Sleep tight

All swaddled up and ready for bed!

I don’t really like the questions about how a baby is sleeping. Sure, there are super moms out there that had their babies sleeping through the night at 6 weeks, but that’s not me. And, more often than not, these are formula-fed babies that don’t need to eat as often. Scott gets this question at work a lot, usually followed by an example of one of those super moms. I have to tell him that how our babies sleep is normal and good for them, even though it’s a big sacrifice for him. I would say me, too, but the twins sleep in our room so I don’t have to really get out of bed when they wake up. It’s a good deal for mom. That all being said, I must mention that these twins are phenomenal sleepers! We have enjoyed many a night of 5-hour stretches of sleep (which is the doctors’ definition of “through the night”) and a few 6 and even one 7-hour stretch. It made me nervous at first, especially about my milk supply, but we have come to the conclusion that this sleeping is just a gift from God. He is merciful, after all!

All of the boys were up early and smiley this morning. It was 11 degrees below zero when we woke up, hence the hats.

The twins looked at each other and smiled today. Not for long, though, so maybe it was a fluke. I have heard that they “discover” each other around this time.

We all went out to eat yesterday! Grandpa treated us all to breakfast (my favorite meal of the day) at Cracker Barrel. Yum! Joe loved it all – the eggs, apples, biscuits, and especially the grits. He can’t help himself – he has southern roots! Grandpa took us out to Culvers a few days ago (frozen custard and butterburgers for those of you that haven’t had the pleasure) and Joe didn’t touch his burger. When it came time for dessert, he opened his mouth as wide as possible. He looked like a little birdy. For anyone that has seen this, it’s pretty funny. Who can blame him?

The 15th marked 4 years since Scott and my first date. We had a good laugh about how he brought me a chair instead of flowers and how he was wearing wet jeans – a fact that I didn’t know until we had spent a good 20 minutes outside waiting for our movie. Poor Scott! He had wanted to take me to the Bristol because it was a Friday during Lent (and because he’s a pretty classy guy) but I was in RCIA classes then and the instructor used that specific example as counter-productive to the purpose of the Lenten sacrifice. So I made him change plans! He must have thought I was some religious nut! As is turned out, we saw a movie on the IMAX, went ice skating and enjoyed some frozen custard and good conversation. It was a lovely first date and a lovely start to a wonderful marriage. Thanks, Scott!