Dear Miles and Emmett,
Today you are eight weeks old. I’m not sure how this happened! Some days, I have doubted that any of us would survive this long — Daddy and me for lack and sleep and you guys for lack of parental competence. Yet here we are. I’m so glad.
Emmett, last night you slept for almost 6 hours. This is the fourth time that has happened, so I’m starting to feel like you’re getting the hang of this “night” thing. Miles, you’re still working on it, but you’re up to 4 hours at a time and Daddy and I are thrilled with that.
It’s hard to believe that at this exact moment 8 weeks ago, I was tossing and turning in bed, counting down until it was time to go to Dr. Fitzhugh’s office to see if we would meet you that day. I think you were excited, too, because you were both kicking and hiccuping like it was your job. Which, technically speaking, I guess it was since that’s what babies do in the womb. But a couple hours later we found out it was time for your promotion!
You both surprise me every day. Emmett, yesterday you laughed and smiled when Zoe jumped onto the table in front of you. I realize this may just be a coincidence since you’re not quite 2 months yet, but you were watching her as she watched you and I think you really did laugh on purpose. Miles, yesterday you played on your back for 20 minutes, looking at the fan and the ceiling lights and your hands and me, and smiled away while you did it. Usually you just sleep or want to be held.
It’s so fun to see your little personalities coming out, and to watch how much more alike you look every day as Miles gains weight. But my favorite thing is to watch you interact with each other, whether you’re smacking one another in the face, sucking on each other’s heads while I get ready to nurse you, or holding hands while you eat. You are so freakin’ cute, I can’t stand it sometimes.
Thank you for being my wonderful babies. I love you more than anything, and I’m so glad I get to be your mom.
Love,
Mommy
I loves me my babies!!