The babies are a month old! Crazy! Little G Man is doing really well. He is so calm for the most part and only cries when something is actually wrong. We had a photoshoot the weekend before last and he was happy as a clam when he was all naked and curled up on the pillow with a heater blowing on him. It was adorable! H on the other hand was a little terror, but they eventually got her to sleep and took some cute pictures of the babies together. I can't wait to see the proofs!!! Side note: Is "proogs" a word?! I accidentally typed that instead of "proofs" and spell check didn't underline it. Weird.
We started H on Za.ntac for reflux, but I'm not sure if it's doing much yet. It's only been a week, so I'm going to give it a few more days and then see if maybe she needs a bigger dose or something. I've been doing everything I can think of to help her - feeding her in her bouncy seat and then keeping her there for a little while afterward so she's more upright, inclining the crib mattress, giving her "sensitive" formula, gas drops, etc. - but nothing seems to work when she's in the middle of a 2+ hour screaming jag. I make sure she has a clean diaper, swaddle her, give her a pacifier... nothing works. Maybe it will just take time for her to grow out of whatever is going on. I hate feeling so helpless, though! Poor girl.
I am really starting to remember why I like living on the opposite coast from my family. It's not that I don't like seeing them (well, most of them), I just hate feeling like I have to "entertain" people for weeks at a time. I like having my space. And it would be nice to be able to take a quick nap during the day if the babies decide to give me that opportunity. Ah well... They leave tomorrow and then I think we're free of visitors for at least a month. YAY!
This is completely random, but it made me a laugh, so I must share: My BFF is engaged in a constant war with the blackberry bushes in his back yard. I guess he went to a home improvement store today to get a new weapon for battle and the sales girl recommended a machete. He then asked "Is that something you carry here or do I need to go to the serial killer store?" Okay, maybe I'm just suffering from exhaustion, but that was funny.
Anyway, here's a picture of the little demons in their semi-matching onesies that J is in love with:
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