I realized I never blogged the babes' two month photos, so I shall do them now, even though these were taken almost a month ago. Needless to say, momming has been keeping me busy!
They've both gained a good amount of weight, especially Vincent! The boy loves eating. All. The. Time. Hazel is way more nonchalant when it's feeding time. Even when she's really hungry, she doesn't take the bottle as excitedly as Vincent does. He's a gulper, barely taking a breath while he eats, while she savors her meal and takes her time, much like the Spanish did when I lived there for three years. My little cultured baby.
They've both gained a good amount of weight, especially Vincent! The boy loves eating. All. The. Time. Hazel is way more nonchalant when it's feeding time. Even when she's really hungry, she doesn't take the bottle as excitedly as Vincent does. He's a gulper, barely taking a breath while he eats, while she savors her meal and takes her time, much like the Spanish did when I lived there for three years. My little cultured baby.
Those pointed toes kill me.
Somewhere between six and eight weeks, they both kinda figured out the difference between day and night and started sleeping better at night between feedings. "Better" as in "not having to soothe a crying baby every 10 minutes." I'm not sure how or why, but they've gotten to be pretty good sleepers at night. Granted, we're still getting up every three to four hours to feed them, but generally, as soon as we put them down in their cribs, they know it's sleep time. So far. I know that whole four month sleep regression thing is supposedly coming up, so I'm relishing these days while I can.
And the best part? They've started smiling at us! On purpose! They know we exist! Hazel is a bit more smiley than her brother, but when I greet them in the morning and pick them up out of their beds, and they smile at me in recognition, my heart melts. Their sweet faces are worth all the sleep deprivation in the world.
