Our baby boys are four months old today. FOUR MONTHS OLD.
Here are their happy stats:
John Kyle: 12 pounds, 12 oz, 22 3/4 inches long. (He started at 5 lbs, 5 oz, if you'll recall)
And Mack is now 12 lbs, 14 oz, 23 1/4 inches long. (Started life at 7 lbs, 11 oz)
Watch out, Mackers! Someone is gaining on you!
It's amazing how they've evened out. Some days they look completely different from each other, while other days they look utterly identical. We can all usually tell them apart by their hairline. Mack is rockin' a way-cool widow's peak for now, and that one little distinction is sometimes the only way even the Mama can tell who is who.
Four months. The longest and shortest of my life.
I can say that I feel like we are finally pulling out of the fourth trimester, the time traditionally assigned to the first three months of life. I don't really count our first month, though. We spent the first week in the hospital, and by the end of their first month of life, they were still only 39 weeks gestational age. What a sweet, dreamy time that was! And so I don't count it.
But here we are, three months after they would have been fully full-term, and we're all finding our footing.
There's so much I haven't told you about what we've been up to, and only have just a few short minutes, so it's coming at ya shotgun-style:
* They are both revealing more and more of who they are to us.
John Kyle can be quite stoic and is definitely the only one of my four children whom I consider an old soul. He is, however, hopelessly flirty with little girls. He adores his sisters, and while Kyle and I have to work to get smiles from him, just the sight of one of his sisters walking by causes him to break out in grins.
John Kyle is almost always less dramatic than his brother, but he is also very, very active. He was the first to roll over both ways (Mack still hasn't), and he much prefers to be standing in someone's lap to the insult of being held like A BABY.
Mack is mostly jolly and generous with the smiles. The only exception to this is that his two bottom teeth are working their way up (WHAT? HOW?) and man, do they give him fits. He is very, very dramatic when he is uncomfortable, but very, very sweet and happy when all is going well in life.
Mack hates standing up and much, much prefers to be held and snuggled.
* Teething this early SUCKS.
* Nursing is going wonderfully. We've battled some thrush issues, but other than that, everything is going great in that department. They also hold hands a lot as they nurse, which is just beyond.
* I've had them in cloth diapers for a while now, but I'm still experimenting with the right system. They are in that loosey-goosey poopy blow-out stage and we've had messes in both disposables and cloth. I thought my old standby favorite Fuzzi Bunz were going to work great and I invested in quite a few of the one-size Elites, but I'll be dadgummed but what John Kyle didn't poopy-leak out of one of those on to our neighbor's lap the other night. (Yes, I wanted to die.) (Thankfully, she's a mama and she wasn't even phased.) (I still wanted to die.)
When I first found out I was pregnant again, I daydreamed of finally getting to indulge in the diapering system I always wanted to do but couldn't afford to when the girls were babies: fitteds and wool. After I started cloth with them, I started buying fitteds and wool for this summer when I realized I STILL CAN'T AFFORD IT. Goodness.
So I've invested way too much time and mental energy into figuring out what will work for us for now. Diapering x2 is just expensive any way you look at it, right? Hmph.
* They are only just now outgrowing their 0-3 months Carter's onesies (which everyone knows are longer than any other onesies on the market). This is hilarious to me because Dacey was out of those by the time she was 3 weeks old.
Well, I hear them waking up and ringing the dinner bell so I better run.
Hoping to be able to share a lot more of life with y'all very soon.