Thursday, June 26, 2008


Eliot spits up every day. EVERY DAY. We expect it; we anticipate it. Owen never spits-up. He hasn't, in fact, in over two months. And then there was Tuesday night . . . after his 5pm bottle and an easy burp, he looked into my eyes, smiled, and spewed his entire undigested bottle all over me.

(Shame on Mike for taking this picture. Shame on you for laughing.)

What you can't see in this pic is spit-up dripping from my eyebrow, nor can you see two inches of spit-up pooling in my sports bra. Yes, this was the end of a very, very long day . . .

Mike and I leave for a weekend trip to Napa this afternoon, and judging by my face in this photo, I definitely need it.

Monday, June 23, 2008


My aunt bought these onesies for the twins. I had nothing to do with it. :)

Wednesday, June 18, 2008


Four weeks of feeding therapy behind us, and Eliot is starting to show signs of progress. After watching her behavior for the past month, the therapist does not believe Eliot has an oral aversion, but instead is showing signs of disorganization. That's her diagnosis:

She never had enough practice with a bottle, and would therefore get stressed at the sight of one. Her tongue didn't know what to do, so her arms would begin to flail; then her head would thrust from side-to-side; and then she would break out in hysterics. If we swaddle her tightly, take her in a quiet room, dim the lights, and do some warm-up work with a pacifier, she usually attempts a bottle without problem. For the last few days, she has consistently been taking at least one ounce at most of her daily feedings (we need to work her up to twenty-eight ounces a day, so we've got a climb in front of us).

So, that's it: disorganization. I can deal with that. For Mike, however, "an everything has its place; all of my shirts face the same way in my closet; making Excel spreadsheets IS fun!" kind of guy, the news was shocking.

"Disorganized? That can't be possible."

"It can if she's my kid!"

Which she is, and boy does that explain it.

Always eager to rise to the challenge, however, Mike put his "Type A" skills to use, and became a master swaddler overnight. He now makes the best El El Bean Burrito this side of Atlanta.

Monday, June 16, 2008

roll over, roll over!

There was one in the bed, and the little one said . . .

Monday, June 2, 2008

pics of owen - finally

Owen Michael. Owie. Cooli-O. Speed-O. Big Man. Little O.
A montage of sweet, baby Owen.