We learned this the hard way this weekend. From the time they woke up on Saturday morning to the time we put them to bed tonight, the boys have been on their own cooky schedule and we only have ourselves to blame. Actually, I have myself to blame. Every now and then on the weekends I get this ridiculous idea that I have one baby and Stevie has the other. I know, I said it was ridiculous. So I throw out all the rules and grab whichever baby is awake first, feed him when he looks like he's even considering being hungry, play with him when I know he should be sleeping, and let him nap on my chest for however long he sees fit. And all the while, Stevie is doing the same with "his baby". Before you all start torching me, of course we are not each assigned one baby for the whole day-it just ends up that one of us is holding/playing with/putting down for a nap one of the babies all day. The point is, they spent two days without their weekly pattern of wake-eat-play-sleep. At NO point during these two days were both babies asleep at the same time. Which means they also never ATE at the same time. Which means that for about 46 of those 48 hours I had a little human attached to my shirt. By bedtime Stevie and I were so exhausted there was nothing to do but look at each other and laugh.



We recently switched from stroller walks to walking with each baby in an infant front carrier. On Saturday we attempted to take our daily walk but halfway down our path, we felt a few sprinkles and immediately turned around. Three seconds later, it started really coming down. I don't know if you've ever tried running in the rain with a 13 pound, screaming, wet baby hanging off of you, but I certainly don't recommend it if you haven't. Note to self: babies think rain is poisonous. To make matters worse, I had grabbed one of the baggies from the pooper scooper post outside our gate thinking it would be large enough for a make-shift umbrella for Caleb. Turns out the opening was just big enough to fit over his little head like a hat. I knew it wouldn't protect much, but I had to at least try. He looked like the pope. The whole scene was a hilarious mess.

On a better note...on Saturday morning around 8 AM, I finally made Caleb laugh! And not just a hee hee laugh, a big belly laugh. I spent the entire remainder of the day trying for an encore but he wasn't having it. Luckily Stevie was right there in the bed with us and witnessed it firsthand. I wish I could say that it happened as I was singing to him or rattling a toy at him or even telling him a clever joke. Unfortunately, his first laugh was after I referred to his little naked chest as man boobs and jiggled them back and forth. Not exactly baby book material, huh. Oh well, the ends justified the means. It made my day.



So that whole photo-a-day thing...not so much. I did however take a shower today.



They're really starting to look alike, right?!

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