Rub-a-Dub, Two little ones in the tub

Much to their dismay, I got to give the boys baths. Neither enjoyed the experience overly much, but I had a blast. I wonder if as they get bigger bath time will be easier, since I'd have more to hold onto. Although then they will also be stronger, but I can't imagine they could get any wigglier. Owen kept getting his feet onto the side of the tub and then straightening his legs, like he could just walk out.



I was pretty wet by the time he was all squeaky clean, but he looked right handsome, and he smelt just yummy.



Here's the letter he wrote to his Daddy all about it.



This was Griffin's reaction to the news it was his turn.



Check out the evil eye he gave me during his dunking.



As of this morning, Owen weighs 2.13 lbs and Griffin weighs 2.8 lbs. Woohoo! Way to go little Champs! They continue to do great on their breathing and are getting stronger everyday.

Kickin' Chicken

To borrow a phrase from my mom, the boys are kickin' chicken, which means they are awesome. I don't know why this means this, but it does.

They are both now 2.3 lbs and gobbling up the breast milk faster than I can make it. And let me just say, pumping milk makes me feel like Bessy the cow. I am sure that breastfeeding your child does equally as horrible things to your nipples, but since you can't see, it can't be as traumatic. Sadly, the plastic cups of the pump are clear and while pumping, you can be horrified, I mean entertained by the new and strange way you are being transformed. My poor boobies will never be the same. Oh well, all for a good cause.

The boys are breathing well on their own and no longer need IVs. We are blessed that they are healthy and for now, we are just concentrating on putting on weight.

Check out Skippy's cool spikey hair.


And here is Skippy peeking up at Dad.


This is my new favorite picture.


Dad and Griffin


Owen and I


Look at this cute little smile. And cute little beanie. And cute little boy.


Griffin chilling out Grandma Linda


And lastly, a lovely picture of three generation of my family.

2 lb Club

Woohoo! Skippy made the two lb club.


Scooter is at 1.13, so he isn't far behind. Here is a picture of his feet in Daddy's hands.



And this is his armadillo impression.



And I finally got to actually hold one of them. I mean hold, hold them, not just pick them up for two seconds. It was incredible. I was afraid I'd pee my pants, but I got a grip because I didn't want to embarrass my guys.



This is where they spend their time. Owen's isolette is on the left and Griffin's is on the right. When we graduate to Nursery II, they will get to be in a regular crib together.



I love these two pictures of them sleeping.