Week Five and Staying Alive

I may sound like a moron to those of you who have kids but this is really HARD WORK. I used to think that an accomplishment was, say, completing an advanced degree or possibly getting a Fulbright Scholarship. Now I think an accomplishment is giving two babies a bath and doing some vacuuming while also keeping myself fed and reasonably clean. You can't keep too clean because babies always somehow get something moist on your clean clothes. Maybe spit up, maybe poop- who knows. I think that every year the local high school should have an awards ceremony for parents who make it through another year and keep their kids alive. Some official could call up each parent in the community and give them a gold star per child alive that year. I've only done this for a little over five weeks and already I think I deserve some sort of sticker- possibly even a scratch and sniff sticker- for my efforts. And I'm not even doing it alone! I have grandparents and a sister here almost every day helping me. And I have nice babies.
Week five was hard work- if you didn't catch that. The babies are thriving, but they had the dreaded "growth spurt" during which they needed to feed about every two seconds, and I ended up with double mastitis. I don't want you to feel bad for me. I want you to feel REALLY bad for me. (Hahahaha)

Despite my complaining, the Oliver and Liam are AWESOME and growing by leaps and bounds. Both boys can focus on faces and other objects, can track with their eyes, can push themselves up off of their chests when on their tummies, can hold their heads up, and both Liam and Oliver have started smiling from time to time. The other morning when I took Liam out of bed he gave me such a wide smile I almost tripped- it was fantastic! Even when they're fussing they're cute.



We had a lot of nice visitors in the last few weeks including all of the Grandparents who helped out tremendously. Shown are Babcia and Grampy Ivers. Also, Aunt Rachel, Aunt Lu and Uncle Ick and Cory, Brianna and Roghan Foster.
We also had our first few outings (other than walks around the block). First we tried Lauren and Erik's for some football action, and since we were highly successful, attended Oliver and Liam's Grand Uncle Art's 65th birthday party.
We are looking forward to a Thanksgiving at the Ivers and a Christmas at the Scherer's.
Let's toast to safe and healthy holidays and restful nights!

Spooky Stuff: Halloween and Baths

The Ivers Boys had another exciting week. They experienced their first tub baths which they both enjoyed very much. I'm sure they'll be mildly angry at me in about 13 years if they see I sent out naked pics, but they're so cute I can't help it. Neither peed in the water until the 3rd bath which made me very happy.


We had some exciting visitors this week: Steve, Lisa and Paige Brent; Aunt Judy and Aunt Pat; and Grampy and Babcia Ivers who stayed and helped me with baths, fussy babies and sanity. The Aunts came and made us a delicious dinner and then presented Liam and Oliver with hand-made quilts. What lucky babies these are to have such fantastic and talented relatives!








We also celebrated Oliver and Liam's first Halloween. Oliver was a cat and Liam was a pumpkin. As you can see from the photos, they are enjoying their costumes immensely.


The boys are darling and sweet babies and with all the help we're receiving from family and friends, this is a very happy household. The other night, the boys even let me sleep for a whopping 2 3/4 hour stretch!!!!!!!! Can you imagine??? I can't believe I used to be able to sleep for 9 hours straight. Or stay up past 10pm. Welcome to crazy town.


Here is Tony, some Peruvian babies, and a very hungry little Liam. We tried to tell him that you can't get milk out of ankles, but he isn't a very good listener. Sometimes he tries eating Oliver's head. He also fails to get milk there but valiantly tries.








P.S. If you're looking for a diet plan, try breastfeeding twins. It takes a bit of time out of your day but you can eat literally ANYTHING and lose a ton of weight.