Saturday, January 20, 2007
Well, here they are--Jericho and Justus at almost three months. Absolutely gorgeous, I know. They've been super busy lately chubbing themselves up and trying to turn their sleep schedules around so they don't miss out on so many fun things like the witching hour and exploding lightbulbs and the "Cooking with Caleb" show (see upcoming posts). I'm still nursing them both, which I think keeps them from sleeping the entire night straight through but I certainly can't complain about having to get up once with both. They totally have smiling mastered now (although I have yet to catch it on camera) and I'm certain laughing and rolling over are next on their to-do lists. They love, love, love to chat with anyone and everyone and have certainly discovered their voices.
While the boys look very similar physically, their personalities are very different. Jericho is very calm and even-keeled. He is almost always content, no matter where I put him, to just sit and watch his surroundings. When Justus is busy screaming his head off for various reasons, Jericho is almost always laying close by, calmly staring at his brother with a look on his face that seems to say, "Dude brother, you gotta get a grip. Everything's just fine." Jericho weighs in at 11 pounds 7 ounces. He eats very different from his brother, needing to take several burping breaks during each feeding. And when he's done, we've lovingly nicknamed him Old Faithful because he spits up at regular intervals after he eats and when I say spits up, he really spits up, just like the real Old Faithful. We tell Jericho apart by the nailpolish on his toe, the blue pacifier strap attatched to his clothes and his very calm demeanor, although even Jericho has his moments and then we get all mixed up as to who is who.
Justus is our little live-wire. He feels his emotions very strongly and when he's happy he's oh-so-happy and when's angry he's really angry. He smiles readily at everyone and loves to be tickled. But when he's hungry or tired of sitting in a certain place or just plain tired, he can really scream. Justus weighs in at 11 pounds 10 ounces. His eating habits are very different from his brother's, in that when he eats he chugs it all down without a single break and then belches louder than his Daddy can. His latest nickname is Mr. Smiley Pants, which just recently replaced Mr. Slimey Eyes (due to your plugged tear ducts that just finally cleared up.) We tell him apart from his brother by the yellow pacifier strap attatched to his clothes, his ruddy-complexion and square face, and his roller-coaster emotions.
Up until this week I'd say having twins is a snap. Both boys are delightful and easy-going. They've been great sleepers and eaters and haven't asked for much more than a diaper change every now and then. It's been great fun to show them off and watch all the ladies at church fight over who gets to hold who next. And I often catch myself thinking how lucky I am because while I may have double the workload, I also get double the rewards and I can't tell you how fun it is to sit with two babies smiling and gooing and cooing at you. And how heavenly it is to sleep with two little babies cuddled into you, all warm and sweet-smelling.
But of course, they are starting to wake up and are definitely beginning to be aware of all the fun that's going on around them. And it's just a matter of time before they are going to be running around the house with their brothers, causing all sorts of trouble and getting into all kinds of mischief. Both boys have a twinkle in their eyes that says, "Oh I can hardly wait" and as much as it scares me, it excites me too. I've had a tiny glimpse this week at how crazy things are about to get and I know it's not going to be fun. But at the same time, there's something exciting and wonderful about watching these two grow together and just imagining all the adventures we're about to share.
posted by Shana # 11:48 AM 
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