Three Months...seems like we have been doing this longer

Well, here we are. Three months. The girls are smiling and being reasonably interactive. They seem very close to actually recognizing eachother. And they are sleeping through the night. What more could a dad ask for? That is right, I am finally making a post.

Here are some of my insights and highlights of the first three months. First, there are some things that I think are funny every time that others who live in our house might not feel are so great. For example, it is funny every time when I get Addison to latch onto my nose. I don't care who you are, but it is funny when you hear a big fart over the baby monitor. It is also funny when a baby poops and/or pees on someone else. No so funny when it is you in the cross-hairs, but very funny when it is someone else.

Who made up the term "fussy?" Before I knew, my impression of fussy was squirmy. No, not even close. Fussy means "irrational screaming at full volume for extended periods of time and there is NOTHING you can do about it." Seems like this knowledge should have been in one of those damn books I read or one of our friends with kids could have given us (me) the heads up. It makes much more sense now when people would find out that we were having twins and would say with a smirk "good luck, you will need it." It also explains why they would not let me leave Children's Hospital with Lily until I had seen the "Don't Shake the Baby" video.

The girls and the dogs seem to be getting along quite well. The dogs will, on occassion give the girls a quick lick on the face, then move on to their primary task of sleeping. Jack desparately would like the girls to play with him. He keeps bringing his toys to the girls expecting some sort of response. In Teresa's last post there is a picture of Jack waiting for Lily to play with him.

If anyone had any doubts, Teresa is an amazing mother. There is a vast difference between what she has been able to teach them and what I have done. It reminds me of when she came down to New Orleans when we were dating. I had to go to Houston for my nephews' high school graduation and she was dog-sitting Jack. Before I left, Jack had no skills other than he liked to play with toys. When I got back after two days of Teresa training, Jack could sit on command, do calculus and clean the pool. So it is not surprising that Teresa has been able to get both girls smiling, sleeping through the night, and playing on their own. My skill is putting them in the bouncy seat and force feeding Lily. I am sure one day when I get home from work there will be integrated polynomials written in crayon on the floor.

Lastly, during the first half of the Michigan State game, after another pathetic throw by Brady Quinn to an open spot of dirt, I yelled, and scared Lily. Thus, I was banned from watching the game and feeding Lily at the same time (thank goodness for TIVO). In any event, as much trouble as I got in, it was no where near as much trouble as this ND dad got from his wife (Link to the story).