First off, the kids are cute and everyone's healthy. Mazlo seems completely better on the new formula, but he still has a lot of catching up to do if he wants wrestle in Carver's weight class. They still don't sleep very long at any given time and I pretty much have to hold Mazlo on my chest all night or he won't sleep at all. Crazy kid. The night before last and the workday following were particularly rough, but all four of us got a nap together on the couch in the late afternoon and we felt a lot better.
They are now 8 weeks old, of you can believe it. It feels like we've had them for years. I can't remember what I used to do with all the time. This is our longest stretch without any help, so I've appreciated Grandmom Mary and Manny Max all the more. The boys probably would've survived, but Mae and I would surely have been dead by now if it weren't for them. I can't thank them enough.
Max also left his mark by referring to the boys as "Spazlo" and "Calmer." He nailed that one.
posted by roman mars @ 9:51 AM
