The title of this post "Healthiest Twins in Town" is a quote from our Pediatrician today at our 4month appointment! She was so thrilled with how healthy and physically advanced our boys are!
I was so worried she would be upset that we started solid foods at 3months old, but she wasn't, and infact agreed with me that they needed to be eating something more substantial.
Eli is 15lb. 13oz.
Blake is 15lb. 11oz
Both are 25" long
So they are still almost identical in size!
The boys 'wowed' her as they stood up strong, layed on their bellies with their head held high and grabbed for toys and faces!
Eli
Blake
Well, I found this interesting "Letter to All Parents" -Written by a Non-Parent::
I feel like there are a few people in my life that need to read this and try to understand what we as parents go through.:::
I have salmon stuck on my neck and in the crease under my left breast.
My eardrum is damaged due to high frequency screaming.
I had to hold her while I was peeing because from her perspective it seemed like Satan himself would rape and kill her slowly if I put her down thus I did not get the chance to wipe myself properly…
…no matter though as I am covered in a thick layer of sweat from pushing the stroller up the hill so a bit more wet between the legs even things out.
I washed my hair this morning but all of a sudden it looks like a stringy bag of shit pile.
I haven’t had a chance to eat anything except snatching a few cold peas from her snack pack and my head is pounding.
I watched her draw on her vulva with sidewalk chalk and I didn’t bother to read the ingredients to see if it was non-toxic.
I fed her a pizza crust to keep her occupied and I know you want her to be gluten-free.
I felt her shit herself and then I left her in her shitty diaper for when you get home.
My entire body is an exhausted heap of jangled muscles and burnt out nerves.
You were only gone for 3 hours.
I am sorry.
For judging you because your style went down the tubes.
For being annoyed when you forget to call me back.
For thinking you are not being a very good friend anymore.
For saying “I’ll lose all my baby weight, I’ll make the time.”
For telling my partner “we’ll be much sooooooo more relaxed about parenting than they are.”
For wondering why you don’t mind leaving the house looking like a drunk homeless 10-year-old.
For assuming you must be a hoarder now with your piles of clothes and teetering books and dirty plates
and gummed on toys strewn all over the house.
For calling your life chaotic.
For thinking that I will do it better and it will be easier.
For secretly considering your parenting techniques to be kinda’ weird.
For agreeing that I won’t lose my creative focus when I have a kid.
For being frustrated when I watch you forget your keys every goddamn time you leave the house.
For wishing you could just feed him and talk to me about my next career move at the same time.
For not getting it. Any of it. At all.
You are a superhuman and I bow down to your grace and patience towards friends like me.
When I have a baby, I hope we get to hang out more. Maybe you can wipe my crotch for me before he cracks his head on the bathroom tile. Maybe I will have a chance to make you a cup of tea before she spills it all over the floor.
Let’s smell the top of their heads together.
And we won’t care what our childless friends think of us because we both know that we know nothing now.
We have nothing left to prove.
It is truely hard to understand what someone is going through until you walk a mile in their shoes. I wouldn't give my life up for the world- I just need some people to be by my side even if they do not want to walk in my shoes right now :)
Happy Thursday!
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