=cry, wants out of the bobby=cry, wants to watch CSI=cry (and when I say cry, I mean wail). My mom told me that I was like that too, but they would just stick a bottle in my mouth to quiet me down (I can only blame that for me being overweight now or maybe it’s the box of donuts I eat everyday, in any case thanks mom). I wish Cole would find more satisfaction in the taking the bottle, but most of the time, it’s a labor to get him to start sucking. His suck is still kind of poor (but improving). Many times he’s making the motion but nothing is coming out. It’s funny because if the babies finish a bottle, we feel such satisfaction. When they barely take anything from the bottle, we feel such a let down. Not in the babies but in ourselves. Weird huh? Who knew our well-being would be so contingent on the babies feeding.

Lastly, Tobie has had crazy dreams about the babies, and mostly about Paige (does that mean I’m supposed to be dreaming of Cole? Oh the crying, make it stop! Stop the insanity!). Last night for the 3 am feed, I had just got done feeding Paige and Tobie walks in the room. She’s like: “You didn’t feed Paige did you? I already have a bottle prepared for her”. I was like: “What are you talking about, you have been a sleep since 10 pm”. She looks around for a little bit and says: “Oh, I must have been dreaming”. She’s dreaming about preparing bottles for the babies? Wow, talk about dedication. I think I found the front runner for the “Mom of the Year” award.