Twins are here!

Kendall Lynn and Korbin Alan were born yesterday (7.20) around 6 PM.

Kendall was 5 lbs 15 oz and Korbin was 5 lbs 10 oz.

They are very sweet! Heather is a superstar and is doing good!

Wes-nine months

Stats:

Weight-18 lbs, 7.5 oz

Height-28 inches

HC- 44.8 cm

Oh boy. What to say about Wes at nine months? :) He is a fireball! He's very healthy and doing great developmentally. He's basically crawling. He CAN crawl, he would just rather scoot on his belly...but I've seen him crawl for real :) And he loves to try to pull himself up to stand...although he can't quite manage it yet. He tries!

We are still nursing! YAY! I can't believe it. He is actually really hard to nurse right now. He has serious nursing ADD and I'm really only nursing him three-four times a day, and those nursing sessions are somewhat challenging because he is so wiggly...but, I'm just not really switching to formula at this point. I'm determined to make it to a year. (Although he does get about a bottle a week of formula while I teach lessons)

He eats solids like a pro---he recently started to refuse anything that was spoon-fed to him---so we are pretty much completely doing table food at this point. Clearly he is growing and gaining weight so I'm not worried about him like I was with Owen :) He is doing quite well with a sippy cup and...best news ever.....he gave up the paci! It happened about two weeks ago...he just started to refuse it and hasn't taken it to go to sleep or anything for a solid two weeks. I feel like this is a huge blessing. I was worried that this was something that would be long and drawn out and we would have to "take" it from him someday. So glad he gave it up on his own. And really, it wasn't helping anymore. If he's going to scream, he's going to scream. Paci or no paci :)

He is still in a size 3 pamper. Easily into 6-12 month clothing---12 month clothing fitting the best.

He is as sweet as can be one minute--and angry and fiery the next :) He has no patience for sitting in a high chair...and wants what he wants NOW! Oh boy! This should be fun! :)

He loves Owen so much. Completely smiles and laughs and gets so excited when he is around him. However, Owen has started telling him "NO" when he starts to get into something he shouldn't be into (or grabs a toy Owen doesn't want him to have :)) and it completely makes him mad! He will scream at Owen and clench his fists! NICE! Can't wait for some brother wars!

No real words yet....lots of babbles like: ba ba ba ba, and da da da da. I'm still hoping that a "mama" is around the corner :)

I think that's about it!

Owen: stats

4 year old well child check up (just a little late) :)

Weight: 30 lbs 2 oz

Height: 39 7/8 inches

BP: 82/50 (they now do blood pressure instead of head measurements! So funny! I guess his head is fine :))

He checked out well. He is decidedly skinny. (in the the third percentile for weight, 25th for height) Our new-ish Pediatrician, Dr Pedersen asked us if Dr. Skafish ever worried about his weight...and we told him that he never had, even though he had fallen off the charts at one point. (Dr. Skafish was our original Pediatrician. He left our practice right after Wes was born to go work exclusively with kids who have ADD/ADHD. I really liked him. He was old school, very wise and very down to earth. He also loved Jesus. We miss him. But Dr. Pedersen is good to. She is young-ish, with three small children of her own so I feel like she can empathize with the stages we are in. Its all good. We are staying put.)

Anyways. The weight thing. Yes. He is skinny. He has always been barely on the charts in weight (except at birth...he was nearly eight lbs at birth!) Josh and I were both small children. He isn't ill, he's just skinny. Dr. Pedersen decided he was fine :)

She did things like: a scoliosis check, blood pressure check, talked about developmental milestones...etc. He checked out fine!

Swimming

Oh right. I forgot to share that....our boy can SWIM!

These swim lessons were not for the faint of heart. Monday-Wednesday of week 1 was pretty much torture for all of us. By Thursday he was smiling and tearless and it continued that way through the rest of week two. Hands down some of the best money I've ever spent in my life. It was worth it...even if it did make us cry. And I mean both of us. I cried. Owen cried. Josh had to walk away when Owen was screaming for us! Man, but still...its all good. I don't think we damaged him for life and I'm so happy that he can honest to goodness...SWIM. No floaties. No life-jackets. He can put his face in the water and open his eyes underwater. He can jump in and swim the pool and he can back float. I'm so happy. Thank you Mylin Swim Academy. We are BIG fans!

I think I forgot...

to do an "Eight Months" post for Wes.

Wes was eight months on 6.9

His eighth month has brought him (and us):

-two bottom front teeth

-successful scooting

-much more interaction between baby and others

-emotions. Shew. Can we say BI-POLAR!? This baby is as sweet as can be one minute and clenching his fists in anger with ear piercing screams the next. Yes. He's going to be an interesting toddler. He is well equipped with red-headed passion.

-He eats almost all food well. He does not care for yogurt. He still nurses...right now our nursing schedule is really weird. I thought we were getting into a consistent nursing of morning-afternoon-night, but yesterday he nursed a lot more than that. Whatever. Since day 1 I've decided that I will nurse him on demand. Its always worked and (knock on wood) I haven't had a single nursing problem with him. No mastitis, no plugged ducts, no thrush, no weight issues, no supply issues. Nada. Its how I always imagined it could be. Your baby is hungry, you nurse him-voila. Perfect. So, I refuse to rock the boat, although I do plan to wean him or at least only nurse at night by the time he is 1. (That all is probably more than you wanted to know. Sorry bout your luck on that one. This is like my journal :))

-Weight is nearly 17 lbs (I took him to the Pediatrician yesterday for an ear check because he's been tugging on them--his ears were clear and they weighed him which is the only reason I know how much he weighs. They didn't measure him so I'm not sure how "tall" he is at this point.)

-He loves: baths, cheerios, mum-mums (rice cake type snacks for babies), his brother, his momma and daddy and.... ATTENTION!

-He hates: being changed, (clothes, diapers..he hates them both equally), being left in the nursery at church, NOT being paid attention to, and socks.

Love my red-headed bubby. He's going to keep me on my toes, I can feel it :)

Of note:

Wesley's first little tooth poked through on Wednesday, June 1. Its his front bottom right tooth. Does that make sense? It does to me. That's all that matters I suppose.

Owen loves bandaids and we think he is purposefully getting "owies" so he can have bandaids. He can also touch the bottom of the pool at the Brown's in the shallow end and he was loving the fact that he could walk around in the pool without swimmies. Swim lessons start next Monday! Fingers crossed that he doesn't FREAK OUT! :)

I also "dunked" the baby in the pool. Yep. I'm that mom. I put him under water real quick and...he thought it was hysterical. After a few moments of confusion he was laughing. Shew! I don't think I traumatized him!

Wes is on the BRINK of crawling. It has to be soon. He dives from a sitting position to his belly but won't stay up on his knees quite yet.

Ok. That's all!

Confession

Confession/Confliction: (I'm not sure confliction is actually a word. Its probably not because blogger is underlining it in red. I don't really care. I'm making it a word. So there!)

I love my boys so much and they completely keep me busy and I can't imagine having more than two to take care of. (I break a sweat every time I have to grocery shop with both of them. Whilst shopping I repeat things in my head such as "you CAN do this" and "many people have two or MORE children to grocery shop with, surely you can do this successfully!"

Sometimes the thought of not having any more children makes me physically ill.

:)

The end.