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Week Two
Poor Bristo doesnt know what to think. he still gets his walks and we dont completely ignore him, but he has yet to eat since the boys came home. The guilt has led us to allow him to manipulate a diet of treats and milk bones. I think we are even.
Shawn and Ethan are developing their own unique personalities already. Shawn eats and sleeps the most and we are beginning to think he may be the "lazy one". He grunts as he eats, which we think is the equivalent to smacking lips when one chews. As annoying as we find it at restaurants, he is our kid, and at this point, its adorable. (plus, we know he is actually getting milk when he is breastfeeding) poor shawn (and kristi) has his dad's head, mishapen, narrow and GIANT. he has his dad's stubby legs and his mama's butt-chin. despite the hereditary misfortunes, he is adorable.
Ethan, on the other hand, is our quiet mama's boy. he always wants to be held and he always stares at things, even though we dont think their vision has developed yet. He has his mom's long legs and perfectly shaped head. The jury is out on the length of the second toe, but this boy looks like he might eat and grab utensils with his toes. All digits and appendages (yes, all!) are long. circumcision may lop off a centimeter or two, but dad is very proud. ethan has a "perma-scowl" with his brow constantly wrinkled - not the most flattering of looks, but he is much more engaged in his surroundings than shawn. poor shawn is focused on three things: eating, sleeping and ....
Things are going well, the boys seem to be happy and very healthy. They sleep in a bassinet next to the bed at this point, soon they will transition to the nursery - a lovely space furnished by all our loving family and friends. thank you all so much!
As for us? We are doing splendid. We get those overwhelming feelings of joy now and then as it sinks in that these boys are ours! We don't need to take them back after a couple days, the concept of FOREVER never sounded so nice. We get a few hours of sleep here and there. Andy is transitioning (slowly) into a light(er) sleeper. When it is his turn to wake up and feed the boys, he still walks into the closet (looking for God knows what) or pats around on the bed in the dark looking for the baby. Kristi might feel a bit more confident that progress will be made if he didn't jump at the slightest wimper from the dog, but a wail from his offspring seems to not affect his slumber yet. we are working on it...
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