First, I am emotional (well, just cry easily for no apparent reason at all). They tell me it's the hormones. Oh well. I am perfectly fine...feel great. It just sometimes hits me at odd times - like Dancing With the Stars or even a crazy commercial. HA.
Second, I (we) are tired. Of course. There are hungry babies in the house. Nuf said.
Don't cry over spilled milk, (unless, of course, it's liquid gold).
Silas and Avery are doing great! They still eat every 2.5 to 3 hours, 24 hours a day, growing like crazy! Silas is still our "little old man"... this morning, he just was NOT having the cool little baby toys (big swing, bouncer seat, play mat), so I finally put him in the chair beside me. He now has a new favorite place: the big man's chair. See what I mean?
My mom brought some pictures from the day they brought me home from the hospital... I said... oh wow! a fat Avery. ha! see?
We actually went to church and snuck into the balcony Sunday! Well, we were late (of course), but finally made it (all 4 of us!). They did great and slept the whole time:-) We need practice with "outings"... I'm learning to set aside about an hour more to leave than I actually think it will take to get out the door. ha!

















