Rambles & Run-ons: NOW WITH 100% MORE PASSENGERS!

Our Lives Have Changed. So has our blog.
We realize that many of you first started reading when we began a cross-country road trip in June of '09. Just ten months later we are proud to announce the arrival of our twins. No road trips planned just yet, but there are a slew of adventures around every corner.

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This girl is something wild. She's been driving the nurses a bit batty - she's removed her feeding tube on multiple occasions. The nurses giggle then replace it. What she's been trying to say is GIVE ME THE BOTTLE.  And so on Saturday morning they did. And she took it all! Ok, so it took 45 minutes to do it. But she did it! Then she repeated her effort for Mandy. This, of course, after an 'expert' called an Occupation Therapist came in and gave her an exam to see if she was ready to take a bottle. Her report on Thursday was that Simone was not quite ready to take the bottle. Never did this expert actually try to put a bottle with breastmilk in her mouth. Even though we, who are decidedly not experts nor do we carry the title Occupational Therapist, but we noticed that she was rooting as if looking for a nipple and would handle a binky quite well. Feed her, we thought! Strange how modern health care is sometimes over-scienced.
The doctor said - and this is an early guess - that if she continues to progress at this pace we are looking at a week until she comes home.

Having Robert Graham home for almost a full week now has been a joyous struggle. When Mandy goes to the hospital to visit Simone, he turns into the loudest, most difficult to please baby possible. Who would have thought that such a small thing could create so much noise. He is not particularly fond of taking a bath, during which he really work his vocal chords.

I love this picture of him in the crib, as you can get an idea of just how small he is. He loves to bring his legs up, as if he were squatting. We think he may still be going through some of the trauma of being squeezed into the womb under his (slightly bigger) sister. He looks like a scrunched up bean, and will even do this when he is resting on our chest.

Mandy snapped this picture early one morning after she had fed him. He was being fussy and I laid him next to me, intending to put him back in his crib once he settled down, but I was asleep faster than he. And no, he wasn't squished!

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