Today I realized that it is been a long time since both girls have been fussy at the same time. I realized this because this afternoon they whacked me over the head with a 2x4 and it brought back memories of the 10 week old middle of the night scream fests. Both ladies woke from their nap on the wrong side of the crib and the decibel level elevated until all three of us were in tears. When I started crying, Allie stopped and looked at me like I had gone crazy. Her face read, "What the hockey stick, you aren't allowed to cry, too!" After about three minutes of rotating who got bounced and patted, I resorted to breastfeeding off schedule (this shows how desperate I was because I have become quite the stickler for only 4 feedings a day). They decided that they would bite me instead of nurse for comfort. That was the end of that.
Even though I had already taken them on a run in the morning and a long walk at midday, the only option left besides wearing two baby carriers was to get out in the 90 degree heat for the third time today. Sure enough, they calmed down by the time we got to the elevator and were happy as long as the wheels were rolling. I wonder if there are many strollers that have gotten as many miles as mine? I should be a twig by now with the amount of walking these blueberries demand of me.
I am thankful that I seldomly have moments when both gals are inconsolable. 70% of the time they are like this:
Happy Harper (she loves to dance, as you can see, to anything remotely resembling music):
Why blueberries? When we first learned of our two baby girls (via ultrasound), that's how big they were. They looked like Teddy Grahams, with little stubby arms and legs. Sometimes they wiggled.
This is hilarious! I'm sorry though :)
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